The Billionaire's Redemption (The Billionaire's Kiss, Book Five): (A Billionaire Alpha Romance) Read Online Free Page A

away.
    Those muscles in his legs… the way his abs curve down to the hair below his navel…
    His cock, soft but thick and full as it dangles and sways with every movement he makes…
    “Don’t judge,” he says in a playful voice.
    “…judge?” I say, awakened as though from a trance. I realize I don’t even have my blouse halfway unbuttoned yet.
    “Shrinkage. That water was cold. ”
    Funny… everything looks extra-large as always…
    “Come on, come on,” he urges as he stuffs his clothes in the dryer.
    I hurriedly undo my blouse, pull off my skirt, and hand them both over.
    He stuffs them in the dryer, then waits. “Well?”
    I realize I’ve forgotten to give him my underwear, too.
    I blush, then reach behind me and unhook my bra.
    He watches, transfixed, as it comes away from my chest.
    I can immediately see he’s been affected. His cock is getting longer… thicker… and it starts to rise, heartbeat by heartbeat.
    By the time I peel off my panties, he’s almost fully erect.
    “Doesn’t look like any shrinkage to me,” I say.
    He laughs, throws my stuff in the dryer, and hits the Start button. Then he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the laundry room.
    The fact that we’re naked, walking through a strange, darkened house, only adds to the excitement.
    Part of me hates that my life is such a mess, yet the sight of his naked body can make me forget all that.
    But part of me loves it, too. That’s the part that focuses on his astoundingly great ass as he leads me through the darkened hallway.

10
    I’m shivering as we step into the tiled bathroom. There’s a glass-encased shower across from the sink. Grant leans inside, turns the water on full blast, then steps back out. He wraps me in his arms, his naked body against mine, as we wait for the water to heat up.
    His skin is warmer than mine, and feels good… though there’s a part of his body that’s particularly warm as it presses against my belly.
    I’m starting to get wet, and I don’t mean from the English Channel. Or the shower.
    “We’re showering together?” I ask drily.
    “Conservation is a virtue.”
    “I doubt they have a water shortage here.”
    “Might as well get warm at the same time.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only thing you had in mind.”
    “I love that you can’t get enough of me,” he chides me playfully, “but we really need to get out of here before the police track us down.”
    Cocky asshole.
    “Your mouth says one thing, but other parts of you say differently,” I say.
    He grins. “Hey, you’re a hot, naked woman. I can’t help if I react.”
    “I can put a towel on,” I offer facetiously, and start to pull away.
    “No need for that,” he says, and pulls me into the shower under the hot water.
    Oh God, it’s better than an orgasm.
    Well… better than a regular, garden-variety, non-Grant-Carlson orgasm, anyway.
    It’s just warm enough to not burn my skin, but hot enough to make me shudder with delight. Grant lets me go first, and I put my head under the jet of water and soak my hair until every last bit of cold is washed away. Then I step aside and let him in.
    As he douses his head and scrubs his hair free of the Channel’s saltwater, I watch the rivulets cascading down his muscular back… his flexing shoulders… his perfect ass…
    His cock standing out straight from his body, rigid and hard and thick…
    Fuuuuuuuck.
    He catches me looking as he steps aside. “Hey, my eyes are up here. ”
    “Ha ha,” I say, and step back into the hot water. For a second, all thoughts of his perfect body are obliterated by the deliciously hot water.
    For a second.
    Then I feel his arms reach around me, and his hands cup my breasts.
    “Hey – !” I yelp.
    “Relax, Ms. Jumpy,” he says as his soapy hands run over my skin, across my erect nipples.
    “I thought we really need to get out of here before the police track us down.”
    “Just making sure the important parts are clean.”
    “I think