Locked In (Locked in Love) (Volume One): An Alpha Billionaire Romance Read Online Free PDF

out with no warning. I clamp the hand on her throat all the way, cutting off her air. This gives me a head rush, knowing what I’m doing to her. My fingers hold her life right there , her pulse beating erratically beneath the pads of my fingertips.
     
    I pinch her clit and that’s all it takes. She’s coming apart, spasming, mouth gaping to scream out but she can’t because I’ve got her by the throat.
     
    I come, hard. It’s blinding, this orgasm, sweeping through me, my balls tight as I spill into the condom in her. Elise is quaking now, her ass clenching, milking me for all I’m worth, and it is bloody fucking heaven.
     
    My hand releases her throat first before I slip out of her body. Instantly, I regret it, because she was so warm, so firm and yet pliant.
     
    Elise catches herself on the desk, her cheek pressing to the top of it as she gasps for breath.
     
    While she collects herself, I roll off the condom and toss it in the trash. I’m dressed before she lifts her head again.
     
    “You’re psycho,” she rasps. “Who chokes a girl they’re fucking?”
     
    It isn’t the first time I’ve been called that. Poor Elise… that was only the start. Danger and sex go together. You can have sex with anyone. But it takes a special someone to mix in that dose of risk--
     
    “I don’t know. Who comes that hard while being choked?” And she had. I’m almost hard again thinking of how violent her orgasm was.
     
    She doesn’t retort. Instead, Elise shrugs and shifts to sit on the edge of her desk. She’s still naked, taking in my now-dressed figure. If it was anyone else, I’d be in the position of power, my clothed to their unclothed.
     
    Elise doesn’t give me that impression, and it galls me as much as it intrigues me. No one, especially not this little Private Eye, gets the one up on me.
     
    My life depends on it.
     
    “Well now, Locke,” she says while having the audacity to look at her fingernails. “What’s your second proposal?”
     
    “Come work for me.”
     
    Her nose wrinkles. “You… want to hire me.” She sounds dubious and it makes me want to laugh and get irritated at once. I like a little playtime, and she’s certainly been the best diversion I’ve had in ages. But Elise’s opinion of me seems surprisingly doubtful, and that ticks me off.
     
    It shouldn’t, of course. I have clients far worse than her. But they have the money and the aristocracy to back their elitist snubbery. Elise is a fucking private investigator who lives in a shit part of town.
     
    “Yes,” I continue, keeping my cool. “I’ve got an event coming up and I’d like to--”
     
    “You already hired police for it.” She says this deadpan, her eyes narrowing.
     
    How did she know that ?
     
    “Just a guess,” she offers, chuckling, “And your face confirmed it.”
     
    Did it, now? I have a phenomenal poker face. Alarms are sounding in my head. Code fucking red . If this girl can read me that easily, I need to leave her office now. The games I play are of the highest stakes and I can’t afford to lose.
     
    Leave now, Locke. Tell her it was fun, tell her you changed your mind, whatever it takes, but leave.
     
    “I did hire the police. I also want to hire you.”
     
    “For an event you’re hosting.” She never loses the tone of disbelief.
     
    “Yes. It’s a jewel auction, and a chance to showcase my newest safes and security systems--”
     
    She holds up a hand. “Whoa. You want me and some podunk police officers to guard your jewel auction-- and the demonstration of your newest, best safes and security systems?”
     
    The frown is on my face before I can control it and it is another warning. Elise is making me feel… well, she’s making me feel. Period. I don’t do emotions, not with business transactions. Or pleasure.
     
    Elise is turning into both, and the fact that she can get under my skin so easily doesn’t bode well.
     
    Problem is, I never know when to quit. Some part