Free Billionaire Games by Sylvia Maddox

she did to him, and as much as he hated to admit it, as much as he wanted to deny it, it was still the same, even now.
    He walked to his car slowly, halfway hoping that his unhurried, casual steps would allow him to undo some of the excitement and anxiousness that wormed through him, the desire that had him wanting to turn back around.
    Simeon wouldn’t run from her, wouldn’t let her chase him out of his own house, for fuck’s sake, but he kept marching toward the car, knowing that he couldn’t go back.
    It wasn’t the sex that had him this on edge.
    That had been phenomenal, beyond phenomenal. Sex with Claire had made the countless interludes between the time that he had had her last and today meaningless, even more so than they had been before. The things that drove him crazy about her, her curves, her sweetness, that streak of innocent kindness that never seemed to go away even as she took his cock like she had been made for him, those weren’t it either.
    He’d expected that, planned for it, and had been pleased when he had discovered it. She had been beautiful before, but was even more so now, had blossomed into a sweet, sinful woman that he could, and would, spend countless hours learning.
    But that didn’t account for his reaction, nor did it make up for his utter blindness when it came to her.
    He’d kept his clothes on intentionally, had liked the idea of her feeling vulnerable, had liked the idea of keeping some distance. But Claire, fucking Claire, had turned the tables on him.
    She always had, and that was something that didn’t seem to have changed. Just when he thought he had the upper hand, when he thought he was getting somewhere, she’d asked that question, asked for his help, her expression defiant, prideful, honest, so much so that his desire for her had spiked.
    He’d taken her from behind, thinking that maybe if he didn’t see her face he could keep himself detached, another lie and impossibility, for even though he hadn’t seen her, he’d heard her moans, so expressive, heard the hitch in her breath as he had stroked himself inside her, saw the way she had clenched at the glass, her small fingers working at it as if she needed to do something to stay inside herself.
    But even that wasn’t the full story.
    He suspected, hoped, he could’ve withstood all of that, but when she had curled against him as he’d carried her, the smallest smile on her face, the need to hold her against him, take her again and again—the need to keep her forever—had sent him scurrying away.
    The entire purpose behind all of this was to get Claire out of his system, not to bury her in deeper, and the way he felt in that moment, like he was home, like what they had had been real, and could be real again, had sent him away.
    He speed out of the garage, headed for his house.
    The penthouse had been a special purchase. Simeon had bought the place specifically for her, instinct telling him a hotel would be wrong for their time together, but that inviting her into his home would be deadly. And as he approached his second penthouse, he knew he’d been right.
    As he walked into his building, one of the nicest and most expensive in the city, he realized how he could never allow her here. His pride at ascending to this height, the satisfaction, however hollow, of looking down on all of those who had tossed him away, would seem like nothing in the face of Claire’s presence there.
    So he couldn’t have her here, couldn’t withstand memories of her in yet another place.
    Yet hours later, he restlessly prowled, not able to relax. His cock was relentlessly hard and only getting harder, the small taste of her that he’d had nowhere near enough to satiate him.
    He should stay where he was, try to keep his equilibrium. That would be the smart thing to do.
    Simeon was back in his car and headed to Claire in before he had the chance to again make himself see reason.
    It was quiet when he arrived, and he heard the shower in