Waking Up with a Billionaire (The Overnight Billionaires Book 3) by Katie Lane

Author:Katie Lane [Lane, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2016-07-25T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Grayson woke at dawn with two feelings.

Contentment.

And inspiration.

It took only a quick glance down at the woman snuggled against him to know where both feelings had come from. While she was standoffish when she was awake, in sleep Chloe was a cuddle bug. Her bed-head rested on his chest, her arm was slung over his rib cage, her leg was hooked over his thigh, and her foot had found its way beneath his calf. But as content as her possessiveness made him feel, the inspiration would not let him lie there for long. He had to paint. And he had to paint now.

Carefully he removed each limb and eased out from under her before he headed to the canvas on the easel. The painting was good. Damned good. Better than anything he’d done before. She hadn’t wanted him to paint her face, but it was her face that made the painting. The soft, parted lips. The flaring nostrils. The dark, velvety eyes filled with passion. Just looking at the painting made him want to go back to bed and make love to her, but he ignored his desire and sat down to work.

It felt like he had been painting for only a moment when an annoying chiming interrupted his focus. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized he’d been painting for over two hours. He also realized that the chiming was the doorbell. He would’ve ignored it and kept working if the annoying person hadn’t started knocking—or more like pounding. Not wanting whoever it was to wake up Chloe, he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on as he headed to the door.

When he saw Nash standing there, Grayson remembered that he had made plans to run with his brother.

“What the hell, Gray?” Nash said. “You were supposed to meet me at the park a good forty minutes ago. And when you didn’t answer your phone, I thought something had happened.”

“Sorry,” Grayson said. “I had my phone on mute while I was painting.”

Nash lost the pissed look. “So you’re painting again? Well, it’s about damned time.”

“You knew I couldn’t paint?”

“Of course I knew. Unlike Deacon, my head isn’t completely lost in the business cloud.” He brushed past Grayson. “Do you have some Advil? I’ve got jet lag to beat all jet lags.” He headed straight for Grayson’s bedroom.

“Wait, Nash.” Grayson tried to stop him, but as usual his big brother paid absolutely no attention to him. Although he did come to a sudden halt when he reached the doorway.

Grayson moved next to him. Chloe was still asleep, but now she lay on her stomach with one arm and foot dangling off the edge of the bed and her face pressed into a pillow. Something about seeing her in his bed made Grayson exceedingly happy. Wanting her to stay there, he glanced at Nash and pressed a finger to his lips before pointing to the stairs. Nash didn’t even wait until they reached the top before he started quizzing him.

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