Chile… They had me at black billionaire…
When reminiscing over the past ignites a secret night of passion between a billionaire and his childhood crush, they end up with more than just their memories of that night.
“Just for tonight.”
Until their chance reunion takes a sharp turn…toward twins.
Tech billionaire Benjamin Bennett can’t resist a steamy weekend with Sloane Sutton—his crush on her goes way back. But when he tracks her down, she’s pregnant—with twins! Now their fling needs trust to survive. Benji wants a wedding; his family claims she’s a gold digger. But Sloane won’t be bought—or married. Can they find common ground…and a shot at forever?
He swallowed her gasp in response to the sudden move, kissing her harder. Losing himself in the clash of lips and tongue and the delicious sensation of their bodies moving against each other, desperate for more contact than their clothing would permit.
He savored her intoxicating scent and relished the feel of her full breasts with their hardened peaks pressed against his chest.
She glided her fingertips down his stomach and fumbled with his belt buckle, loosening it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.
Sloane’s hands froze. Her eyes opened and her gaze had shifted from one of intense desire to one of regret.
“Hey, beautiful.” Benji traced her cheekbone with his thumb. “Did I say something wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have come here, and we shouldn’t be doing this.” She lowered her gaze.
He was seconds away from making his boyhood fantasy a reality and he’d blown it, because he couldn’t keep his stupid mouth shut.
Way to go, Benj.
“Why not?” He spoke calmly, trying to put her at ease. “We’re consenting adults.”
“I’ve known you since you were five. You’re my best friend’s little brother. I’ve introduced you as my little brother.” She shook her head, her eyes still not meeting his. “This is bad. What would Delia say? And what would your parents think?”
“My mother will never believe anyone is good enough, and my sister adores you.” Benji dropped a slow, lingering kiss on her lips.
“Because I’m her friend, who she trusts not to blow into town and screw her little brother.” She jabbed him in the gut, but her lips parted to his tongue when he kissed her again.
“You’re too young for me, Benji,” she whispered against his lips as he slid the silky, blue material down her shoulder.
He kissed the shell of her ear. “Five years mattered then. It doesn’t now.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship, Benj.” She pressed her hands to his chest, halting his movement as her gaze met his. Still, she hadn’t moved an inch. Her legs framed his as she awaited his response.
“Neither am I,” he said finally. “That doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I want you, Sloane. And I know you want me, too.” He slowly tugged the zipper down her back. The silky, cobalt blue material slid from her shoulders, giving him better access. He trailed kisses down her shoulder and across the top of her breasts, exposed by a pale pink strapless bra. “Just for tonight.”
She sucked in a deep breath and let the material slip down her arms and pool around her waist. Sloane unbuttoned his pants and inched the zipper down. The sound echoed off the solid oak floors and shiplap walls. She leaned in to kiss him. “Just for tonight.”
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ABOUT REESE RYAN
Reese Ryan serves up sexy, emotional romantic fiction with a cast of complex characters and a heaping side of family drama.
Born and raised in the Midwest, Reese now resides in Central North Carolina where she treads the line between being a Northerner and a damned Yankee, despite her insistence on calling soda pop. She gauges her progress by the number of “bless your lil’ hearts” she receives each week. She is currently down to two.
Past president of her local Romance Writers of America chapter and a panelist at the 2017 Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, Reese is an advocate for the romance genre and diversity in fiction.