The Billionaire's Forbidden Desire by Nadia Lee Page B

over the tip, then she rolled the tight peak between her fingers. A moan rose up in her throat, and she swallowed it.
    She remembered how his hand had felt between her legs earlier. He’d teased her, running his knuckles along her clit and folds as though he was waking her senses, readying them for the ecstasy only he could give. She did the same to herself now, even though her senses were already quivering, ready to go.
    Tell me what you want
, he’d demanded as he dipped his finger in and out of her, the penetration shallow and frustrating but also unbelievably pleasurable.
    She’d wanted him to plunge his fingers into her, fuck her with his hand in the garden, even though anybody could’ve walked in and discovered them in the compromising position. Then, as her orgasm built, she’d bury her face against his neck and scream against his bare skin. It would muffle the sound, but he’d know how hot she was from the strong vibration, the desperate, rough breathing.
    Her fingers thrust in and out of her, her pelvis moving in sync. She was so close, so close.
    She imagined Dane driving into her, his thick length unforgiving and relentless, his hips grinding against hers and bumping into her clit—
    Her pleasure crested and she bit her lower lip, arching her back, trying not to make any sound.
    By the time her breathing returned to normal, her body felt like warm wax, soft and pliant. Just as she was about to drift off, the memory of the blonde slipped into her mind. Sophia scowled. Dane had undoubtedly gone home with his date. By now they were probably done screwing each other’s brains out.
    Damn it
.
    Bitterness tightened her muscles, and Sophia let out a frustrated growl. So what if she’d been pathetic enough to masturbate to a man who didn’t want her anymore? Given how badly her life had gone in the last few months, this was nothing. There was no physical danger. Nobody had to know but her, so there wasn’t even public humiliation. People masturbated to improbable fantasies all the time.
    Still, her heart felt heavy and off-kilter. And she hated herself for letting Dane affect her like this.
    * * *
    Over an hour of hard running didn’t do anything to lessen the horrible restlessness riding Dane. Finished, he stood in front of his penthouse window, wiped the sweat off his face and torso with disgust and swigged a sports drink. The city glittered on the other side of the glass—a pretty, sparkling veneer without substance.
    He’d started running as a kind of therapy after the accident in Paris. It helped him chase away the nasty memories—the horrible sound of metal crashing into metal and the smell of blood and burnt rubber.
    Shirley had said the victims were given five million dollars.
Five million
. A life-changing amount, far too much for a mere accident. Dane had never tried to find out what had happened to them that would warrant such a payment. He’d been too afraid to ask. Still was.
    Now that visions of Sophia and Salazar had entered the toxic attic of his brain, running until his leg muscles were about to explode didn’t do the trick anymore.
    Maybe he should try smashing his head against the wall a few times, see if that would help him forget. Inducing amnesia seemed like a great idea.
    But given his luck, he’d probably forget everything but the shit he didn’t want to remember.
    His mobile vibrated on the counter. Dane glared at it. Who could be calling? It was already well past one.
    His eyebrows pinched together when he saw his father’s name on the screen. Why the hell was he calling instead of doing what he did best with Sophia?
    To gloat
,
undoubtedly
.
    Despite his better judgment, Dane set it on speaker. “What do you want?”
    “I’m firing Kim,” Salazar said without a preamble.
    That made Dane pause. His father only hired the prettiest girls he could find as assistants, regardless of their suitability, then let them go after a few months so that, having gotten to know the women,