A Billionaire for Christmas

“Because I’m so young? Because of Sabrina?”

“Yes. Even if we can ignore that I’m your sister’s superior I am definitely old enough to be…” He shook his head, unable to finish the sentence.

“My father? I told you I thought that was hot. Are you going to tell me it doesn’t interest you at all?”

He didn’t answer but swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the action.

“Because I won’t believe you if you do. There’s definitive proof to the contrary.”

He scowled even as I could feel his body relaxing underneath me. “What proof?”

“This bad boy.” I ground my hips, rubbing against his erection, nearly moaning from the thickness of it.

“There’s a near-naked beautiful woman sitting on him. He can’t help himself. He has a mind of his own and is not always in agreement with my decisions.” Contrary to his words, he stroked a single finger up my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.

Even this...even just the deliberate way he touched me was more experienced than the men I’d been with. Boys, really, fumbling to get their cock inside me without any sort of prelude. My dirty professor was a man. Someone who knew exactly what to do with a woman. Who could show me how to handle him in return.

“He perked up long before I was sitting on him,” I said, tilting my hips again.

This time he was the one to shudder. “You noticed that then?”

“It was quite hard to miss.”

His lips turned up into a cocky smile as he drew his finger further up my arm, over my shoulder to the strap of my bra. He fiddled with the thin elastic, so leisurely, so carefully, that I thought I might explode when he finally touched me for real.

Once more, I tilted my hips back and then forward, tracing the stiff length of his cock with the damp crotch panel of my panties. I’d meant it to hurry him up, urge him into kissing me, but it felt so good that I was the one who threw my head back and sighed.

Next thing I knew, I was on my back, on the floor, my hands pinned above my head with Dylan stretched out above me.

Wow. That move was...wow. So manly and take-charge-like. So alpha and swoony.

Somehow, he was even more good-looking from this angle. His expression was serious and heated, the creases near his eyes intense as he focused on me.

My heart thumped against my rib cage, pounding, pounding at the possibility of what was to come next.

“You don’t seem to need any lessons in the art of seduction,” he said sternly. Fatherly, almost, except for the sexy, rough edge to his voice.

“You’re right. I know how to seduce a man.” I spread my legs, making room for him to settle in between my thighs. His eyes closed briefly as the ridge of his erection sunk down across my center. “What I don’t know is how to tell a man what I like. How can I if I don’t know what I like myself? If no one has ever shown me anything worth repeating.”

He studied me silently for a moment. Every second felt like thirty as I measured time with the rapid lift and fall of my chest, waiting for him to make the next move, waiting for him to agree.

“And you think I can show you what you might like?” His gaze shifted to my mouth then back to my eyes.

I licked my lips in anticipation of the kiss he was obviously looking forward to as much as I was. “You’ve already shown me more than you can know.”

His expression said he doubted that. “Assuming that’s true...how do I know you won’t fall for me in the process? You don’t have a track record to prove you can separate sex from love.”

Wasn’t that a killer of a question?

He had every right to ask. I wasn’t the least bit upset about it, though it did make me feel like the wind had been sucked out of my chest. Made me feel dizzy and unsure when just a moment ago I’d been drowning in confidence.

“I guess…” I started out tentatively, formulating the answer as I gave it. “I guess you don’t know that. I guess I don’t really know it either. I could try to convince you it isn’t your problem—I’ll be gone at the end of the week, and you’ll be on the other side of the ocean—but I have a feeling you’re the kind of guy that would very much think it was his problem, no matter where he was. You might not be fond of the love emotion, but you do recognize it in other people. That you acknowledge the weight it can carry might be what makes me feel so safe with you.”

That was a revelation. I hadn’t quite realized why I trusted him to be the guy to take on this task. We’d only just met. I shouldn’t be this sure about him. But, just like he was afraid of how I’d react to this arrangement because I’d shown enough of myself for him to know it was a possibility, I also had seen enough of him to know I trusted him.