Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free
Book: Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Sadie Black
I’d eat a goat if he wasn’t hooked after one episode in my alcohol-buzzed state.
“You mean it isn’t the best television show in the entire world?” He mocks my drunken declaration of love for my favorite trash tv show.
“Hey now, I didn’t say that. I guess you’ll just have to judge for yourself.”
“I look forward to it Kendra,” he cups my chin and kisses me softly. My passion burns just under the surface, threatening to be released with each second longer that he kisses me. He pulls back, looking deep into my eyes in that soul-searching way that only his blue eyes can. I’m mesmerized by that stare. “I should go, or else I might never leave,” he smiles, giving me a quick peck and gets up off my bed for the first time in hours.
Starting to pull myself up, Matthew holds his hand to me like a crossing guard during school hours. “Stay where you are, there’s no need for you to see me out. It would be a damned shame to see you put your clothes back on anyway,” his eyes glide over my body and my nipples turn to pebbles under his lustful gaze.
I’ve never considered myself to be a sexy woman. The truth is, I’ve never even allowed myself the time to think about it. It’s another one of those frivolous details that don’t make a difference to my end-goals. Just one look from Matthew makes up for the years that I denied myself of such things. “Well, I wouldn’t want to spoil your view,” I tease, throwing my head back and arching my breasts toward him.
He stops fumbling with his shirt and watches me, his hands frozen in the air and his eyes transfixed. “Fuck it, the paperwork will just have to wait,” he tosses his clothes back down to the ground and hops onto my bed beside me, making me squeal. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to think about financial projections with my cock like this,” he nods down to his granite member, ready for another round.
“I guess we’ll just have to do something about that,” I wrap my hand around it, and he groans, moving his hips toward me.
“Mmmm. I guess we will,” he agrees
Chapter 4
The hum of a coffee shop does wonders for me. Back in highschool, I learned that I study better and come up with more complex ideas for projects to the busy buzz of a lunch hour rush at a food court or Starbucks. At the moment, the background noise that usually helps focus my mind and relax my nerves is doing nothing to ease my twisted stomach. Each sideways glance from a latte-sipping stranger feels like a judgment to my guilty conscious. Like their meaningless stares are laced with confirmations about what a shitty friend I’ve been.
I twist my neck every time the door opens, hoping it will be Brianna. I’m starting to think she changed her mind about meeting up with me, not that I’d blame her after how I treated her.
A fragrant cloud swirls from my mug of freshly dripped java to my nose, giving my face a steam bath. I breathe it in like a deep sea diver taking his first lung full of air after breaking the surface. Treating myself to an overpriced coffee is usually all it takes to ease my tension, but not today.
Finally, Brianna steps in through the door that I’ve been watching with the unblinking eye of a surveillance camera. She takes a quick look around and stops cold when she spots me. Even from here, I can see the muscles in her neck twitch as I feebly wave. Unfortunately, all the gourmet coffee in the world won’t solve this problem.
For a girl that normally seems to float across the floor, she’s walking unusually stiff. Her tense shoulders and tight jaw tell me that she isn’t impressed. This might not go well. All I can do is hope that I didn’t fuck everything up beyond repair.
It takes an eternity, but she finally makes her way over to my table. It takes all of my restraint not to jump up from my chair and start begging for forgiveness. Brianna stops about five feet from
“You mean it isn’t the best television show in the entire world?” He mocks my drunken declaration of love for my favorite trash tv show.
“Hey now, I didn’t say that. I guess you’ll just have to judge for yourself.”
“I look forward to it Kendra,” he cups my chin and kisses me softly. My passion burns just under the surface, threatening to be released with each second longer that he kisses me. He pulls back, looking deep into my eyes in that soul-searching way that only his blue eyes can. I’m mesmerized by that stare. “I should go, or else I might never leave,” he smiles, giving me a quick peck and gets up off my bed for the first time in hours.
Starting to pull myself up, Matthew holds his hand to me like a crossing guard during school hours. “Stay where you are, there’s no need for you to see me out. It would be a damned shame to see you put your clothes back on anyway,” his eyes glide over my body and my nipples turn to pebbles under his lustful gaze.
I’ve never considered myself to be a sexy woman. The truth is, I’ve never even allowed myself the time to think about it. It’s another one of those frivolous details that don’t make a difference to my end-goals. Just one look from Matthew makes up for the years that I denied myself of such things. “Well, I wouldn’t want to spoil your view,” I tease, throwing my head back and arching my breasts toward him.
He stops fumbling with his shirt and watches me, his hands frozen in the air and his eyes transfixed. “Fuck it, the paperwork will just have to wait,” he tosses his clothes back down to the ground and hops onto my bed beside me, making me squeal. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to think about financial projections with my cock like this,” he nods down to his granite member, ready for another round.
“I guess we’ll just have to do something about that,” I wrap my hand around it, and he groans, moving his hips toward me.
“Mmmm. I guess we will,” he agrees
Chapter 4
The hum of a coffee shop does wonders for me. Back in highschool, I learned that I study better and come up with more complex ideas for projects to the busy buzz of a lunch hour rush at a food court or Starbucks. At the moment, the background noise that usually helps focus my mind and relax my nerves is doing nothing to ease my twisted stomach. Each sideways glance from a latte-sipping stranger feels like a judgment to my guilty conscious. Like their meaningless stares are laced with confirmations about what a shitty friend I’ve been.
I twist my neck every time the door opens, hoping it will be Brianna. I’m starting to think she changed her mind about meeting up with me, not that I’d blame her after how I treated her.
A fragrant cloud swirls from my mug of freshly dripped java to my nose, giving my face a steam bath. I breathe it in like a deep sea diver taking his first lung full of air after breaking the surface. Treating myself to an overpriced coffee is usually all it takes to ease my tension, but not today.
Finally, Brianna steps in through the door that I’ve been watching with the unblinking eye of a surveillance camera. She takes a quick look around and stops cold when she spots me. Even from here, I can see the muscles in her neck twitch as I feebly wave. Unfortunately, all the gourmet coffee in the world won’t solve this problem.
For a girl that normally seems to float across the floor, she’s walking unusually stiff. Her tense shoulders and tight jaw tell me that she isn’t impressed. This might not go well. All I can do is hope that I didn’t fuck everything up beyond repair.
It takes an eternity, but she finally makes her way over to my table. It takes all of my restraint not to jump up from my chair and start begging for forgiveness. Brianna stops about five feet from
Readers choose
Sarah Shankman
Kathleen Krull
Adam Lewis Schroeder
Jan Hudson
Barry Jonsberg
Jennifer Ziegler
Candace Blevins
Lauren Landish
Christine Husom
Cheryl Wyatt