Caught Up: With An Alpha Billionaire (A BWWM Romance) (A Love Like No Other Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

problem.”
    “I’m doing what you want me to,” he said, his gray eyes boring into mine.  There was fire in his irises, his skin taught over his aristocratic-looking cheekbones. His sensual lips parted slightly, and I wanted to kiss him more than anything.
    He was right. It was what I wanted. But it was a bad idea.
    “No, really, we shouldn’t –“ I began, as his hands went higher, sliding under the material of my running shorts.
    “I don’t care,” he murmured, his fingers coming dangerously close to my sex. My shorts were ones that didn’t require underwear, and I was regretting picking them out to wear this evening. The only thing between his probing fingers and my core was an inch or two of flesh.
    “Admit it,” he said, husky. “You were attracted to me at that first meeting. That’s why you’ve been avoiding talking to me,” he said, his hands sliding to the outsides of my thighs to almost wedge between the chair and my ass. My heart was pounding and I wasn’t sure I was capable of coherent thought, let alone a good argument as to why having sex was a bad idea.
    “I just don’t think it would be professional to do this,” I protested. Despite myself, though, my body was responding; I could feel my nipples harden beneath the tight fabric of my tank top, my cunt throbbing.
    “Fuck professionalism,” he said, now massaging the muscles of my rear, hard. I squirmed with pleasure and had to stop myself from moaning.
    “But I can’t effectively be your attorney if we’re involved,” I said, as he withdrew one hand and slid it under my tank top, grabbing my breast and finding the nipple with his thumb.
    I fought the urge to let my eyes fall shut and drop my head back with pleasure.
    “Tiffany, no offense, but I’d rather fuck you than have you as an attorney,” he said, sliding the hand that was still in my shorts around to cup my wet folds. When he felt the swollen heat there, he took it as an invitation and slid his finger inside me.
    My professional duty was officially forgotten as I arched into his hand, relishing the feel of his probing my core, the sweet invasion making me even wetter. I groaned, finally closing my eyes and letting my body take over.
    He took my silence and obvious pleasure as consent, and I was glad he did. He withdrew his finger from me and let go of my breast, and grabbed and yanked my pants off, over my injured ankle.
    Being naked from the waist down in front of him was even more of a turn-on, and I could smell my arousal. He grunted, a sound from the back of his throat, at the sight of me spread before him.
    “I want to see all of you,” he demanded, and I couldn’t deny him. I peeled my tank top and sports bra off, and I was completely bared for him to see.
    “You are beautiful,” he breathed, re-capturing one of my breasts with his hand, roughly pinching the tip of the dark, puckered areola. He brought his head forward and took it in his mouth, nipping at the skin and lathing my peak with his tongue. Bolts of arousal coursed from my chest to my cunt, making me clench with anticipation.
    I slid myself off the chair and knelt in front of him, as he was still perched on the edge of the coffee table. I started working on his shirt, unbuttoning as fast as I could. I wanted the feel of my nipples against his pale skin, the heat-on-heat our naked bodies would bring. As I popped the buttons, he released my breasts and kissed me, his mouth greedy, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.
    I could feel the need in his kiss, and I responded with my own. I wanted this man inside me, now. I was past reason, and couldn’t believe I’d tried to resist him. I had known from that first meeting was that this was how we’d end up, naked and coming in each other’s arms.
    As our tongues parried, I finished on his shirt buttons and pushed it off his shoulders. He unbuckled his own belt quickly, and then his pants. I unzipped his fly and could feel his erection bulging,