Mr. Black's Proposal (Part One: A Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Aubrey Dark

of my reservations were lost. Any hesitation in my mind was replaced by wildfire desire that ripped through my body, racing through my nerves.
    His lips were hot and hard and wanting, and he took me into his arms without asking. Strong arms.
    What was I doing?
    My arms were limp at my sides. I raised my hands to push Lucas away, but when I touched him I only wanted more. My lips were burning as he tore away from the kiss.
    “Nothing serious,” he whispered. “Just a kiss.”
    His breath was hot on my skin, and the air was redolent with his cologne. I struggled to get air back into my lungs. I had imagined this, imagined what it would feel like to have his mouth against mine, but now that it was actually happening, it was so passionate, so tempting, so much better than anything my imagination could have conjured up.
    “Lucas…” My voice was weak.
    “And maybe a little more.”
    Without any words to resist him, he was unstoppable. He shoved me back against the closed door, and now his hands were sliding down over my body, cupping, caressing. His mouth pressed hot firm kisses on my mouth, my cheek, my neck.
    I let out a cry as he moved one hand down between my thighs, his fingers pressing hard against where I ached for his touch.
    Yes, ached. My body arched against him even as my mind screamed Stop! Stop! Stop! But I couldn’t stop myself. I could feel my own legs parting, my muscles melting at every possessive touch of his. He pushed me back into the door, and then— “Ahh!”
    The door fell away behind me and if Lucas hadn’t caught me, I would have fallen backwards onto my ass. Instead, strong arms cradled me tightly against an even tighter chest.
    “Steph!”
    I swiveled my head to see Andy staring at me with eyes as wide as mixing bowls. I realized that I was clutching Lucas’s arms like some stupid damsel in distress and let go, but too late. Realization dawned on my brother’s face like the sunrise glinting off of the downtown highrises.
    I didn’t say anything. Lucas cleared his throat.
    “Excuse me,” he said.
    “Why hello,” Andy said. A dumbly enthusiastic smile blossomed on his face. “Lucas. Very nice to see you this evening.”
    I stared down my younger brother with what I hoped was an intimidating glare.
    “Andy,” I said, “What are you—”
    “Sorry! I’m heading out to the club with George.” Andy pushed by me, grinning like the damn Cheshire Cat. “Don’t let me interrupt. ”
    Despite his snark, I couldn’t help but act the older sister.
    “It’s late,” I said. “You’re just heading out now?”
    “I’ll be back to do the deliveries at five. Don’t worry.”
    “I’m worried.” I had to be worried. His excuse wasn’t much of one. “When will you sleep?”
    “I’ll sleep all afternoon.”
    I sighed.
    “Okay,” I said. “But you’re going to have to get back into a better routine. I don’t want you coming in drunk.”
    “I won’t. Thank you, big sister,” he said. “Good luck! Stay out of trouble .”
    I flushed as he winked. He sped down the hallway, leaving me wrapped in Lucas’s firm grip. I let out a tense exhale and pushed Lucas slightly away.
    “It’s nice of you to look after your little brother like that.”
    “Thanks. I try to be a good sister. Uh, could you…” I poked at Lucas’s bicep, which was blocking the way out of his embrace.
    “Could I kiss you again? Sure.” Lucas dove straight for my lips, but I swiveled away. His kiss landed on my neck, just below my ear. A shiver of pleasure ran through me.
    “Lucas, stop,” I said. I swallowed hard. Seeing Andy had reminded me of something: the reason I never wanted to get involved with someone like Lucas. I couldn’t date a man like him, this billionaire playboy.
    He went through girls by the handful. He wasn’t a monogamous man. He would always want something else, someone different. I imagined dating him, letting these feelings run away and grow into something more. And then, the