Mr. Forrester: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Read Online Free
Author: Lauren Landish
can walk outside wearing pretty much anything I want day or night."
She could feel her heart speed up again, and the smell of his skin was even more intoxicating than the two pints of Guinness. "That's okay," she returned, wrapping her arm around his waist. "Miami's the same. This time of year down there, we're in t-shirts and flip flops most of the time. I only dress up for work purposes."
They stopped, and she turned towards him. He was taller than her, and she felt herself thrill at the feel of his firm muscles under his dress shirt. "I've been wondering for a while...." he began, before drawing her in for a kiss. Erica thrilled at the softness of his lips on hers, and when his tongue pressed against her mouth, she opened willingly, letting him taste her intimately. His hands were strong and sure, holding her close as the two kissed with rising passion. Erica could see flashes before her eyes when the kiss finally broke, and she could feel her body mold against his.
"Yes?" she asked, a light smile playing on her lips.
"Well, that was the answer I was hoping for, but let me get the whole question out," Dwayne whispered, his voice soft in her ear. "I was going to ask if you'd like to see the penthouse.”
"I think my answer is the same," she replied. "I'd like that very much."
On the way back to the hotel, they didn't talk much, letting their arms explore the limited reach they could have in public. Erica could feel his strength and power through his touch on her right arm, filling her with desire to feel more. At the same time, her own hand was busy exploring his side and ribs, enjoying the texture of his firm muscles under his shirt. Making their way through the hotel lobby, she let go of his waist to hold onto his arm instead, the occasional brush of his arm against her left breast causing her to stiffen inside her bra.
Stepping inside the elevator, Dwayne pulled out a special magnetic key she hadn't seen before, sliding it into a slot above the floor numbers, and the car went up directly. "The penthouse is secured this way," he explained, pulling his key out and putting it back in his jacket. "Now, where were we?"
"Right about here," Erica replied, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him again. She was normally much more reserved, but there was something about him. The commanding presence of his eyes, the power of his taut body, and the aura he had around him that left her wanton with desire.
She was enraptured when he kissed her back, his hands much more exploratory than they had been on the riverside, reaching down to cup her ass, pulling her into him. She groaned at the strength of his hands and the feeling of his hard cock pressing up against her, and she felt tempted to drop to her knees, to see if she could get him out of his pants before the elevator stopped. Before she could move however, the ride was over, and the doors opened.
With a slight dip of his legs, Dwayne picked her up and carried her across the penthouse suite to the gigantic brocaded sofa against the wall. She was able to grasp the sense of color in the room, a modest gray and gold that screamed of elegance and refined class.
Before she knew it, his lips were on her neck, sucking and licking at her skin hotly. His hands pulled at her sweater, sliding beneath the wool to send electric ripples of pleasure through her body as his fingers touched her bare skin. Pulling herself back, she shook her head. "Uh uh," she said, pushing him back a bit.
He sat back, confused. “Having second thoughts?”
Erica laughed, shaking her head as she reached down and pulled her sweater off. "No, of course not. But I'm wearing a hundred dollar sweater, and that's at least a two thousand dollar suit, and more importantly I’m not wandering through the halls of this hotel in a bathrobe because we tore our clothes off each other."
Dwayne resettled himself on the sofa opposite her, a small smirk on his handsome features. "Then strip."
Erica was
She could feel her heart speed up again, and the smell of his skin was even more intoxicating than the two pints of Guinness. "That's okay," she returned, wrapping her arm around his waist. "Miami's the same. This time of year down there, we're in t-shirts and flip flops most of the time. I only dress up for work purposes."
They stopped, and she turned towards him. He was taller than her, and she felt herself thrill at the feel of his firm muscles under his dress shirt. "I've been wondering for a while...." he began, before drawing her in for a kiss. Erica thrilled at the softness of his lips on hers, and when his tongue pressed against her mouth, she opened willingly, letting him taste her intimately. His hands were strong and sure, holding her close as the two kissed with rising passion. Erica could see flashes before her eyes when the kiss finally broke, and she could feel her body mold against his.
"Yes?" she asked, a light smile playing on her lips.
"Well, that was the answer I was hoping for, but let me get the whole question out," Dwayne whispered, his voice soft in her ear. "I was going to ask if you'd like to see the penthouse.”
"I think my answer is the same," she replied. "I'd like that very much."
On the way back to the hotel, they didn't talk much, letting their arms explore the limited reach they could have in public. Erica could feel his strength and power through his touch on her right arm, filling her with desire to feel more. At the same time, her own hand was busy exploring his side and ribs, enjoying the texture of his firm muscles under his shirt. Making their way through the hotel lobby, she let go of his waist to hold onto his arm instead, the occasional brush of his arm against her left breast causing her to stiffen inside her bra.
Stepping inside the elevator, Dwayne pulled out a special magnetic key she hadn't seen before, sliding it into a slot above the floor numbers, and the car went up directly. "The penthouse is secured this way," he explained, pulling his key out and putting it back in his jacket. "Now, where were we?"
"Right about here," Erica replied, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him again. She was normally much more reserved, but there was something about him. The commanding presence of his eyes, the power of his taut body, and the aura he had around him that left her wanton with desire.
She was enraptured when he kissed her back, his hands much more exploratory than they had been on the riverside, reaching down to cup her ass, pulling her into him. She groaned at the strength of his hands and the feeling of his hard cock pressing up against her, and she felt tempted to drop to her knees, to see if she could get him out of his pants before the elevator stopped. Before she could move however, the ride was over, and the doors opened.
With a slight dip of his legs, Dwayne picked her up and carried her across the penthouse suite to the gigantic brocaded sofa against the wall. She was able to grasp the sense of color in the room, a modest gray and gold that screamed of elegance and refined class.
Before she knew it, his lips were on her neck, sucking and licking at her skin hotly. His hands pulled at her sweater, sliding beneath the wool to send electric ripples of pleasure through her body as his fingers touched her bare skin. Pulling herself back, she shook her head. "Uh uh," she said, pushing him back a bit.
He sat back, confused. “Having second thoughts?”
Erica laughed, shaking her head as she reached down and pulled her sweater off. "No, of course not. But I'm wearing a hundred dollar sweater, and that's at least a two thousand dollar suit, and more importantly I’m not wandering through the halls of this hotel in a bathrobe because we tore our clothes off each other."
Dwayne resettled himself on the sofa opposite her, a small smirk on his handsome features. "Then strip."
Erica was
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