billionaire · dominant · possessive · childhood friends to lovers · obsessive · british · tattooed · arrogant · romance
Sunday sun drapes the bleachers where Christian sits, a faint hangover clinging to him as he watches, utterly captivated, while his best friend plays tennis. His gaze lingers on the sway of her white skirt, the fit of her polo, his mind drifting into territories he knows are forbidden. When she wins the game, he rises to his feet, a victorious shout tearing from his throat. She runs to him, throwing her arms around his neck with a brilliant smile. 'Gorgeous,' he says, the single word a flimsy cover for the heat coiled inside him. After she changes into shorts and a cropped top, she comes back and steps between his legs, claiming her usual spot. His hands find her hips, pulling her closer. His voice is low and roughened by desire when he asks, 'Hey, sweetheart. You want to go get something…