The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

Me: I’m glad home is being good to you and you’re getting what you need right now. Enjoy, Jenner.

Jenner: Get some studying done … LA misses you.

“And he does too. Trust me,” Monica said. “He would give up his left nut to have you there right now.”

“You’re nuts—”

“Oh, babe, you haven’t seen anything yet,” she said, interrupting me and grabbing the phone from my hands. She smiled the whole time she pressed the screen, eventually turning it toward me to show me what she had done.

“You didn’t just purchase a plane ticket on my phone?”

“Wasn’t that the whole point in texting him?” She laughed. “My, my, a little convo with Jenner, and you’ve suddenly forgotten our fabulous plan.”

I felt my eyes widen. “So, I’m flying to LA? Tomorrow?”

She nodded toward her door. “Go pack.”

Surprising Jenner wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped because, as it turned out, I didn’t have his address, and Google wasn’t giving it up. My only option was to ask someone for it, which meant I had to reach out to one of his brothers. Dominick was the easiest to find, his profile coming right up on Instagram.

I was so hesitant to send that message.

Maybe Jenner had a life in LA that I knew nothing about. Maybe I was on the verge of walking into an avalanche.

Maybe he wouldn’t want me there.

But as Monica had put it, the only way I’d ever know was if I tried, so I sent Dominick a quick note and received a reply almost immediately. He gave me the address and gate code that would gain me access to Jenner’s front door. He’d even asked for my flight information and promised Jenner would be home.

As the ride-share drove me to his street, part of me didn’t know if this was a good idea, but I still had the car drop me off a block before his house, so his camera wouldn’t alert him that there was a car outside. And I still tiptoed to his callbox and quickly pressed the numbers that would open the gate.

I gripped the handle of my suitcase and hurried up to his door, pressing the bell, knowing if he checked the feed from the camera facing me, the secret would be out.

I knew he had, but he still opened the door with the biggest smile on his face.

His eyes traveled the length of me, his teeth finding their way into his lip. “What are you doing here, gorgeous?”

I melted from the way he was gazing at me, flutters exploding in my chest.

“I was in the area.” I smiled. “So, I thought I’d stop by.”

“Get over here.”

God, that sexy voice was something I’d missed.

The moment I was within reach, he wrapped his arms around me and hauled me against his body, his lips instantly slamming onto mine. His kiss was passionate, almost needy. I responded the same way, desperate for his heat, his intensity.

Needing him more than anything.

He finally pulled away, holding my face as he asked, “How long do I have you for?” He glanced at my suitcase, his stare turning back to me. “More than a night, I hope?”

“I fly back Sunday afternoon.”

“The whole weekend,” he growled. “Do I have to share you with anyone?”

He was asking about my family, and a pang of guilt hit my stomach.

They didn’t even know I was here, and that was so wrong of me. But if I told them, they would want every second of me, and I would have no time left for Jenner.

I couldn’t let that happen—not for this trip.

But what made the guilt a tiny bit better was that I would be seeing everyone at graduation, and that was coming up very soon.

“No,” I admitted. “You have me all to yourself for the next two nights. And that”—I pointed at my suitcase—“is full of lingerie, so what do you plan on doing with me?”

The look that crossed his face told me he was seconds away from ripping off my clothes.

“One thing is for sure.” He lifted me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist. “I’m not going to waste a fucking second.”

My eyes closed as his mouth found mine, and as we moved, I lifted his T-shirt over his head, knowing the second we landed, I was going to pull down his gray sweats, my fingers needing to feel his skin.

But we didn’t land.

He held me against a wall, tearing at my clothes, tossing them to the floor until he got me naked. My bare back was pressed to the paint, his lips devouring my neck and cheeks, sweeping as low as my nipples.

I raked my hand through his hair. “Jenner …” I moaned.

I couldn’t find my breath.

I didn’t want to.

Getting lost in him was the only way I wanted to spend this weekend—the whole reason I’d flown across the country.

“You feel so good.”

He was touching my pussy, rubbing up and down my clit, spreading my wetness, before two of his fingers entered me.

My head banged against the wall, gripping his shoulders, the heat from his skin burning me.

I would never get used to his warmth.

It was now something I thought about so often.

Something I craved.

The way it lit my body, the way it caused such a fire.

Especially when he added a third finger, arching them toward my G-spot.