How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series) by Helen Cooper

fun before dinner.” He licked his lips and I pulled my towel around me tighter.
     
    “We’re not having any fun before or after dinner,” I said haughtily.
     
    “Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You can resist this?” He pointed to himself and I rolled my eyeballs at him.
     
    “I can more than resist you.” I flounced to my closet with my heart beating rapidly. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see the flush in my face. The flush that would let him know that I was lying and wanted to flatten him on the bed in that very moment. He was wearing khaki pants and a black Bob Dylan t-shirt and he looked hotter than I had remembered. He also had some stubble on his face that was more appealing than it should be. I wanted to rip his t-shirt off and feel the roughness of his stubble against the smoothness of my face and breasts. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like rubbing against my clit. I moaned involuntarily and tried to banish his sexy image from my thoughts.
     
    “What are you moaning about, Sarah?” I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He had gotten off the bed and walked over to me. I felt his arms go around my waist and I struggled to clench the top of the towel to make sure that it didn’t fall down.
     
    “I’m groaning because I have nothing to wear,” I mumbled angrily. “Oh.” My voice became breathy as I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and kissing their way down to my bare shoulders.
     
    “I don’t mind if you have nothing to wear,” he growled into my ear and then he tugged on my towel until it went flying to the floor. “I don’t mind at all.” His hands moved up and caressed my breasts; he moved his fingers to my nipples and rolled them with his fingertips, squeezing them gently.
     
    “Oh Harry.” I leaned back into him and closed my eyes. I felt his hardness pushing into my butt through his pants.
     
    "Yes, Sarah?" I could hear a chuckle in his voice.
     
                  "Nothing." I squirmed in his arms. I wanted to move away from him but I didn't have the will power. He turned me around to face him and pulled me towards him hard, crushing my breasts against his chest. I felt his tongue worm its way into my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly; enjoying the minty taste in my mouth.
     
    "Now now, Sarah." He grinned down at me as he pulled away slowly. "As much as I'd love to ravish you right now, we really don't have the time."
     
    "Huh?" I looked at him in confusion, my body groaning in rebellion. "I made reservations for dinner."
     
    "Oh." I peered up at him in his casual clothes and frowned. "You don't look very dressed up for dinner."
     
    "I've got clothes to change into."
     
    "Oh." I shivered at the coldness of the room and he drew me close to him and rubbed my back.
     
                  "Get some clothes on before you catch a cold," he scolded me and I wanted to retort back to him that he was the reason why I didn't have any clothes on. "Unless you want us to warm you up in another way."
     
    "You just told me we didn't have time," I protested. He grinned at me.
     
    "Well, I could always be convinced."
     
    "Whatever." I pulled out a pair of panties and a bra and pulled them on before turning back to him. "How fancy is this place? Should I wear something casual or something sophisticated."
     
    "Whatever you want."
     
    "That doesn't help me," I moaned. "Men," I muttered. "I would have thought that you being an older man would know a bit more about clothes."
     
    "You're obsessed with age, aren't you?" He laughed.
     
    "No, I'm not." I pulled on a navy blue skirt and a white top. "I've just never dated an older man before."
     
    "Well, you're not dating one now either." He shrugged his shoulders. It took me a moment to realize what he meant by that. He wasn't saying that he wasn't old; he was saying that we weren't dating.
     
    "Or maybe I should say I've never slept with a man with sagging skin before." I smiled