One Night with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club 6)

Kylie: HELL NO.

Cade laughed. Thank God for that. He didn’t want to deal with Daphne and her bullshit. Not tonight. Tonight? He just wanted Kylie.

Cade: Can’t wait to see you.

Kylie: Ditto. XO

He watched the highways flash past, and since he was feeling antsy, he called Jerome.

“It’s late, boss,” Jerome said when he picked up.

“You still picked up on the first ring,” Cade told him.

“That’s because you pay me to.”

“Did you get me a hotel for tonight?”

“Just like you asked,” Jerome agreed. He gave Cade the details. “And a suite. And the other two suites on that floor are now rented out in your name. You will have complete privacy.”

“Good. And the—?”

“The wine you requested is there, along with a tray of food. And an entire box of condoms.”

“Perfect. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Jerome said smugly before hanging up.

Cade grinned to himself.

After what seemed like the longest drive in all of history, the limo pulled up into the parking lot of the American Airlines Center. The driver navigated to the front of the building, a scatter of cars still in the parking lot and several buses waiting nearby. Cade could hear no music, so he knew the show was long over.

Sure enough, a lone figure stood on the curb, an enormous purse slung under one arm. She wore a short peacoat that went to her knees, despite it being August in Dallas. It was warm despite the late hour and her legs were bare, which meant she was likely wearing one of those old-fashioned skirts that drove him so crazy because they showed off the exaggerated hourglass of her figure.

“Stop here,” Cade told the driver. “I see her.”

The limo slowed to a crawl, and then parked, and Kylie looked his way, a smile breaking across her gorgeous round face. With a little hop, she stepped off the curb and glanced around, then crossed the street to the limo. She opened the door and got in before the driver could get out to open her door.

“Hey,” Kylie said breathlessly as she slid in next to him.

He reached past her, dragged the door shut, and then pulled her into his lap.

Then they were kissing, her hands on his neck and in his hair and touching his face, and his lips were on hers, and she was making soft, hungry little sounds in her throat. And fuck, she was gorgeous. It was clear he wasn’t the only one who’d thought the last two weeks were incredibly long and lonely.

“I missed you,” she breathed between kisses, her tongue flashing into his mouth for quick, teasing licks. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Mrs. Archer,” he murmured, tugging at her bulky coat.

She giggled at his words, and showed him her hand full of rings. The enormous wedding ring was still on her finger, turned inward so the outside looked like nothing but plain bands. “Our secret is still safe.”

He held up his own hand, showing he still wore his ring, and she linked her fingers in his.

“I was a little worried,” she said, biting her full, ruby red painted mouth. “That you’d have two weeks away from me and realize you didn’t want to be married anymore.”

“Absolutely not the case,” Cade said, shifting her on his lap so she was straddling his cock through his slacks. She must have been wearing a skirt—underneath the coat, he could feel the clench of her naked thighs against his pants. “If anything, I missed you more.”

The smile she gave him was part shy, part vixen. “I’m glad,” she told him, reaching for the ties on her coat. “Because I changed before you got here, hoping . . . you know. Just in case.”

And she held open her coat.

Holy Mother of God, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her big, bouncy breasts were naked and ready for his touch, and in the shadows, her pussy was waiting for him.

Incredible.

“Where to, Mr. Archer?” the limo driver called, reminding them of his presence.

Kylie sucked in a breath and closed her coat, squirming on his lap.

And he wasn’t going to last until they got back to the hotel. Seeing those naked breasts? Seeing Kylie sweet and naked on his lap? He needed her now. “Go ahead and drive around the city for the next hour,” Cade instructed him in a surprisingly calm voice. “My wife wants to see Dallas by night.”

“Gotcha,” the driver said, and raised the tinted glass barrier separating the cab in front from the back.

Good man, Cade thought. He’d give him an extra-large tip when they were done. He pulled Kylie in to kiss her again. “I want you,” he murmured against her mouth.