All Chapters of Under His Billionaire Roof: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

His thumb traced her bottom lip. Once. Twice.Leighton's heart hammered so hard she was sure he could hear it. Feel it. The candlelight made his eyes darker, unreadable. But the heat in them was unmistakable.He leaned in. Slowly. Giving her time to pull away.She didn't move. Didn't breathe.His forehead touched hers. Their noses brushed. She could feel his breath on her lips, warm and smelling faintly of wine. Another inch and they'd be kissing.Just one more inch.His hand tightened on her jaw. His other hand found her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands gripped his shirt, bunching the fabric between her fingers."Leighton," he whispered against her mouth."Yeah?"His lips hovered over hers. Not quite touching. The anticipation was torture. Sweet, aching torture.Then he stopped.His whole body went rigid. His grip on her loosened."Fuck," he muttered.He stepped back. The loss of his warmth felt like being doused in ice water."Noah?"He ran both hands through his hair, turning a

Chloe showed up Monday afternoon with takeout and a guest."Leigh! I brought someone to meet you." She burst through the front door, followed by a guy carrying pizza boxes. "This is Marcus. My work best friend. Marcus, this is Leighton, my actual best friend."Marcus was tall, with an easy smile and dark curly hair. He set down the pizza and extended his hand. "Nice to finally meet you. Chloe talks about you constantly.""All good things, I hope," Leighton said, shaking his hand."Mostly." His smile widened. "She mentioned you just went through some rough stuff. Losing your job and apartment."Heat crept up Leighton's neck. "Yeah. It's been a week.""Well, you're in good hands. Chloe's the best at cheering people up." He glanced around the mansion. "Nice place. Your brother has good taste.""It's excessive," Chloe said, leading them toward the kitchen. "But at least the kitchen is functional. Come on, I'm starving."They spread out the pizza on the counter. Marcus grabbed plates while

Noah's hand slid out from under her shirt. He stepped back, putting space between them. His chest heaved. His lips were swollen from their kiss.Leighton pressed against the wall, trying to catch her breath. Trying to slow her racing heart.The doorknob turned."Yeah," Noah called out, his voice rough. "I'm up. Come in."Chloe pushed the door open. She was in pajamas, her hair in a messy bun. Her eyes went from Noah to Leighton, standing on opposite sides of the room."Oh. Leigh. I didn't know you were in here.""I was just asking Noah about something," Leighton said. Her voice came out breathless. She cleared her throat. "For work stuff.""At eleven at night?""I couldn't sleep."Chloe's eyes narrowed. "Are you okay? You look flushed.""I'm fine. Just warm." Leighton moved toward the door. "I should let you two talk. Good night."She slipped past Chloe and practically ran down the hallway. Her lips still tingled. Her whole body hummed with unfinished need.She'd kissed Noah Knight.F

Leighton woke to the smell of coffee. She was still in Noah's bed. Gray morning light filtered through the curtains. His arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm.For a moment, everything felt right. Perfect.Then he stirred beside her.His arm tensed. Withdrew. The mattress shifted as he sat up.She turned to look at him. He had his back to her, feet on the floor. His shoulders were rigid. Tense."Noah?"He didn't turn around. "You should go back to your room."The words hit like ice water. She sat up, pulling the sheet around her. "What?""Before Chloe wakes up. You need to go.""That's it? That's all you're going to say?"He stood up. Grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. Still wouldn't look at her."This was a mistake."The words knocked the air from her lungs. "What?""Last night. This. All of it." He ran a hand through his hair. "It was a mistake."She stared at his back. At the muscles bunched with tension. At the way he held himself like he was bracing fo

The doorbell rang at eleven on Saturday morning.Leighton was in the kitchen making coffee. Noah was in his office. Chloe had left early for a yoga class.She ignored the bell. Not her house. Not her problem.It rang again. Longer this time. Insistent.She sighed and walked to the door. Checked the security screen.A woman stood on the porch. Tall. Impossibly tall. Long blonde hair that caught the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses. A dress that probably cost more than Leighton's entire wardrobe.She looked familiar. Like someone from a magazine. Or a movie.Leighton opened the door. "Can I help you?"The woman lowered her sunglasses. Her eyes were green. Cat-like. They swept over Leighton in one quick, dismissive glance."I'm here to see Noah." Her voice was smooth. Cultured. The kind of voice that belonged to someone who'd never been told no."He's working. Can I take a message?""I'll wait." She pushed past Leighton into the house. Her perfume filled the entryway. Expensi