CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ella
I shiver, and Balor insists we go back inside, where he secures the balcony doors behind us.
“I can’t wait anymore,” he says, backing up to the bed, my skirt bunched in his hands.
I can’t believe this old plaid micro-mini skirt got Balor to look at me differently. I’d been flirting with fire to see if I could rekindle what we had in Los Angeles. Even if that was stupid because he’s my boss now.
More than that, he’s a powerful man in a family of killers.
The way his gaze tracked me all day makes that familiar quiver of heat deep in my core roar to life between my legs.
Those hours in Los Angeles with a ‘stranger’ fulfilled a fantasy and got me over my fear of being alone with a man. Being in this hotel room with Balor means something completely different.
Something’s at stake, although other than my heart, I don’t know what. I could totally fall for him. But he’s a billionaire mob hacker who prefers escorts. I’m... I’m just me. A schoolteacher.
“Earth to Ella,” Balor teases me with a soft growl. “What’s my butterfly thinking?”
That Irish accent warms my chest.
But Balor’s vision goes dark whenever the subject of Wes comes up. My ex hasn’t bothered me since I got back.
Tonight feels so right for Balor and me, I don’t want to voice any concerns.
“I’m thinking of which side of the bed to lay on so you can fuck my mouth.” I glance down at my body, shocked at how my nipples have stiffened.
“It doesn’t matter... I’ll find a way to fuck your mouth no matter what position you’re in,” Balor hums in my ear, cupping my ass.
Kissing my neck, he’s paralyzed when light suddenly floods the darkened room.
A loud whir of air hits the windows and vibrates the glass.
Gasping, I jump back.
“What the ever-loving fuck?” Balor shoves me behind him. “No. No. No. No!”
A ginormous luxury helicopter lands in a field of grass north of the parking lot.
“What is that?” I ask him.
Balor spins around, a vein in his neck pulsing in anger. “My brother’s helicopter.”
BALOR’S brOTHERS SENT their helicopter for him.
When I specifically heard him tell them no.
I loved the idea of getting naked with Balor again under the glow of white shimmering snow through the window. Now that’s ruined.
Anticipating another hot night with Balor, my panties are freaking soaked. I use the bathroom to calm down and fix myself. When I finish, the room door is open and deep male voices filter in from the hallway.
I edge out and follow the sounds coming from the second room where Balor is with Trace.
The bodyguard stands there in a white ribbed tank top with a gun holstered under his left shoulder.
“I’ll stay here tonight with the Rivian and drive back when the roads open,” Trace says.
“They can give this room to anyone stuck in the lobby,” I say, putting on my coat.
“I’ll let them know,” Trace says to me with a bow to his head.
Gripping my hand, Balor adds, “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
The bodyguard slips his dress shirt back on. “Aye.”
Balor and I walk hand in hand down the hallway to the elevator.
I glance back at Trace who’s smiling at us.
At least this time I’m leaving with Balor instead of being left behind.