YURI (Her Russian Protector #3) Read Online Free PDF

curved in a devilishly sexy grin. "There's nothing I can't get my hands on when I want it, Yelena."
    When he said my full name, his Russian accent highlighting and stretching out the three syllables, I experienced the most delicious tingle in my chest. Considering what he'd said about getting his hands on the things he wanted, I gave a nonchalant shrug. "We'll see."
    Chuckling, Yuri glanced around the parking lot. "That food truck serves ice cream. Would you like some?"
    "Sure."
    We gathered up our trash and chucked it into the various recycling and refuse bins at the edge of the eating area. The line at the dessert truck wasn't very long. We chose a cup of sweet, creamy homemade vanilla. Sharing something as simple as a paper cup of ice cream with Yuri felt somehow more magical.
    "You've shown me a different side of Houston tonight," he said as we headed for his car. "I should get out more."
    I considered the two guards shadowing us. Though he was alone tonight, he typically traveled with an army of assistants. "You'd have to leave your babysitters at home to really enjoy this side of the city."
    He gave my hair a playful tug. "Only if you're my tour guide."
    Smiling, I slid into the backseat of the waiting car. Yuri moved in from the other side. This time there was no pretense of accidental touching. The moment we were both buckled in, he grasped my hand and stroked his thumb over my skin. My gaze skipped to the tinted window. I could just make out the bright lights of the food trucks. An idea began to form.
    "What are you thinking about? I can practically hear the gears turning."
    "I'm thinking that Benny should find a way to partner up with a successful food truck."
    He made a humming sound in agreement. "It would be a good way to cross-promote businesses. One brand could feed another. Sharing costs might be attractive to all parties." Yuri wound wavy strands of my hair around his finger. "It's an idea worth feeling out and getting some solid numbers."
    Hearing him talk business made me so hot. "Okay," I said a bit breathlessly. "That was ridiculously sexy."
    He laughed. "Kitten, if you think that's sexy, I've got piles of quarterly earnings estimates in my briefcase that I'd be happy to read to you."
    "Tease." I thumped his chest. "I do love a good bedtime story."
    Yuri's hand moved to my knee. Our gazes clashed as his palm slowly glided along my bare skin to dip just under the hem of my skirt. "Come home with me tonight and I'll read you anything you want."
    I shivered as his hand inched along my thigh. "No."
    "You can pick the language—English, Russian, Mandarin or Arabic."
    My lips parted with surprise. "You speak Mandarin and Arabic?"
    "Passably," he said with some self-deprecation. "I'm no scholar but I can negotiate and communicate clearly. It suits my business needs."
    "That's amazing."
    His sensuous mouth curved with a mischievous grin. "If you think that's amazing, you should see the other tricks I've mastered."
    His playfulness infected me. Gripping his wrist, I halted the achingly slow slide of his hand. "You're tenacious. I'll give you that."
    "I'll give you everything if you come home with me."
    "Is that a time sensitive offer?"
    He held my gaze for a long moment. "For you? There's no expiration." He peppered ticklish kisses up the side of my neck and across my bare shoulder. "Come home with me tonight, tomorrow, next week or next year." He punctuated each word with a feather-light kiss. "My offer will always stand."
    Inside, I trembled violently. This wickedly sexy, outrageously powerful man had just offered me the world. Was I brave enough to say yes?
    Swallowing hard, I met his intense, unnerving gaze. "I've never been more tempted in my life to go home with a man." I trailed my fingers down the front of his shirt. "But I won't break that rule, not even for you."
    Yuri's reaction convinced me that he wasn't playing games with me. He'd meant every word he said. Nuzzling my neck, he whispered, "I like a