All Chapters of The Billionaire: Forbidden Lust Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

It wasn’t personal, the way I wanted her gift to be.So, I’d reached out to the store and had them contact an artist, who painted Jo’s name on the inside of the bag along with a small skyline of Vegas above it.I blew up the photo to get a better look. I knew nothing about purses, but the large red crocodile-looking-skin bag looked sexy as hell on her shoulder.Me: It looks stunning on you.“Who’s making you smile so hard?” Walter asked, returning from the restroom.I glanced up from my phone, shoving it back into my pocket. “A business deal that just closed.”“Bullshit.” He placed his napkin on his lap. “You’ve been in this business for far too long to get a hard-on over real estate. Plus, you’ve closed deals for me that have exceeded half a billion dollars, and I’ve never seen you smile like that. It’s a woman. Who is she?”I shook my head. “Nah …”“You think I don’t know what a man looks like when he’s in love? Come on, son. I’ve been around the block plenty of times in my old age.

His tongue was whipping across me, his fingers thrusting, sending me so far off that edge that I was peaking, and all I had left was more screams. “Jenner!”“Fuck yes.” He switched to a horizontal pattern. “Tell me. Tell me how fucking good it feels.”His words were like air, bursting across my clit, bringing me higher with each syllable. “Your tongue … I can’t.” I tried to inhale, I tried to find the words to describe what was happening inside me, but I couldn’t.I was gone, overtaken with shudders and waves of ecstasy, and he didn’t let up, making sure I was riding this out.The moment I finally stilled, he gazed up at me from between my legs. “You have no idea how fucking hot that was.”I shoved my hand through his hair, pulling the strands to lead him up my body until his lips were within range, and I kissed him, holding his face with both hands.“Taste yourself,” he whispered.I already was, needing his mouth, his lips, his kiss to resonate this feeling.The seal made me feel eve

She smiled knowingly. “I make a blueberry cake. Some call it a doughnut; some refer to it as pie. I think of it as cake because it’s more savory than sweet.” She slid the glass aside just enough that she could slip her fingers inside the case. With a pair of tongs, she picked up a piece of the cake and set it on a plate, adding a fork. “See if you like it.”I cut off a small sliver of the corner. “Oh my God,” I said from behind my hand as I chewed, the flavors of the dense cake bursting on my tongue. “This is exceptional.”“I thought you’d like it.”She took out several more pieces and added them to a box, closing the lid. “And for you, my dear boy, I’m going to give you a half-moon cookie. I know you love the combination of flavors and some chocolate-coconut fudge.”“Coconut?” I asked, looking at Jenner, surprised that was his flavor of choice.“Trust me,” he said, “you’ve never had anything like it in your life.”She placed several squares of fudge along with a few cookies into a se

They all knew I had been in Miami to see Jo.It wasn’t a secret.I wasn’t playing a pronoun game. I was just avoiding the conversation.“Why tell you something you already know?”Brett laughed. “I see what’s happening here. You’re hoping by avoiding the topic altogether, we’re going to let it go and that we’re not going to point out that you’ve now made two trips to Miami to see a girl you don’t want to have a relationship with.”I drained my glass, hoping the waitress would appear any second so I could order another one. “That hasn’t changed.”“Really?” Ford asked.“Really,” I answered.“Bullshit,” Dominick barked. “I don’t believe you.”I glanced at my older brother. “I’m not lying. I don’t have any more trips planned to see her.”“Yet,” Brett chimed in.Fuck me, they were relentless.“Long-distance is not for me, and even though she’s from LA, I don’t see her moving here anytime soon. How many times have I told you guys that?” I looked down at my plate, at the bits of batter the ca

Surprising Jenner wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped because, as it turned out, I didn’t have his address, and Google wasn’t giving it up. My only option was to ask someone for it, which meant I had to reach out to one of his brothers. Dominick was the easiest to find, his profile coming right up on Instagram.I was so hesitant to send that message.Maybe Jenner had a life in LA that I knew nothing about. Maybe I was on the verge of walking into an avalanche.Maybe he wouldn’t want me there.But as Monica had put it, the only way I’d ever know was if I tried, so I sent Dominick a quick note and received a reply almost immediately. He gave me the address and gate code that would gain me access to Jenner’s front door. He’d even asked for my flight information and promised Jenner would be home.As the ride-share drove me to his street, part of me didn’t know if this was a good idea, but I still had the car drop me off a block before his house, so his camera wouldn’t alert him that there was a c