Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) by Heather Banks
Authors: Heather Banks
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fingernails over his pectorals. I folded my hands on the table in front of me, trying to control myself.
He reached across the table and unknotted my hands, taking one in his. He rubbed his thumb over my palm. The skin-on-skin contact was electrifying, and I tried to ignore the effect it was having on me.
“The problem is,” he murmured, “it didn’t work.
“It didn’t work?” I breathed, the stroking of his thumb erotic. I thought of how his thumbs stroked my breasts, teasing my nipples. I thought of his fingers probing –
I mentally shook myself, bringing my mind back to the moment at hand.
“No,” he said, leaning in towards me slightly. “I want you more now.”
“Oh,” I said, speechless for once.
His hand that wasn’t stroking mine reached under the table and found my bare knee. I had long ago abandoned stockings, deciding they were an old-lady thing, and at that moment I regretted the decision. Because his large hand on my leg made me tingle, the sensation shooting up my thigh and ending at my crotch. My heart was pounding now, and I could feel it all the way in my ears.
His look was so intense it was scorching. I swallowed thickly.
“What do you think we should do to solve this problem, then?” I asked, willing my voice to be steady.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, and I’ll show you,” he said, his hand traveling up my inner thigh as high as he could reach.
I was lost under his thrall. “If you think that’s the only way, then I guess I’m in.”
He smiled at me, withdrew his hand, and fished out his wallet. The server hadn’t even returned with my wine yet, but I didn’t care.
Opening his wallet, he threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and we both slid out of our seats. I grabbed my briefcase off the floor and started out of the room.
He followed me, his hand possessively at the nape of my neck. My legs were rubbery with anticipation.
The whole room practically shimmered as we walked out, our need radiating to everyone. I didn’t care. I wanted him, and he wanted me.
7. Rebuttal
As we entered the lobby, his hand slid from my neck down to the small of my back, the sensation of his fingertips sliding across my spine making me squirm with pleasure. My cunt was throbbing now, the thought of what he was going to do to me making my breath catch.
I started to head towards the door, but he steered me towards the desk. I looked at him quizzically, and he just smiled.
We made our way to reception and the woman behind it – another tall blonde – smiled at him eagerly.
“Mr. Richardson,” she said, eyeing me. “How can I help you?”
“I need the keys to my suite,” he replied, impatiently.
She handed it over without comment, though I’m sure she could see exactly what our intentions were. “Suite 204. Do you need more than one –“
“No,” he said, grabbing the card.
We were already walking away when the receptionist called after us, “Of course, Mr. Richardson. Have a nice evening.”
He slid his arm around my shoulders and guided me towards the elevator. I jabbed the button for “Up” and he pulled me towards him so the length of our bodies were against one another.
The elevator opened and we stepped inside, alone. As soon as the door closed, his hands moved to my ass and he pressed my hips to his.
I could feel the length of him under his pants, probing into my belly and wanting entrance. He captured my lips with his own and forced my mouth open, his tongue invading me, parrying with my own.
A small moan escaped the back of my throat and I pulled away. “We only have to go one floor,” I breathed, and as I said it, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“Thank God,” he said. “I was going to rip up your skirt and do you right here if we had to go any higher,” he groaned.
“I think that would just cause more problems than we’re solving,” I muttered, and I could feel him grin as we exited the elevator and started down the
He reached across the table and unknotted my hands, taking one in his. He rubbed his thumb over my palm. The skin-on-skin contact was electrifying, and I tried to ignore the effect it was having on me.
“The problem is,” he murmured, “it didn’t work.
“It didn’t work?” I breathed, the stroking of his thumb erotic. I thought of how his thumbs stroked my breasts, teasing my nipples. I thought of his fingers probing –
I mentally shook myself, bringing my mind back to the moment at hand.
“No,” he said, leaning in towards me slightly. “I want you more now.”
“Oh,” I said, speechless for once.
His hand that wasn’t stroking mine reached under the table and found my bare knee. I had long ago abandoned stockings, deciding they were an old-lady thing, and at that moment I regretted the decision. Because his large hand on my leg made me tingle, the sensation shooting up my thigh and ending at my crotch. My heart was pounding now, and I could feel it all the way in my ears.
His look was so intense it was scorching. I swallowed thickly.
“What do you think we should do to solve this problem, then?” I asked, willing my voice to be steady.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, and I’ll show you,” he said, his hand traveling up my inner thigh as high as he could reach.
I was lost under his thrall. “If you think that’s the only way, then I guess I’m in.”
He smiled at me, withdrew his hand, and fished out his wallet. The server hadn’t even returned with my wine yet, but I didn’t care.
Opening his wallet, he threw a hundred dollar bill on the table and we both slid out of our seats. I grabbed my briefcase off the floor and started out of the room.
He followed me, his hand possessively at the nape of my neck. My legs were rubbery with anticipation.
The whole room practically shimmered as we walked out, our need radiating to everyone. I didn’t care. I wanted him, and he wanted me.
7. Rebuttal
As we entered the lobby, his hand slid from my neck down to the small of my back, the sensation of his fingertips sliding across my spine making me squirm with pleasure. My cunt was throbbing now, the thought of what he was going to do to me making my breath catch.
I started to head towards the door, but he steered me towards the desk. I looked at him quizzically, and he just smiled.
We made our way to reception and the woman behind it – another tall blonde – smiled at him eagerly.
“Mr. Richardson,” she said, eyeing me. “How can I help you?”
“I need the keys to my suite,” he replied, impatiently.
She handed it over without comment, though I’m sure she could see exactly what our intentions were. “Suite 204. Do you need more than one –“
“No,” he said, grabbing the card.
We were already walking away when the receptionist called after us, “Of course, Mr. Richardson. Have a nice evening.”
He slid his arm around my shoulders and guided me towards the elevator. I jabbed the button for “Up” and he pulled me towards him so the length of our bodies were against one another.
The elevator opened and we stepped inside, alone. As soon as the door closed, his hands moved to my ass and he pressed my hips to his.
I could feel the length of him under his pants, probing into my belly and wanting entrance. He captured my lips with his own and forced my mouth open, his tongue invading me, parrying with my own.
A small moan escaped the back of my throat and I pulled away. “We only have to go one floor,” I breathed, and as I said it, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.
“Thank God,” he said. “I was going to rip up your skirt and do you right here if we had to go any higher,” he groaned.
“I think that would just cause more problems than we’re solving,” I muttered, and I could feel him grin as we exited the elevator and started down the
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