Once Upon A Diamond (Prince Uncharming Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

knitting in your spare time and collecting cats.”
    “Noted.”
    Now what since he hadn't moved? Touching him was probably the biggest kind of mistake she could make. In a few weeks, at the most, she'd deposit money from the ring's sale into a bank account. Any reason to stay in contact with him would vanish.
    But that one story of the ring wasn't enough. She wanted to know who helped crease the laugh lines around his mouth and eyes. Was his ex the sole reason for the sadness she could see in his eyes? What other things did his cousin talk him into?
    She wanted to know Gregory Woods.
    She pressed her hand to his chest, over his heart and found the rapid beat. The nervous, excited thump matched hers. He reached up and clasped her hand. At first she thought he'd push her away. This was more than he wanted right now in his life. Or more than he wanted from her. He’d come after hours to sign paperwork, not get pawed at. Another rush of heat made her skin flush, but to her surprise and relief, he reached up with his other hand and clasped her nape.
    He didn't utter a word before he crushed his mouth against hers. Something new and warm seemed to settle in her heart. That lasted until he slanted his head a bit more to the left and took the kiss deeper, letting his tongue feather over her bottom lip, coaxing her to open for him.
    She parted her lips to take him in and know the taste of him. Yeah. This was a bad idea because she could get used to the taste of him filling her mouth and making her skin tight with need. Being kissed by him was like diving head first into the most decadent dessert. Her knees threatened to wobble and she did moan.
    The hold he had on her neck loosened but only so that he could grasp her waist and pull her closer. After he did, Yvonne had no question how he felt about kissing her. The proof of his arousal rested along her stomach. Yup. Her knees were going to give soon, so she gripped the sleeves of his shirt and let herself go boneless.
    He chuckled, tightening his hold on her before pulling that wonderful mouth of his away. “Yvonne, you asked for this.”
    Her stomach and heart fluttered. “I was curious.”
    He pushed her back until her butt settled onto her desk before kissing her again. If her dress hadn’t been in the way, things could have gone from hot to heavy...and thick. Greg used that mouth of his in ways she couldn't have imagined. His smile shouldn't have been all good ol' boy charm, but wicked and naughty and promising heat if anyone dared to kiss him back.
    Then he whipped his tongue in and out of her mouth decimating any thoughts she had. Ever. It was the warmth, the wet, the expert way he explored her. By the time he pulled away, his breath labored, she'd decided his ex was an idiot.
    Maybe Yvonne was one, too, because stopping this, whatever it was, at a kiss...She only hoped it wouldn't end messy.
    “Yvonne,” he said again, his voice filled with gravel, making it sexy, “I pushed you onto the paperwork.”
    The world wasn't steady and the temperature had risen to hot as hell. She glanced around her desk and could see he told the truth. The first few pages of their contract were bunched up beneath her butt.
    “I can straighten that out. Nothing's ripped.”
    How could he talk about the contract when he'd just kissed her shoes off, literally? At some point she’d come out of her high heels. Clearly, some part of her had prepared to get undressed.
    He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger so their eyes could meet. “What do you want from me?” he asked and then shook his head. “If you're looking for something more—I'm not the man you want if you're looking to get married.”
    Did she believe him? Yes. She wasn't the type to qualify or ignore the warnings from the men she dated. Men could change their minds. Most didn't. The good guys didn't lead a woman on. She may have only known Greg for a few days, but he was a good guy. Casting him as her Prince Charming,