Page 48 of Two Billionaires For Her

“We sure are.” Darian’s hand finds her knee, and his fingers wander up to the hemline of her dress.

“Alright,” Becky says all of a sudden. She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. “I guess we’re really doing this.”

“Still harboring doubts?” I ask her.

“None,” she replies without a moment’s hesitation. “Are you?”

“No,” Darian and I say in unyson. “None.”

Becky slides down from the sofa and goes up to her feet. She turns around and, when I look into her eyes, I immediately notice the lustful fire that’s burning there.

“Then I guess it’s time,” she breathes out, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip. “Let’s make this official.”