One Night with a Billionaire

At least she thought he was ignoring her. At one point, she ran to the bathroom because she could still feel her own dampness between her legs, and so she scrubbed herself as best she could and tried not to get aroused by the thought that Cade could drag her back to that janitor closet at any moment and prove to her that he could make her come in the blink of an eye.

The secret, naughty part of her rather hoped he would. She tried to shut that part of her mind down.

When she returned from the bathroom, though, her phone was back on her makeup table. Surprised, she picked it up and ran her fingers over the screen. She knew she’d left that in Cade’s room this morning by accident. Unlocking the screen, she gazed at the text message on top.

Cade: I have your panties. They’re wet still, and if I put my hand in my pocket, it comes out smelling like your pussy. It’s tempting to just shove my hand in there over and over again, mostly because I love your scent.

Lord have mercy, her nipples were hard. Kylie sucked in a breath and began to text back.

Kylie: Please let me have my panties back.

Cade: Convince me.

She licked her lips nervously, tasting the thick strawberry gloss she’d put on her mouth post-closet.

Kylie: How?

Cade: Get creative.

Kylie: I’ll . . . blow you in the limo once we get out of here.

She squeezed her thighs together tightly because just thinking about that made her wet again. Why did she like the thought of being on her knees before him so much? All he had to do was smile at her and she was practically reaching for his zipper.

Cade: Tempting, but I feel I need more incentive. These are very wet panties.

She smothered a groan of frustration and glanced over at him to see if he was looking in her direction. The bastard was lounging, his pose as casual as could be. Meanwhile here she was with hard nipples and getting wet between her legs all over again. And no damn underwear!

As she watched, his hand shifted, and then he imperceptibly touched his fingers just above his mouth.

Smelling them again. Smelling her.

God. She was going to be so wet between her legs she was going to need to head back to the restroom and mop up again in a minute.

Stop that, she texted.

Cade: Or what?

This new side of Cade was driving her insane. Driving her mad with need, but also driving her crazy.

I’ll  . . . send you naked selfies, she offered.

Cade: That’s an enticing proposal. Tell you what. I’ll let you have the panties back once I receive the pictures.

Kylie gritted her teeth.

I’ll send you the selfies later. I need my panties back now.

“Who are you texting?” Ginger asked, appearing at her side.

Kylie jerked and nearly dropped her phone. “What? Huh?”

Ginger gave her another suspicious look. “What the fuck’s your problem? You’re as jumpy as Daphne.”

“Sorry,” Kylie said, putting a hand to her breasts. “You scared me.”

“I bet,” Ginger grumped. “You had this weird look on your face and you were texting like no tomorrow. Who you texting?”

That was nosy. Kylie forced herself to give Ginger an innocent smile. “Just an old friend from school. She’s trying to get tickets.”

“Uh-huh.” Ginger didn’t sound like she believed her, but she didn’t push. Instead, she showed Kylie one of Daphne’s silvery kimonos for one of her midshow numbers. “Look, she’s gotten purple lipstick on the collar of both of her backups and I can’t get it out. Do you know how to remove this shit from fabric? Or maybe you have a good makeup remover? I’ll try anything at this point, or I have to rip the collar out and redo it.”

“Let me see,” Kylie said, sliding her phone carefully into her purse and locking the screen again so no one could see the filthy texts she was sharing with Cade. Her fingers shook as she took the fabric from Ginger. “I do have a cream lip-stain remover that we could always try.” She set the fabric down and began digging through her box of makeup removers.

Getting the stains out of the stage costumes provided a distraction for the rest of the show, and by the time the audience roared their way through the encore, Kylie was ready with Daphne’s press makeup. She wasn’t even thinking about Cade . . . much.

Okay, so she was, but she was under control now at least.

When Daphne tripped down the stairs in her platform heels, she took one look in her greenroom, squealed, and ripped off her bright pink wig. “Cade! Baby! You’re here!”

Kylie watched as the billionaire stood up and Daphne launched herself into Cade’s arms—into Kylie’s husband’s arms—and began to smother his face with kisses.