Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) by Cathryn Fox Page B

remember, there’s more where that came from.”
    She snuggled deeper into the blankets. “Hurry back.”
    He glanced at the clock then left the room, moving quietly down the hall. The staff had already gone to bed, so he hurried to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. He grinned when he saw the tray of sandwiches inside. He’d have to remember to give Eloise a raise. He grabbed the tray, two glasses from the rack, and a bottle of white wine.
    By the time he made it back to his room, he found Rebecca with her back pressed against the headboard, thumbing through an old photo album. She glanced up when he entered.
    “I hope you don’t mind.”
    “My house is your house.” He poured them each a glass of wine, then set the bottle and sandwiches on his nightstand. He handed her one and she munched as she flipped through the pages. The smile on her face warmed his heart.
    He took a big bite of his ham and Swiss and pointed to his brother Gabe. “He’s the baby of the family. Momma’s boy all the way. We couldn’t do anything wrong without him tattling.”
    She laughed. “I don’t know about that. I think you were all momma’s boys.” She chewed her sandwich and went quiet for a moment. “What was it like growing up in a big family?”
    Quinn took a sip of his wine. “For us kids it was great, but how my mother put up with four boys and a husband was beyond me. We weren’t exactly angels.”
    “No?”
    He laughed. “Hell no. Josh and I had a misguided youth, but Dad’s belt got us back on track.”
    She chuckled. “Is your dad…?” Her question trailed off, as if she didn’t want to dig too deep.
    “He died a few years back. He was a good man.”
    “And you’re close with all your brothers.”
    “Thick as thieves.”
    She laughed. “Gabe doesn’t tattle anymore?”
    “No. We have too much on him these days for that.”
    They ate their sandwiches as she flipped through a few more pages, a look of longing on her face. She finished her wine and he took the glass. “Do you have any more albums?” she asked.
    “Yeah.” He climbed from the bed and searched his bookshelf. By the time he found one, he turned to find her sound asleep.
    His heart squeezed to see her so warm and content in his bed. He put the book back, slid in beside her and tucked her in. In no time at all he fell asleep. A sound pulled him awake, and he turned, half expecting her to be gone after realizing they had indeed crossed over into BDSM last night. When he found her still sleeping quietly, the love he felt for her tightened his throat. A noise sounded again, and Quinn climbed from the bed and pulled on his jeans.
    He tiptoed down the hall and found his brother coming in through the front door.
    “Hey,” Quinn said. “Early morning?”
    Josh grinned. “More like late night.”
    From the kitchen, he spotted Eloise preparing coffee. “We’ll take it in the den,” he said.
    Josh followed him in and sat on the edge of his desk. “How are…things?” he asked.
    “I don’t know. She’s giving me mixed signals and I don’t even think she knows it. I want to give her what she wants but she’s not ready.”
    “She’s afraid.”
    Quinn opened the box with the collar and ran his fingers over the jewels. It symbolized a commitment to each other, as well as the BDSM lifestyle. How would she react if she knew he’d had it made for her?
    Eloise brought their coffee and they both sipped in silence until she left. “I know you care about her, bro, but is giving up a big part of who you are what you want to do? If she loved you in return, would she really ask for that?”
    “She didn’t. I offered. She refused. I insisted.” Quinn scrubbed his hand over the scruff on his chin. “I want to be what she needs. Even if we stayed in the lifestyle, there is still a piece of herself she won’t give to me, anyway, which means I could never collar her.”
    “Then why don’t you move back to L.A. with me. Start again.”
    His office