Secret Billionaire's Frosty Lover (The Secret Billionaires 3)

They fell onto her bed and she rolled him onto his back, and he slipped inside. She gave a gasp and threw her head back. He felt so good…so solid. So…so much like something she needed. She started to move on him, up and down, fast and hard. The feel of him inside her obliterated everything, left her shaking with pleasure. The joy burst hard inside her, like a bomb going off. She gave a gasp, felt him shoot hot up into her. She collapsed on his chest, and his arms came around her.

Gasping, he muttered, “I was going to take it slow.”

She grinned against his chest and snuggled closer. “I needed that. You’re like a good whisky—all heat and sizzle.”

He gave a low laugh. “I was going to say the same of you.”

Pushing off his chest, she stared down at him. Moonlight slid in through her window, but his face was mostly shadow. “Who are you Dan Murphy?”

He touched a finger to her cheek. “Dan Murphy is just an artist—but would you mind so much if I was someone else?”

She laid her cheek on his chest again. She liked hearing his heart slow to a steady beat. “Would I? Who else? Someone rich? Someone poor? Isn’t it usually criminals who have a lot of different names?”

“I promise you, I’m not a criminal. At least, well I don’t like breaking laws or even bending them. But I will try to change them if I don’t like them.”

She sat up and stared at his shadowed face. He had a beautiful face, lovely angles, flat eyebrows, even features. She touched a hand to his cheek. “You sound serious about that.”

He tightened his hold on her. “I think I’m getting serious about you. Does that worry you, Paris? It scares the hell out of me.”

“I’m not asking for commitments.”

“No, but you’re a girl who needs them, aren’t you?” He rolled her over on the bed. Reaching down, he stroked her clit. “You have a lot of needs you’ve ignored. I know about that.”

She let out a breath. “That…that’s what I need.” Wrapping her arm around his neck, she told him. “Can we just let tomorrow worry about itself? Make love to me, Murphy.”

She saw his smile flash. “With pleasure.”

She lost herself in his arms, in his touch, in his kisses. They made love, and slept, and she woke before he did, watched him sleep and then wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke. He stirred, his eyes slitting open and gleaming silver. Smiling at him, she kissed his belly—and then took him into her mouth. When he was hard and wet, she lay next to him and put one leg over his. He guided himself inside her and this time it was slow and easy and everything she could ask for. She shattered again—and again—before he threw back his head and closed his eyes and whispered her name.

He fell asleep, but she was awake now. She rose, showered, dressed, and glanced back at Murphy, sprawled in her bed. Leaning on the door, she whispered, “I know one thing—I’ll never regret meeting you.

Chapter Fifteen

Dominic couldn’t get near Paris for the next two days. Hamilton took up all of her time, locking them both in her office. When Dominic asked Michael what was up, Michael shrugged. “I take them meals. No potatoes, no bread.” He shook his head. “A crying shame it is. Man’s not civilized.”

“You can say that again,” Dominic muttered. He just wanted Hamilton gone—and he didn’t care if he had to pay the fifty thousand from losing the bet to do it.

But Paris didn’t throw the guy out, and Hamilton didn’t leave.

The morning of the third day, Dominic got what he’d wanted Zach to turn up. The FedEx package arrived early—express. Zach had added a note. Only way I could get this to you—next time, don’t stay in the hinterlands.

Dominic’s mouth twitched. And he took the package to his room. Zach had done his usual magic—the man’s heart might be tied up with a ranch and being a cowboy, but no one had better business sense than Zach. And no one did research as well as that man.

Heading down to the bar, Dominic poured himself a glass of whisky and settled in to wait. He sipped the drink, nursing it. At last he heard voices in the lobby.

“I’m sorry, Paris, but that’s the deal. Full purchase or nothing. The land is worth a good price, but this place needs to be leveled and re-imagined.”

Dominic stepped into the lobby and found Paris facing Hamilton. She had her arms crossed and a frown tight on her face. “Re…what does that mean?”

Dominic headed over to them. “Condos, probably. Gated community is my bet. I would have said the same thing a week ago.”

Paris glanced from Hamilton to Dominic. Dominic smiled at her. “But I don’t think you need that—or Hamilton’s money.”

Face going red, Paris dropped her arms to her sides. “Uh…Murphy, don’t you have…have some sketches to do?”

Hamilton gave a laugh. “Him? Sketches? By the way, ‘Murphy’ you can send me the fifty you owe me anytime. It’s been over seventy-two hours.”

“What money?” Paris asked, still looking from one man to the other.