The Billionaire's Heart: Billionaire Brothers (Tycoon Billionaires Book 0) by Julie Farrell

outta here. Where’s your car parked? I got a cab.”
    “This way.” They started to walk along the palm-tree-lined sidewalk arm-in-arm. “I’ll have to try harder, then,” she said. “To pump you for information.”
    He nuzzled her neck as they strolled in the sunshine. “Just trust me when I say you’re better off not knowing, okay?”
    “Alright, Ivan. I trust you.”
    They shared an affectionate smile and walked in each other’s arms until they reached her truck. It was an old metallic blue four-by-four that Samira had seen at a local garage and fallen in love with. It was clunky and temperamental, but she enjoyed cruising around in it with the windows wound down and the breeze blowing in her hair.
    “This is your truck?” he asked.
    “Yep. He’s my sexy hunk of metal.”
    Ivan rested a hand on the hot roof. “Should I be jealous?”
    She leaned over the hood and stuck out her ass. “Maybe. But perhaps we could have a ménage with him!”
    Ivan laughed and squeezed her hip – not wanting to be too obscene in public. “Or I could just fuck you into a frenzy over his hood so you’ll only think of me when you drive him.”
    “Oh, I love that idea – we’ll have to find a secluded place.”
    She winked and unlocked the passenger door for Ivan, then climbed into the driver’s seat. “Actually I’ve been having some trouble with him lately,” she said. “He doesn’t fire up first time.”
    Ivan slammed the passenger door. “Oh really?”
    “Yeah – unlike you .”
    “Well, I’m always on fire around you, sweetheart.”
    Samira laughed and turned the key in the ignition. The truck started straight away. “So, he’s obviously intimidated by you today – he never starts first time!”
    Ivan leaned over and ran his fingers through her hair, then kissed her. “I’ll take a look at him if you like? I’m pretty good with my hands.”
    “Oh I know that – very well!”
    She sunk into his arms and the engine hummed as the kiss became more passionate. Samira wanted to make love to Ivan all afternoon and evening. Even more so when he wrapped one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulders, then eased his tongue into her mouth, causing her thighs to tingle with lust. She was desperate to feel him inside her, thrusting her into an overwhelming orgasm, knowing he’d take care of her every desire. The thought of it caused a wave of arousal to encompass her entire body.
    She reached out and started to unbutton his shirt. “Let’s fuck in the car.”
    He grabbed her fingers in his firm hand. “I can’t make love to you here.” He gazed at her for a moment, then kissed her again. “But I can’t resist you.”
    “Where then? Is Tariq still on the warpath?”
    “No, I think we might almost have his blessing. But I need to get ready to go out. I don’t want to leave you, sweetheart, but I’ve gotta go meet my brothers.”
    “I know, it’s okay. But I need to feel you pumping me hard, Ivan. I need you inside me tonight. I’ll come to your hotel later. It’ll be exciting; illicit. Where are you staying? Where’s the event?”
    “The event’s at the Sheffield Hotel in Santa Monica, and I’m staying at the Fairfax Marriott nearby. It would be awesome to see you.” He reached out and caressed her breast, making her feel horny and subversive. “We’ve got unfinished business, huh?”
    Samira rubbed herself against the seat, sensing an emptiness between her legs where he should be. “I know where that hotel is, so if you message me when you’re about to leave the award ceremony, I’ll drive out to meet you. Then we can fuck all night long, and no one can stop us.”
    He kissed her hard, making her gasp. “That sounds like my idea of the perfect night.”

Chapter Eight
     
    For most of his life, Ivan’s two main priorities had been his family and his work. He was the eldest of four brothers and one sister, so he spent any spare time he did have looking out for his younger