Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

“Fuck, Kaitlyn.”

Her arms wrapped around me as she was lost to her third orgasm.

I was spent. I was exhausted.

I carefully pulled out, disposing of the condom.

Kaitlyn bit her lip nervously as I climbed back on the bed.

“Cole?” She searched my eyes.

“Shh.” I tucked her in under my arm. “Sleep. We don’t have to talk about it.” I kissed her forehead. “It was amazing, but we’re on the same page about this.”

“We are?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

12

Kaitlyn

There was a stream of sunlight coming in through the widows just past the blackout drapes. I tried to move my arm, but it was trapped.

My mouth fell open when I realized why.

Cole.

Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream this time. He had stayed all night.

My heart pounded. What had he meant last night when he said we were on the same page? I was too exhausted and satisfied to ask.

He rolled toward me, his hand resting on the curve of my hip.

His eyes flashed open.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

“Hey, darlin’.”

I didn’t know if he was going to run out my room or just casually stroll out as if last night didn’t happen.

My breasts rose high with a heavy breath. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Last night my fantasy had come true. A dream was realized. And now what? How did we move into today?

Cole’s eyes landed on my nipples. “God damn, girl. When did you get these incredible tits?”

His finger traced over my breast and my nipple hardened under his touch.

I sighed. “You like them?”

He nodded. “More than I should.”

He lowered his mouth to my nipple and his tongue lashed over the flesh. He pulled it into his mouth. I squirmed.

“You can like them as much as you want,” I teased. “Did you even notice them when I was in high school?”

He shook his head. “You do realize you are seven years younger than me? The first time I met you, you were thirteen, I think.”

“I know exactly how old I was.” I moaned as his tongue swirled over my nipple.