Undercover Billionaire by Ainsley Booth

Author:Ainsley Booth [Booth, Ainsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ainsley Booth

He arrives eight minutes early.

“I have no delivery this time,” he says with a wicked grin when I fling open the door, and I throw my arms around his neck. I’m vaguely aware of him setting down a bag as he spins me around, but all I can see is him.

He looks amazing and smells even better. He’s in jeans and a jacket, which I peel off him as he kisses me. Underneath he’s wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt that’s soft and molded to his muscles.

I touch him all over, definitely crossing the line from petting to groping, but he feels good. And warm. And…hard.

“Did you do something different with your hair?” he asks as he cups my head and nuzzles my neck.

I giggle. “No.”

“It feels wavier.”

“I dunno.”

“And soft…” He groans. “God, you’re so soft. And you smell good.”

“I was just thinking you were deliciously hard, and smell good.” I tug his shirt out from under his belt. “This is a good combination.”

“We are a good combination,” he rumbles into my skin. A thrill runs through me as his roving hands move down my hips and find the hem of my dress.

Oh yeah, easy access was the right call.

I’m breathless by the time his fingertips find bare skin. Breathless and dragging him backwards, I realize. Well, I’m walking backwards. And blind, because he’s kissing me again, his lips hungry and firm against mine.

We bounce off the wall in my hallway. Maybe we should have stayed in the living room, but then the cats would have watched.

No cats need to see what we’re about to do.

His hands are on my butt again, squeezing over the lace first, then he tucks his fingers under the stretchy fabric and gropes my ass directly. His fingers brush along the crease between my cheeks and heat whooshes through me.

I want to be naked, right now. I want Jake’s fingers on me, in me, now. I grab the front of his shirt and drag him the last few feet to my bedroom. “Close the door behind you.”

He does just that, and pulls his shirt off in the next breath.

Oh, yes.

I climb backwards onto my bed, my dress riding up on my hips, and I leave it like that. Let him see my panties. Maybe he’ll get the grand idea to pull them off with his teeth.

“I missed this room,” he says, one corner of his mouth turning up in an almost smile as he kicks off his leather boots. “Missed you in this room. Missed how wet you got for me.”

My thighs shake. I’m so slick for him already. “Take your pants off. Please.”

He laughs and does that, his jeans tumbling to the floor. He leaves his boxer briefs on—unnecessary, but he looks good like this, narrow hips and delicious muscles dipping into the black fabric. And the thick, straining bulge makes my mouth water.

I reach for him, but he catches my wrists and presses them above my head as he climbs on top of me. “Your turn.

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