Billionaires Galore!: Bedded by the Billionaire. Leanne Banks

Max’s well-developed bicep.

      Lilli nodded, feeling an odd combination of emotions, most of which she didn’t want to examine. “Good night,” she said and stepped from behind the kitchen island.

      Kiki’s jaw dropped. Alex blinked.

      They were looking at her pregnant belly.

      “Want Lilli all to yourself for the rest of the evening?” Max asked, shooting Alex a sly grin. He winked at Lilli and his humor helped her get through the incredibly awkward moment.

      “Uh… uh…” Alex seemed unable to pry his gaze from her belly. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes then forced his gaze upward. He exhaled and smiled. “Hell, I bet she would be more fun than you are. And trust me, Lilli, I’m a lot more fun than Max.”

      “Who is the lucky father?” Kiki asked in a strained voice.

      Lilli glanced at Max. “Um, it’s—”

      He met her gaze. “That’s between me and Lilli.”

      Kiki’s face tightened with suspicion. “That’s a little vague, darling,” she said with an edge to her tone.

      “Kiki, this is not the place for this discussion,” he said. “Louie will be upset if we don’t enjoy his meal. I’ll talk to you later,” he said, looking at Lilli.

      “That’s okay,” she said, feeling her nerves jump in her stomach. “I’m hitting the sack early tonight. Very tired. Thank you again, Louie. G’night. Enjoy your evening,” she said and scooted out of the room, thankful that Kiki wasn’t armed. Otherwise, she was certain she would be so dead.

      While Lilli ate, she watched a boring show on her flat-screen television. Afterward, she took a shower and went to bed, but didn’t fall asleep. Pulling a book about newborn care from her nightstand, she added to the list of items she would need to purchase for the baby.

      A knock sounded on her door and she tensed, but didn’t answer. The knock sounded again and she held her breath.

      “I know you’re not asleep,” Max said. “I heard you walking around three minutes ago.”

      Lilli frowned. She’d gotten a drink of water from the attached bathroom. Sighing, she rose from the bed and opened the door.

      Max stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His gaze fell over her body, and he gave her a bottle of water and a cookie. “You’ve charmed my chef. Louie said you looked like you could use a cookie.”

      “Thank you,” she said, appreciating his kindness. “But I’m sure it’s because he thinks I’m a special friend of yours, even though I told him I’m not.”

      “It’s safe to say we have a special relationship,” he said. “A bond, in a way.”

      His tone made her stomach dip. “Speaking of special friends,” she said. “Just curious, was there a particular reason you didn’t tell Kiki the real father of my child?”

      “Yes. For safety reasons, I’ve decided it’s better not to comment on your relationship with Tony. There are too many people he owes.”

      “Oh,” she said, remembering the threat and feeling a sinking sensation in her stomach. She sat down on the bed. “I keep trying to forget about that.”

      “Don’t,” he said, moving toward her. “You need to be on guard when you go out in public. People will try to take advantage of you if they know of your association with the De Lucas.”

      “I don’t think my real friends would dream of taking advantage of me,” she said and put the cookie and bottle of water on the nightstand. The soft glow of the bedside lamp intensified the intimacy of the moment. He was close enough that she could smell a hint of his cologne and masculine scent. She could almost feel him.

      He gave a cynical smile. “People will always try to take advantage of you when you have money.”

      “You forget,” she said. “I don’t really have any money.”

      He sat down beside her on the bed and studied her. “That could change,” he said.

      Feeling his gaze on her, she looked at him. The expression on his face affected her in a strange way. “How?”

      “There are options,” he said.

      “If this involves that crazy contract,” she began.

      “We won’t discuss it at this late hour,” he said. “Alex asked me to give you his card. He couldn’t stop talking about you.”

      “That didn’t have anything to do with me,” she said, her hair drooping over one of her eyes. “I could tell he was only interested because he liked the idea of taking something away that he thought was yours. Just a game.”

      “You’re right that Alex is very competitive with me, but you underestimate your appeal,” he said and lifted his hand to her hair.

      Her heart fluttered. She could have pushed him away if she’d had the inclination, but she couldn’t find it anywhere inside her. He slid his hand over her cheek and then down to her mouth, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip.

      Her skin tingled everywhere he touched. She swallowed hard. “Why are you touching me?”

      “You don’t like it?” he asked, his dark gaze meeting hers. “There are so many reasons you should be offlimits.” He moved closer. “But I like the way your skin feels. I like the way you look at me when I touch you.”

      She inhaled a shallow breath and caught another draft of his spicy scent mixed with cologne. In some corner of her mind, it occurred to her that she’d never been this close to such a powerful man. He knew who he was and what he had to do, and he was the kind of man who would make whatever he wanted a reality.

      For Lilli, it was like getting up close and personal with a wild tiger. At the same time, he was solid and strong and she knew he would never force a woman. He wouldn’t need to. And to have him looking at her as his object of desire made her dizzy.

      “There’s something about you,” he said, gently urging her mouth open so he could slide his thumb just inside to her tongue. “Wide blue eyes with secrets, a sweet smile.” He glanced downward. “You make me curious.”

      Lilli was shocked at how quickly her body responded. She’d considered herself sexually dead, but she felt her skin heat and the tips of her breasts tighten against her white cotton gown.

      He saw it, too. She knew it by the expression on his face.

      “I shouldn’t want you,” he muttered and slid his hand around the back of her neck. “But dammit, I do.” He lowered his mouth to hers and took her lips in a kiss that made her lose track of time and space.

      His tongue slid over hers and she felt herself respond. It was all instinctual. Her heart pounded in her head and her blood pooled in secret, sensitive places. Every second that she felt his warmth, his touch, she was shocked by her immediate response to him. Something inside her could not push him away.

      She felt him lower one of his hands to her breast. Air caught somewhere in her throat as he caressed her through her gown. He rubbed the palm of his hand over the side of her breast and she shivered, pressing up against him.

      He gave a low groan of approval and drew his hand closer to her nipple, but not quite touching it. She felt the peak of it stiffen against her nightgown, aching for his touch.

      Full of wanting, she held her breath.

      He finally pushed the top of her gown down and slid his thumb over her nipple. She couldn’t swallow a moan of relief with a twinge of frustration.

      He pulled his mouth from hers and slid his lips over her skin, down her throat and collarbone. A riot of sensations shot through her. She wanted him everywhere at once.

      His other hand slid over her back, massaging her,