My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

He laughs the whole way toward the bedroom, and once we step inside the master, he tosses me onto the mattress. My ass bounces softly against the plush material, and Milo stares down at me like I’m his favorite fucking meal.

Oh, hell yes.

“Before I have my wicked way with you,” he says and takes off his T-shirt. “You’re moving in with me?”

“Yes.”

He grins and removes his jeans and boxer briefs.

Then it’s my turn to grin. I also lick my lips because…Milo’s cock is right there. Bared for my greedy eyes.

“And you’re going to deflower me,” I state.

“Uh-huh.” He crawls onto the bed, and I watch in rapt fascination as he removes my stilettos and my skirt and my panties.

By the time he starts to unbutton my blouse, my nipples are hard and I’m clenching my thighs.

“But not right now,” he adds, moving the rest of the way up my body.

Wait…what?

“Not right now?” I question. “What in the hell does that mean?”

He smirks and leans forward to suck one pert nipple into his mouth. I moan when he circles his tongue around it. Boy oh boy, can this man play me like I’m his own personal instrument.

He releases it with a soft pop and moves the rest of the way up my body until we’re completely skin-on-skin, our eyes locked and our lips just inches from each other. “It means soon. But not right now.”

I frown. I can’t help it. I’m ready for the deflowering.

Milo, put your P in my V kind of all in.

“There’s no need to pout, kid. I can guarantee you’re going to love what’s in store for you.”

I start to ask him what that means, but by the time the words are on the tip of my tongue, Milo’s moved down my body until his face is between my now-spread thighs.

Oh. So, that’s what he means…

“Double pleasure?” he asks with a cheeky grin, and I roll my eyes.

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

He shakes his head and reaches out to place one long lick against me.

Holy moly.

“But I’m sure you don’t mind since I’m planning on spending a lot of time down here. Taking my time. Tasting and savoring this perfect pussy.”

Well, who can get upset after that?

Not this girl.

“By all means, proceed.”

And he does. Milo pro-fucking-ceeds to give me all the damn pleasure I can handle.

Milo

After I played with Maybe all night, making her moan and tremble and come against my tongue and around my fingers, she fell into a deep sleep on our bed. Naked, a teeny smile on her lips, and her chest softly rising and falling as cute little snores escaped her nose. I watched for a good hour before I finally left her to sleep in peace and headed into my home office to finish up some work that was too important to let go another day.

And I’m not talking Fuse kind of work.

But something else. Something even more important.

Something that is one-hundred-percent related to that beautiful sleeping goddess in my bed.

Well, our bed, actually. Mine and Maybe’s.

As of tonight, I’ve convinced her to move in with me.

And next month, I’m going to take it one step further.

I’m going to ask her to marry me.

It might seem a little fast to some, but to me, it’s not fast enough.

That woman is my world, the rest of my life, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste any more time diving straight into our forever. Marriage. Babies. The whole-fucking-shebang. I want it all, and I want it with Maybe.

Hell, I’ll even move to the suburbs, get the white picket fence, and strap our future kid in one of those Baby Bjorns around my chest if that’s what will make her happy.

I grin at the mental image that conjures as I click to open the one email I’ve been waiting on.

To: Milo Ives

From: Dave Wilson

Milo,

The ring will be ready by Monday.

Your design turned out damned beautiful.

I’ve attached a photo below for you to see for yourself.

Don’t hesitate to call my cell if you need anything.

Sincerely,

Dave Wilson

Infinity Diamonds

New York, New York

I click to open the photo, and the sight of it has me mentally patting myself on the back and grinning like a lovesick son of a bitch.

In the center of the photo sits a twisted pavé rose-gold band with the most exquisite pale pink diamond in the center. Goddamn. Dave was right. It’s beautiful.

That pink is Maybe’s favorite color, and per Lena’s discreet advice, it’s the exact color of my girl’s aura—whatever the fuck that means.

The instant Dave showed me that diamond, I knew it was the one.

And once I secured Bruce Willis’s approval, I set the wheels of my proposal into motion.

Next month, we’re going to head to Austin for a four-day weekend, and I’ve already convinced Taylor McHough to give Maybe the time off.