“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” she whispered, pushing her hips against his. The way his pupils dilated nearly did her in.

There are only two things that make billionaire Ethan White's heart race: fast cars and Laura Corbett. Unfortunately, Laura wants nothing to do with his playboy ways. Ethan thinks that everyone has the wrong idea about him, including his stalker, and he's determined to prove them all wrong. When Ethan's business partner wants to open a new car R&D facility in Colorado, he jumps at the opportunity to be closer to his two passions.

Thrust into the new responsibility of raising her siblings by the death of her parents, Laura Corbett doesn't have time for awkward hookups, let alone a relationship. So when the billionaire she had a one night stand with shows up in town, she pretends he doesn't exist. She can't let anything come between her and her family.

But nothing can prepare her for the way that Ethan connects with her brother and sister. And she can't deny the fact that jumping in his bed makes her come alive. Everything seems like it'll be normal again, maybe even better than normal.

But Ethan's stalker disagrees...

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Chapter 28

Laura

“Are you sure you have to go?” Laura asked. She sat on the edge of the hotel bed watching as Ethan packed up his things. He was meticulous in where he put everything, and she could see why he wouldn't want anyone else to do it. The man was a little bit of a control freak about his things.

“Yes,” he said, looking up. “It'll only be for a couple of days. You'll barely even notice I'm gone.”

Laura made a visible show of pouting. “I just like having you here.”

He chuckled and stopped packing to lean over and kiss her.

“I like being here,” he told her. “However, W Motors is still based out of California. I have things I have to do there.”

“And you're sure you can't do those things here?” she asked, still pushing out her lower lip. “I mean, telecommuting is a real thing.”

“Believe it or not, I have done it,” he replied, going back to his suitcase. “I have to do this in person. Not everything can be done through a computer screen.”

Laura crossed her arms and pouted, doing her best impersonation of a three-year-old. It made Ethan laugh.

“I'll be back before you know it,” he said, closing the lid to his suitcase and zipping it up.

“Promise?” she asked, still keeping her pout going.

He smiled. “Promise.”

He came around and kissed her again, wiping the pout from her lips. It wasn't possible to pout and kiss him at the same time. It wasn't possible to be anything but happy when he kissed her.

“Now I really do have to leave, or I'll be late for my flight,” he said, giving her a stern look.

“I thought it was a private jet? Don't you get to pick when you take off?” she asked. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Maybe in, I don't know, thirty minutes?”

“You temptress woman,” he told her shaking his head. “I have meetings. And a flight plan. And we already went once today.”

“So?” She grinned, and he chuckled.

“So... you are a bad influence,” he told her. He paused, obviously considering his options. He checked his watch. “You have ten minutes.”

Laura grinned. It took seconds for her to have her shirt and bra off. As she bent over a bit to unbutton her pants, she could see Ethan lick his lips, then begin to unbutton his own shirt. He was being far too slow, and as soon as Laura had her pants down, she stepped toward him, grabbing onto the bottom of his shirt and beginning to undo the buttons. “Come on, come on! Ten minutes isn't a lot of time to work with!”

Ethan grabbed her hands and stopped her. She looked up at him to see him smiling. “I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said. “Like you said, though, I get to pick when I take off.”

Laura smiled back at him. “Do you get to pick when you get off also?”

“Of course I do, it's just whenever the plane la-” He stopped, then laughed. “Oh, you weren't talking about the plane, were you?”

Laura bit her lip and shook her with a naughty smirk. “Nope.”

“Well, in that case, I do get to pick when I get off.”

“Oh, is that right?” Laura asked, with a bit of a mocking tone.

“Yep. There are some perks to being a billionaire.”

“Well then, sir. Do you want to get off now?”

He shrugged. “I guess that depends on you. Am I cleared for take off?”

Laura went back to undoing his buttons. “I was trying to take off your clothes, but you stopped me!”

Ethan laughed. As Laura kept messing with his shirt, she leaned up and kissed him. He reached around her, running his hands up and down her bare back. She loved the feel of his fingers against her skin. It almost tickled, but it felt so good she shivered. Finally, when she got the last button undone, she pulled the shirt over his broad shoulders and down his arms, nearly tangling him up in the process.

He flicked his arms free and resumed touching her skin. His hands went down to her butt, feeling her silk panties for a moment before going to his own pants. She heard the soft sound of the metal buckle slide across leather and before she knew it his pants were down around his ankles.

Laura pushed him back, insistent with her kisses. She had ten minutes, and she wasn't about to waste them. He fell back onto the bed, her body on top of his. She wanted him all to herself, and she wasn't about to stop.

“Wait, Laura. Wait!” he insisted, chuckling as he held her back.

“What?”

“Let me at least get my pants and shoes all the way off,” he said with a laugh.

She waited impatiently, checking him out as he bent over to remove the last of his clothes. She loved the way his lithe muscles flexed and moved with even the most simple of tasks. If she were an artist, she would have insisted on painting him every second of the day. He was her own personal David.

She realized as his he finished removing his shoes that she should have used this time to take off her own panties, but she had been too busy looking at his body. She shrugged. They still had at least eight minutes left.

She was back in his lap, her legs straddling his perfect naked body beneath her. Her hand touched his smooth skin, trying to feel every part of him she could reach. He was sprawled out beneath her and hers for the taking. She wanted to touch and kiss every inch of his skin. There were, of course, some impressive inches that she wanted to touch more than others.

Ethan's hands were back on her ass. His fingers grabbed at her through the silky fabric in the back and his manhood pressed against the fabric of the front. Heat rolled up her spine and straight into her brain. All she could think about was getting him inside of her.

“Condom?” Laura asked, sitting up and looking around for his pants.

He held up the small square between his two fingers. “Grabbed it while I was taking off my pants,” he told her, ripping it open. He quickly sheathed himself.

She was panting with need now. She only had five minutes to make him hers forever. She had five minutes before he was gone. She was determined to make the most of them.

Laura leaned down to put her lips next to his ear. “There. Now, you're clear for take-off.”

He chuckled and thrust deep. Laura's world condensed into one purely of pleasure. She gasped and writhed as he plunged within her. How did every time he filled her it felt better than the last? He groaned and bucked his hips to meet her, heat rising in them both.

There wasn't much time left.

“You feel so good,” he said, his voice deep and husky with desire. “I could stay here all day.”

“No, sir! The clock on the wall says you only have...” She pretended to strain to see the clock, but she had lost track of time anyway. “Three minutes to get off.”

He laughed, then hugged her tight. He thrust his hip up, flipping them both over so that she was on her back and he was on top. He placed his arms on either side of her head, giving her the perfect view of his muscled arms. He was in complete control, and she liked it.

She felt safe and wanted like this. He leaned forward and kissed her before starting the motion with his hips that left her gasping. Their bodies moved in tandem, each seeking the edges of rapture. Skin to skin, his lips fused to hers as they crescendoed to their fabulous ending. Her body was ready to be his completely.

He felt so good it was unbelievable.

Together, her legs wrapped around his waist and his arms straining to keep him up, they came apart at the seams and joined. Heaven wrapped itself around the two of them and held them tight for a moment of bliss.

She hated that it was over, but happy it had happened. She wished she didn't have to wait for the next time she had him like this, but he had a plane to catch. Their ten minutes in heaven were up.

“Time to get going,” she whispered, but she didn't move to help him up. She liked the feeling of his weight like a blanket on top of her.

“Just five more minutes,” he muttered into her ear.

“Don't make me use my mom voice,” she warned. He opened one eye and looked at her. She raised her chin up so she could look down her nose at him. “Ethan White, you get up and get on your plane right this instant.”

He laughed and said, “Yes, ma'am.” In a moment, he had pulled out of her, then staggered to the bathroom.

Laura saw his tie on the ground. She couldn't help herself. She reached down and grabbed it, quickly slipping the loop over her head and tightening it back up so that she was wearing the tie, and only the tie.

Ethan came back and began pulling on his clothes. Laura sat on the bed, just waiting for him to notice, but he really was in a hurry now. When he had his button-up shirt back on but still open, he began lifting up pillows and searching under his pants. “Laura, have you seen my tie?”

“Yes, I have,” she said.

“Where is it?”

“Right here,” she said, thrusting her chest forward a little bit. It rested on top of her breasts, and when he finally looked, she saw his eyes dilate again.

He leaned forward and grabbed it. At first, Laura thought he would just lift it up over her head. Instead, he grabbed hold of it, pulling her in for a kiss. The kiss was long, passionate, and for a moment Laura wanted to go again.

Billionaires don't have a refractory period, do they? She thought to herself. What was another ten minutes anyway?