Page 90 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
We’d finished the meal a short time ago, paid, and were making our exit, Kieran leaving before me. I should’ve known he was up to something when he passed over the phone so easily. The moment I saw Emily’s bare shoulders and a glimpse of her bed behind her, my cock had stiffened behind my zipper. It had been self-preservation that had me disconnecting the call so I could say proper good nights to the men who would soon be starting up one of my newest ventures in China.
“Thank you for dinner, Mr. Montgomery,” one of them said, which prompted the rest to do the same.
I shook hands, made proper comments when necessary, before finally stepping out of the restaurant and onto the darkened street. At ten o’clock on a Saturday night, the city was alive. People were coming and going, seeking restaurants and clubs, out for a night on the town.
I glanced to the curb, saw the Bentley idling there. Thank fuck Heath was standing there, patiently waiting, because my mind was already back on Emily, wondering just what the little sex kitten was up to with nothing on.
Before Heath could secure the door, I barked for Kieran to call Emily back. “FaceTime her,” I added, eager to lay eyes on her naked form once more.
He chuckled softly, then dialed the phone. When Emily answered, I snagged it from his hand.
“Why are you naked?” I asked in lieu of a greeting.
Immediately I realized that was the wrong thing to say, because her expression fell and the tears I’d glimpsed just now seemed more prominent.
“I’m not naked,” she finally rasped, her tone wavering only slightly.
“No?”
“No, I’m not. See.”
I sucked in a harsh breath when she shifted the camera so that it skimmed down the entire length of her body. She was right. She wasn’t naked, but only because she donned a pair of lacy white panties.
“Fucking hell,” I rasped under my breath, never looking away from the screen.
“Told you,” she said petulantly.
“Em…”
“Hmm?”
My tone softened. “What are you doing?”
“I was going to bed, then Kieran called, and then you were rude.”
“I’m sorry,” I said easily. “You caught me off guard.”
“Oh.” That seemed to settle her. “I didn’t mean to.”
I smiled. She was so fucking sweet. “I know. What did you do tonight?”
“I had some wine, apologized to Stewart. I was about to go to bed.”
“You sleep naked?”
Her gaze, so innocent and sweet, dropped down, as though she was assessing her nakedness. “Not usually, no.”
But she’d felt bold from the alcohol. The thought had my dick thickening. I pressed my palm against my fly to readjust, and when I did, I met Kieran’s gaze.
I held up a hand, snapped my fingers, and pointed toward my lap and the steel-hard erection that needed his attention. This washisfault after all, so by God, he could address the situation.
“Em,” I said, redirecting my attention when Kieran moved to his knees before me, reached for the buckle of my belt.
“Yes.”
“What were you doing when Kieran called?”
She giggled. “Nothing.”
