Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

control panel and shifted the car into drive. I noticed he didn’t put his seat belt on; I put mine on, anyway.
    “I don’t live far,” I said, as he pulled away from the curb. “Turn right on Michigan Avenue, then go right on Wacker. Not too far from the Riverwalk.”
    He nodded without responding. I could see his jaw muscles working, his lips pulled tight. I hoped he wasn’t too pissed I was sweating all over his seriously cool car. I tried to cut the tension.
    “Uh, I had George fax over some deposition questions for you to take a look at,” I said. “He said he was going to do it today.”
    “I got them,” he responded. “My admin will send them back tomorrow.” I noticed he was going what I considered to be too fast for downtown Chicago, but I didn’t say anything. When a light in front of us changed from green to yellow, though, and the car in front of us stopped short, he had to slam on the breaks.
    “Jesus,” he exclaimed under his breath.
    The momentum threw me forward a little, and he put out his arm to stop me. His forearm made direct contact with my breasts, and I gasped. The car stopped and he let us maintain contact for just a second too long.
    “Are you all right?” He asked, finally dropping his arm. He glanced at me sideways, and I caught him checking out my lean, muscular legs. He looked away quickly, his eyebrows knitted in a frown.
    I could feel myself blushing, and I tried to ignore it.
    What was happening to me? I wasn’t exactly a prude, but I was also not someone who breathed sex into every situation. But Alex Richardson seemed to bring out an animalistic lust in me, and I could barely think of anything other than our bare skin rubbing together.
    No, that’s a lie – I was also thinking about how he would taste, and how his nipples would harden between my fingers, and how his dick would feel thrusting between my legs. Every accidental touch was setting my imagination on fire.
    It hadn’t been that long since I’d had a good lay– had it?
    “Ah, so,” he started, clearing his throat and lightening his voice. “How long have you worked at Bender & Bender?”
    “Three years, right out of school,” I said, thankful for the small talk. I could see his shoulders ease a little as he drove. “I went to University of Chicago.”
    “No kidding,” he said, glancing at me. “I got my MBA from there.”
    “I loved it,” I replied. “Great school. But I thought you started MarkTec when you were 19?”
    “I did,” he said, smiling. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t get my degrees, though, too.”
    “Well, aren’t you the overachiever,” I joked, letting myself relax a little bit into the leather bucket seat.
    “What were you doing out tonight?” I asked, knowing how lame it sounded before the question even left my lips.
    “Just taking a walk,” he responded. “I like to go down to the lake sometimes, just to clear my head.”
    “Did it work?” I asked, not sure if I was expecting him to answer.
    “For a little while,” he said, glancing again at me sideways, “until I ran into you.” He smiled.
    It was a suggestion. The thought that I could fill his head was sexy, heady. I forced myself to breathe regularly.
    Luckily, I was spared from commenting, because up ahead I could see my apartment building.
    “Here, this is me, on the left, I’m on the third floor,” I said, pointing. He angled the car over to the right side of the road across from my building, and I had to admit, the car looked like it handled like a dream.
    Alex then parallel-parked, guiding the car into a tight spot.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, more panicked-sounding than I meant to.
    “What do you mean?” He retorted, and looked at me as he threw the car into park and flipped the key.
    “I mean, why are you parking?” I said, moving to open the door. I wanted to be rid of him, before I exploded with want. I needed a very long, semi-cold shower and to pretend this run-in had never