An Accidental Date with a Billionaire

“Why would I want to sleep outside with the bears, snakes, and bugs when we have the ability to build these magical things over our heads, which house us from those elements, called buildings?”

She snorted. “I don’t think there are many bears in Chicago.”

“No, just criminals who like dark parks and dilapidated trails because no one smart goes in them at night,” he retorted.

She choked on a laugh that she unsuccessfully tried to hold back.

They’d been discussing plans for the weekend, since they were clearly still on their “first” date, and when he’d asked her what charitable event they were working at, he’d clearly not been expecting the answer she’d given him. Who would have thought the unstoppable Taylor Jennings was afraid to sleep outside?

“I’m not afraid,” he said, frowning.

Funny, she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“I just don’t think it’s a bright idea to sleep in a dark Chicago park in the middle of winter,” he added crankily.

She lifted her brows. “It’s November.”

“And freezing outside.”

She sipped her wine. “You don’t have to come. I can go alone.”

“But we’re still on our date.”

She stared at the white wine in her glass, swallowing hard. “Well, all good things must come to an end eventually, right?”

It was true. They had been avoiding the topic and all, but eventually this date of theirs would have to actually end. Maybe now was a good time. Even as the words crossed her mind, her heart objected. She wasn’t falling for him or anything, but she wasn’t done yet.

Was he?

He climbed on top of her, tugging her body beneath his on the couch and removing the wineglass from her hand. His hand slid under her butt, and he slipped his leg between hers, pressing against her in all the right places. “No.”

She curled her hand

s on his shoulders, her breath hitching in her throat. “No?”

“No. Our date continues on. Unless…?”

Her lids drifted shut, and her stomach tightened in anticipation as she gave herself over to his soft touches, forgetting all about ending dates and camping and anything at all besides him.

“…Unless you want to be done, Sam?”

She shook her head quickly. “N-No. Do you?”

“Fuck no.” He kissed a path down her neck. “When do we leave for some fun camping?”

She closed her eyes again, arching her back as he moved even lower, over the curve of her breast. The relief swelling in her chest that he wasn’t done with her yet was as undeniable as her fear that he would someday answer differently. She wanted that. She did.

Yet…she didn’t.

“Five,” she managed to answer.

“Okay.” He lifted her shirt. “Can’t wait to sleep outside with no protection.”

Choking on a half laugh, half moan, she lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt over her head. He did, tossing it onto the floor. “You know, I’m going to have to go home and sleep in my bed eventually.”

“Yeah.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple. “After our date is over.”

Shutting off her mind, she tried to let herself enjoy the moment—they’d both agreed that this was temporary, fun—but the longer they dragged on this “fun” date, the more they risked someone getting hurt.