Stepbrother Romance 3 - Addicted: A New Adult Alpha Billionaire Romance by Tawny Taylor

who was now on top of me, not far away at all. And he was rubbing my shoulders and making me feel relaxed. And warm. Very warm. Everywhere.
    “Yes, because you’re so bad.” I said, making sure to slather on a thick layer of sarcasm.
    “I am.”
    “You are not.” I rolled my eyes. “Please. Don’t even try. Sure, you tend to let your dick lead you around. But don’t most guys? You’re very generous. And giving. Look at all you’ve done for my mom and your dad. And for me.”
    “Don’t let that fool you. Spending money is easy. I have so much of it I couldn’t spend it all if I tried. I’m still the irritating, despicable bastard you hated.”
    Irritating, despicable bastard who was the best masseur in the world. “You’re selling yourself short.”
    “No, you’re giving me too much credit,” he said as he worked a painful knot out of my back.
    I lifted my arms over my head to make it easier for him to get to the tightest knots. “You practically ripped all the skin off your hands, smashing down the door to get my mom and your dad out of the carriage house when the tree fell on it.”
    “Sure. But I also slept with you. Not once. But three times. And I’m shamelessly trying to get in your pants again to win a bet. See?” He heaved a long sigh. “Deplorable.” To illustrate how deplorable he was, he slid his hands south, stopping just short of my butt. My muscles clenched for an instant. My skin tingled. If they moved any lower, the bet was over.
    “At least you aren’t lying about your motivation,” I offered.
    “Not sure that counts for much.”
    “Well, I think it does.” I wanted to roll over and look at his beautiful face. I wanted to see if the spark of desire I thought I heard in his voice was shimmering in his dark eyes. In my mind, I imagined it was there, gleaming. But I couldn’t look to see for sure. He held me in place with his knees, caging my pelvis, keeping me from lifting or twisting.
    I kind of liked this feeling, of being under his control, unable to move unless he let me. “Anyway,” I added, “I’m entitled to my opinion.”
    “Of course you are,” he acknowledged, hands kneading my lower back muscles. “Feeling more relaxed?” he asked, stopping after way too few minutes.
    “No. You need to keep doing that. For at least another six hours.”
    He laughed swung off the couch and smacked my ass. I jumped and squealed. The strike didn’t hurt. It startled me. I glared.
    He grinned. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
    “What?” My face flamed. “The back rub? Yes, I liked it. Who wouldn’t?”
    “No, the smack on the ass. You liked it.”
    I kind of did, now that I had time to register the flurry of sensations careening through my body. The nerves on my backside were still firing hot, sizzling pulses buzzing up and down my spine. My reaction was so unexpected, I didn’t know what to say, what to do.
    Uncomfortable and awkward, I sat up and grabbed the untouched glass of water the flight attendant had brought me, using that as an excuse not to talk. While I gulped, Kent settled back down beside me and unfolded his laptop.
    Really? He was going to work? Weren’t we on a date?
    I gave him a raised-brow what-are-you-doing look and he folded the screen down.
    “I thought maybe I’d get a little work done while we were flying,” he reasoned.
    “We’re on a date. Remember?”
    “Yes, I remember. However, you already shot down my suggestion for how to spend the time.”
    “What suggestion was that?”
    He raised his brows and jerked his head toward the back of the plane. “The bed? Or did you change your mind? Because we have roughly six and a half hours to kill. If you want to call me the winner of our little bet, we could both have what we want…”

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    My face was on fire. Seriously. If I touched something flammable to it, I was sure that something would ignite.
    Kent knew the answer to that question. The jerk. He knew I