The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires #1)(74)

That bastard. He’s going to make me work for it.

I use his shoulders as a support while I rise up, taking my skirt along with me. He looks down at our joined bodies where his dick is still halfway inside of me. His eyes don’t stray as he licks his lips and stares.

I push back down, making him shudder as my body clamps around his cock. “I might be a fraud, but you’re nothing but a beautiful liar. A man willing to do anything to get what he wants. Selfish.” I rise to slam down again, building a rhythm that matches our heavy breaths. “Controlling.” I swivel my hips which makes his eyes roll back into his head. “An angry man with secret smiles and soft laughs and a golden heart he keeps hidden from the world.” My lips find his neck and nip at the skin.

He’s my dark storm cloud in the middle of a drought—an underappreciated beauty that makes me feel equally alive as the sun or the stars.

His fingers tremble against my hips as he releases another groan.

“I think you hate how much you want me. Because to care about me means you have to admit to having a heart.” I place a soft kiss against his lips. “So keep telling yourself those pretty little lies. Your secret is safe with me.”

I ride him, earning every single moan from his lips. I’m obsessed with teasing him. Each time I rise, I withdraw right to his tip, making him suck in a breath before I slam back down.

Rowan’s eyes go completely dark as his hands holding on to my hips squeeze harder. Something inside of him snaps. He takes control, his arms straining beneath the fabric of his shirt as he lifts me before pulling me back down again.

The breath gets knocked out of me with each punishing stroke. Pleasure crawls up my spine. My skin burns with each graze of Rowan’s skin against mine. Like someone holds a flame to my skin with each caress.

Rowan’s movements become sloppier as control slips from his grasp. Black spots fill my vision before stars burst, sparking to life behind my shut eyes. My body shakes as pleasure rushes through me.

Rowan’s entire body trembles as he comes. I don’t stop moving my hips until we’re both breathless and boneless. My head drops against his shoulder, and exhaustion eats away at the remaining adrenaline in my system.

Rowan runs his hand up and down my spine. My eyes shut as I try to regulate my breathing and heart rate. The lull of his hand has me drifting into unconsciousness despite his softening cock still inside of me.

I must be half delusional from my orgasm because Rowan whispers something to himself that I must’ve dreamed up in my head. “If I had a heart to give, it would be all yours. Free of cost.”

My spine tingles, and it has nothing to do with his hand running down my back. I want to tell him he has a heart, but the words get stuck in my throat. So instead, I soak in whatever kind of affection Rowan is willing to share.





35





Zahra





Rowan shows up after our weekly Friday meeting, wearing the most annoyingly smug smile on his face.

“Can you go back to not smiling? This isn’t fair.” I shut off my desktop computer.

His grin widens. “But I like the way you squirm.”

I shove my laptop in my backpack. “Asshole.”

He leans against the cubicle wall and tucks his hands in his pockets. “If you’re trying to turn me off, you’re going about it the wrong way.”

I think of our first kiss and how much he liked the word back then.

“What are you doing here?” I rasp.

“I wanted to let you know we’re going on a date tomorrow.”

“Okay…” I play it cool, but inside I’m swooning. Rowan is definitely making his intentions obvious, and I’m so here for it. It’s refreshing to not chase him down for a date.

“After we have dinner with your family,” he speaks with finality.

“Come again?!”

“Maybe later.” He winks.

I clutch onto the side of my desk to stop myself from falling out of my chair. “Don’t wink.”

“Why?”

“Because my ovaries might implode and that would be quite unfortunate.”

He chuckles to himself. “Ani invited me after our last meeting.”

“That little conniving—” I’m so not ready to introduce Rowan to my family.

“It’s cute how much she talks you up.”

Ugh. How can I get annoyed at Ani for that?

I sigh. “I’m not sure you’re ready for my family.”

“Please. I need to hear all about your parents getting married in Vegas. Their love for Elvis runs deep.”

“Don’t encourage them. They’ll whip out an old album and shower you with stories.”

“Ani mentioned they have a video of you performing with your ukulele in the living room. You can consider me quite interested in viewing that family film.”

I groan as I lay my head on my desk and raise my middle finger high in the air.





“Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” my mom gushes over Rowan the moment he walks through the door with a fancy-looking bottle of wine.

His whole body remains frozen in the doorway.

“Welcome.” My dad offers his hand.

Rowan shakes it and greets everyone else, including Claire, who stares him up and down before shrugging like she’s unimpressed.