Exclusive Love (British Billionaires Series)

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Without hesitation or invitation, leaning in he caught her lips. Putting her hands to his chest in a pathetic attempt to refuse the kiss, his soft lips melded with hers rendering her unable to even pretend to struggle. Katy wasn’t sure whether time stopped or sped up. Lost in the lingering kiss, somewhere between Oscar’s hands cupping her face and raking through her hair, she found herself carried to bed by him.
    Placing her on the virginal sheets, he positioned himself atop her. As the heat intensified, Katy found her legs parting involuntarily allowing Oscar to shift between them. The kisses increasing at a feverish rush, she felt his hardness grinding into the crotch of her panties. Katy moaned, wanting him.
    Torn from his roguish, rampant behavior, Oscar heard the faint sound of a cell phone. The ringtone became louder, drawing Katy’s attention to it. Acknowledging her phone, she wriggled out from under Oscar searching for her handbag. As she grabbed the strap of her handbag, the ringing stopped.
          They swore in unison. Oscar for the interruption, knowing he’d missed his shot. Katy, because she knew who it was. Seeing her editor’s name flash up on her missed calls, she kicked herself for not reaching the device earlier.
    ‘I didn’t realize how late it was,’ she said, fetching her bra from the floor and flinging off her t-shirt to put it on.
    ‘Disappointed,’ said Oscar.
    ‘What?’ Katy was half listening.
    ‘Disappointed you couldn’t put the bra on while wearing the t-shirt. It’s like sawing someone in half and not putting them back together at the end of the show. It wouldn’t go down well in Vegas.’
    ‘You’re disappointed I did half a magic trick?’
    ‘I thought it might sound preferable to me saying I’m disappointed because I didn’t get to...’
    ‘Get to what?’ she asked, twirling round as she threw her dress on.
    ‘You know.’
    ‘I’m sure I don’t. You think because I’m not a lady, I’ll put out without any effort?’
    ‘Katherine, you’re becoming prickly.’
    ‘It’s not Katherine, it’s Katy.’
    ‘Oh.’
    The silence between them had a deafening volume as she finished dressing.
    ‘It said Katherine on your profile,’ said Oscar gingerly.
    ‘I know, but everyone calls me Katy. It’s odd hearing someone call me Katherine.’
    ‘You should’ve corrected me when we met.’
    ‘Probably, but I wasn’t in fantastic form,’ she muttered
    ‘No.’
    On his back, half propped up by his elbows, his eyes looked little boy lost.
    ‘Anyway, you’re so darn certain I’m not a lady, the abbreviation shouldn’t be this shocking to you.’
    ‘I was teasing. Why must you take everything so personally?’
    ‘Well, I’m glad you’ve got the day to tease, Oscar. I don’t. I have a job to go to, and thanks to you I’m late.’
    ‘Can I lend you my driver?’
    ‘No, I’ll catch a cab,’ she replied brusquely.
    Catch a cab to the train station. Take the long train trek back to the office. Start repairing this whole sordid ordeal to progress the article. The thought was exhausting, but actually doing it would be harder. Plodding to the front door, she was stunned but weirdly happy Oscar’s hand was on the door intercepting her exit.
    ‘Don’t do it like this, Katy. Not after what we’ve said, what we nearly did.’
    ‘We were only kissing.’
    ‘I know. I liked kissing you and I think you liked kissing me.’
    ‘You are so arrogant. You’re so used to women falling at your feet you can’t see me for who I am.’
    ‘This is absurd. If you stopped and listened to yourself, you’d see that you’re behaving ridiculously and irrationally.’
    Katy ripped the door handle. As the lock clicked Oscar slammed it shut.
    ‘If you want to walk out that door right now and leave like none of this matters, it will be our last goodbye,’ warned Oscar.
    Her hand tightened on the handle.
    ‘I’m hoping you’ll take a deep breath, Katy, count to ten and

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