Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

“No? Are you sure?” he asked, taking another step closer. We were nearly touching, my eyes level with his collarbone. My body was freezing and burning at the same time.

“I’m sure. Bruin. Mr. Kincaid. I’m just here on business.”

“You can’t tell me you’re over your little crush now, are you?” he teased.

“It’s been years. I’m not the same girl anymore,” I said defiantly. He reached down and took my chin in his fingers, tilting my face toward his.

“No. You sure as hell aren’t,” he agreed, licking his lips. “Fuck, you look good in that dress. But I bet you’d look even better out of it.”

I shook my head and backed away but he followed after me, walking me back against the wall, pinning me there. My heart was racing. Was this really happening?

“Bruin,” I murmured, feeling a little dizzy.

“Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, leaning down until our faces were just millimeters apart. I couldn’t think straight, much less speak.

But for some reason I could never explain logically, I shook my head.

And so he kissed me.

11

Bruin

My body was like dry kindling, and that kiss lit a fire in me that spread from our lips to my chest, and there, it grew into a furnace that burned fiercely in my whole body.

Every muscle in me lit up with energy, alive like never before at her touch. My mind dissolved into a burning mess of white noise as I focused on the feeling of Jillian Hargrove’s soft lips against mine.

When a sweet, single note of a delighted, guilty sigh escaped her, I knew I had to have more.

My hands slid down from the wall I was pinning her against to her hips, caressing the black fabric of her dress and gently squeezing her, feeling her give, her warmth, her everything. I was already looming over her, my body taking up so much space around her that I was worried for a second that I was crushing her in against the wall. But I came closer still, pulling her hips into mine.

I let her feel the thick width of my cock against her.

From the moment she’d stepped in with that dress, it had begun to swell up with need. My eyes had drank in that form-fitting outfit, so conservative and so enticing all at the same time. There was no way she couldn’t have known what a dress like that was going to do to me. She was playing with fire, and now, my heat was damn close to burning her like she’d been burning me up from the moment I saw her.

I was holding awkward, shy, nerdy Jillian, my own best friend’s sister, the blushing wall flower in the background of some of the best years of my life. And I wanted to slide my cock between her wet lips and buck into her until I’d spent

every drop of seed in me.

The thought of coming inside Jillian made my cock pulse, and I pinned her against the wall completely, slipping a hand behind her neck to kiss her more deeply. The thing inside me that had been roaring to get out was bursting free at last, and I recognized the way Jillian was gasping, sighing into it, her body nearly melting to my touch.

She was nervous, but God, she wanted me. And for once, the thought of letting all her old fantasies run wild with my cock inside her made me all the more excited.

I was ready. I was primed. I was hungry for her, and I wanted to devour every last inch of her. The taste of her lips was sweet on my tongue, and I finally broke the kiss to move my lips down to her neck.

And with a single word, the fantasy of the moment shattered back into reality.

“Wait.”

I stood back as though she’d shocked me with a jolt of electricity. My hands went back to the wall, leaving her still pinned under me, but no part of me touched her. I glowered down at her, the hunger in my eyes obvious as the lust I could see in hers.

And for half a second, she looked sad that she’d told me to stop, her lips opening as if to beg me to come back.

Then, her professional side came rushing back to her, and she steeled her will, glaring at me and shaking her head as she pushed my arms out of the way to take a few steps to the side.

“What the hell are you thinking?” Jillian asked, breathing heavily as she brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, her face still flushed.

“The same thing you were,” I said, taking a step toward her, but she mirrored it and stepped back. It took her a few moments to compose herself enough to talk.