Dinner with the Billionaire (Erotic Romance) (Rendezvous with the Billionaire Book 2) Read Online Free
“I didn’t kill him, I promise.”
I believed him, maybe because I wanted to, maybe because it was true. “Good.” I smiled back.
We both stood there for a long moment, smiling at each other. But the mood shifted and his eyes dropped down. I licked my lips and swallowed at the sudden heat in the room. One look and I knew he was going to kiss me, and I knew I wasn’t going to try to stop him.
He captured my mouth with an unexpected swiftness, the hand on my shoulder sliding around to cup the back of my neck. My hands were on his chest, my fingers bunched in the shirt and feeling the hardness of his abs underneath. I knew what they felt like naked, and yet there was something even sexier about this. Something even more forbidden than it had been before.
I opened my mouth, licking at his tongue, sucking him in. He held me closer, keeping me in place while I tried to move my trapped hands to his sides, to wrap around his back and get him even nearer. We were wearing far too many clothes.
His knee snuck between my legs, nudging them apart. I gave no resistance, riding him as we kissed. I was already wet, ready and willing to take him again. He gave no quarter, possessing me with every stroke of his tongue, trying to dominate me with every caress. And I knew there was only one way to win against such a campaign.
I met his every challenge and doubled it back on him. And within minutes my hand was on his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his trousers.
A knock at the door had us breaking apart. He jumped back, clearing nearly half the room. One look at him told me all I needed to know about how this looked, anyone who saw us would know immediately what we were doing. I looked around the room for any escape, but this conference room had only one door. And the window was on the 37 th floor, not an option.
Okay, what else?
I looked around with new eyes and saw a chance, “Give me that folder, and some of those papers.” Evan raised an eyebrow but did as I asked. I looked at him with a critical eye. Thank god I wasn’t wearing lipstick. “Now smooth your hair down.” I kept my voice quiet, but still he followed my orders. There was something intoxicating about that, but I didn’t let myself dwell. The person on the other side of the door knocked again. I made some sort of gesture for Evan to respond.
“One moment!” He called, sounding busy. Perfect.
I straightened my clothes as best I could and took the folder. Showtime. I started talking as I moved towards the door. “Thanks for taking the time to discuss the Chambers account,” I was careful to keep my head down and look at the papers in the folder as I opened the door and stepped out. “I’ll have the report to you by next Wednesday.” I stepped down the hallway without even glancing at the man who wanted in. But when I was far enough away I closed the folder and let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully it was enough.
I couldn’t focus at my desk. I only sat there for about three seconds before I scooped up my purse and headed for the elevators. It was a beautiful day outside and just about lunch time. But my trip was almost cut short in the elevator bank. The pair of detectives who’d been given supporting actress roles in my nightmares were standing in the lobby. I tried to duck out of the way, but Detective O’Hara saw me before I could hide.
She had long dark hair and olive skin. Hard brown eyes and cheekbones that could cut, but I hadn’t noticed until this moment that she wasn’t very tall, in fact, I thought she was shorter than me. Her partner, Detective Santiago, was the tall one, probably close to six feet with ice blond hair and blue eyes. But her face was nice, someone you could trust. If she wasn’t investigating you for murder.
“Ms. Bowen,” said Santiago, smiling, “How are you?”
That wasn’t a trap, right? God, I’d become so paranoid. “I’m fine. You weren’t looking for me, were you?” They had my number, and
I believed him, maybe because I wanted to, maybe because it was true. “Good.” I smiled back.
We both stood there for a long moment, smiling at each other. But the mood shifted and his eyes dropped down. I licked my lips and swallowed at the sudden heat in the room. One look and I knew he was going to kiss me, and I knew I wasn’t going to try to stop him.
He captured my mouth with an unexpected swiftness, the hand on my shoulder sliding around to cup the back of my neck. My hands were on his chest, my fingers bunched in the shirt and feeling the hardness of his abs underneath. I knew what they felt like naked, and yet there was something even sexier about this. Something even more forbidden than it had been before.
I opened my mouth, licking at his tongue, sucking him in. He held me closer, keeping me in place while I tried to move my trapped hands to his sides, to wrap around his back and get him even nearer. We were wearing far too many clothes.
His knee snuck between my legs, nudging them apart. I gave no resistance, riding him as we kissed. I was already wet, ready and willing to take him again. He gave no quarter, possessing me with every stroke of his tongue, trying to dominate me with every caress. And I knew there was only one way to win against such a campaign.
I met his every challenge and doubled it back on him. And within minutes my hand was on his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his trousers.
A knock at the door had us breaking apart. He jumped back, clearing nearly half the room. One look at him told me all I needed to know about how this looked, anyone who saw us would know immediately what we were doing. I looked around the room for any escape, but this conference room had only one door. And the window was on the 37 th floor, not an option.
Okay, what else?
I looked around with new eyes and saw a chance, “Give me that folder, and some of those papers.” Evan raised an eyebrow but did as I asked. I looked at him with a critical eye. Thank god I wasn’t wearing lipstick. “Now smooth your hair down.” I kept my voice quiet, but still he followed my orders. There was something intoxicating about that, but I didn’t let myself dwell. The person on the other side of the door knocked again. I made some sort of gesture for Evan to respond.
“One moment!” He called, sounding busy. Perfect.
I straightened my clothes as best I could and took the folder. Showtime. I started talking as I moved towards the door. “Thanks for taking the time to discuss the Chambers account,” I was careful to keep my head down and look at the papers in the folder as I opened the door and stepped out. “I’ll have the report to you by next Wednesday.” I stepped down the hallway without even glancing at the man who wanted in. But when I was far enough away I closed the folder and let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully it was enough.
I couldn’t focus at my desk. I only sat there for about three seconds before I scooped up my purse and headed for the elevators. It was a beautiful day outside and just about lunch time. But my trip was almost cut short in the elevator bank. The pair of detectives who’d been given supporting actress roles in my nightmares were standing in the lobby. I tried to duck out of the way, but Detective O’Hara saw me before I could hide.
She had long dark hair and olive skin. Hard brown eyes and cheekbones that could cut, but I hadn’t noticed until this moment that she wasn’t very tall, in fact, I thought she was shorter than me. Her partner, Detective Santiago, was the tall one, probably close to six feet with ice blond hair and blue eyes. But her face was nice, someone you could trust. If she wasn’t investigating you for murder.
“Ms. Bowen,” said Santiago, smiling, “How are you?”
That wasn’t a trap, right? God, I’d become so paranoid. “I’m fine. You weren’t looking for me, were you?” They had my number, and
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