Appetite For Lust | Billionaire Romance

Appetite For Lust | Billionaire Romance by Jezebel Nixon Read Free Book Online

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Authors: Jezebel Nixon
before pressing his lips against hers once more and opening her lips with his tongue.

 
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
     
    The sun shines in Megan’s eyes as she wakes, her naked body pressed against cool, silk sheets. She rolls over, stretching as she turns and watches Peter’s back as he pulls his shirt up over it.
     
    “Good morning.” He whispers, turning his head slightly to look at her as he buttons up his shirt. “I hope you slept well.”
     
    “Mhm.” She whispers laying her head back down on the pillow.
     
    She watches him slowly walk around to her side of the bed and he holds his hand out for her to grab, helping her sit up.
     
    Megan accepts his hand, and he lifts her up to sit. She brings the sheet up over herself, covering her bare chest as Peter leans down to her, pressing his lips against hers.
     
    “What time is it?” She asks, still a little bit sleepily. “I should probably be at work right now.”
     
    “Just past ten.” He whispers into her neck.
     
    “Are you serious?” She asks, pushing him away and leaning over the side of the bed to pick up her discarded clothes. “I have to go. I already left work yesterday without saying anything to anyone, and now I’m late today….” She pauses as she slips her arms through the sleeves of her blouse. “I’m going to get fired.”
     
    “Fired?” He says, lifting his eyebrows. “Fired for what? You’re with the CEO, who’s going to fire you?”
     
    “It’s a responsibility, Peter, I have to go.” She says huffing as she drops her shoulders in frustration.
     
    “Just…. Let yourself be fired then.” He says, reaching down to pick up her skirt before handing it to her.
     
    “What?” She asks as she slips her feet through the waist and pulls it up her calves. “We’re not all billionaires here, Peter, I can’t just not go into work and still expect to pay my rent, you know.”
     
    “I’ll pay your rent.” He says, watching her with his blue eyes as she stands to pull her skirt up her thighs and over her round bottom.
     
    “Yeah, sure.” She snorts, sitting back down on the bed beside him.
     
    “Yeah.” He whispers, leaning into her and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. “Let me. I have the money, and we can settle down. Megan, I have an appointment to make an offer on a new house later this afternoon. Just out of town. Lots of bedrooms.” He says, dragging the palm of his hand up and down her waist. “You can come with me if you want.”
     
    “No.” She says abruptly, pushing away his arms as she stands up. She turns to him, wiping the sleep out of her eyes as she shakes her head. “No, Peter, what are you thinking? I have to get to work now.”
     
    “What?” Peter asks, his blue eyes squinting at her. “Should I put off the offer on the house until another time?”
     
    “Why do I care, it’s your house?” She asks, sighing.
     
      He pauses, turning his head to look at the sunshine out of the balcony window before scratching at his stubble softly.
     
    “So, are we anything?” He asks, sighing softly and turning towards her.
     
    “Peter.” She whispers, sitting back down beside him. “Peter, we just reconnected. I mean, we had fun, but it’s just too soon to know anything.”
     
      He clears his throat, nodding softly as he stands.
     
    “Alright.” He says, walking back over to his side of the bed, before picking his keys up from the bedside table. “I’ll take you back to work.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    She rubs her eyes as her heels click against the floor as she makes her way down the corridor to her desk. She sighs as she spots Benj on the phones. She knew this would happen.
     
      Quietly she walks up to her desk, giving him a soft apologetic smile and a little wave. He throws his hand up in the air before bringing it back down to cover the receiver as he mouths “Where were you?”.
     
    “I’m so sorry, things just got a little bit out of

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