Holland is so awkward, she’s adorable.

I smile at him as I take off my sports bra (sports bra removal is probably the least sexy strip tease in history, but I try to make it work for me), then my skin-tight running pants. I stand before him in a thong and nothing else. He takes in every inch of me.

I kick out my right leg (in what I hope is a sexy move) and put my hands to my hair and slowly drag out my hair tie. My hair falls around my shoulders, and he gapes. My effect on him is powerful, heady.

“I guess it’s my turn to shower?” I purr as I slip my thumbs into the top of my underwear to pull it off. He swallows. I watch his Adam’s apple move. I want a bite of it. He is across the room in a flash, scooping me up like I weigh nothing, covering my salty skin in kisses and nips. He growls ferociously. I giggle with hope for some release. But instead of throwing me on the bed, he puts my feet down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor.

“Yes, my heart, it’s your turn to shower. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen and if you don’t stop teasing me, I will have to...” he takes a deep breath. “Holland, I want to wait until we’re married.”

Holland, My Heart: A billionaire age-gap romcom available on Kindle/KU, paperback & audiobook