Cocky Billionaire Read online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 36407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
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“Speaking of a grownup, how old are you?”

“You didn’t get that by checking out my personal details in my file?” Her eyes went wide.

“I was more interested in finding where you lived. I don’t see a reason to keep invading your privacy, especially with you agreeing to be my pretend girlfriend.”

“I’m twenty-one,” she said.

“Wow, so … young.”

“I don’t look it?”

“Yeah, you do, but I guess I was hoping you were a little older.”

She chuckled. “Well, maybe I will have something in common with all those other women you party with. I’m young.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

She giggled and seeing her face light up, yeah, it showed just how beautiful she really was.

“So, kissing.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” he asked.

“Yes. I’m not a virgin. I’ve had my fair share of kisses.”

“Good. Come here.” He didn’t know why it bothered him to know she’d been with other people. This was a fucking agreement between them, nothing else.

She took a step toward him. “This feels like a death sentence.”

“I’m going to kiss you.”

“I know.”

“And you’re going to have to get used to it.”

“Right, just like riding a bike. You fall off, you get back onto it.”

“Seriously, you think kissing me is like riding a bike?”

“Yep. It’s the best way I can deal with what’s about to happen.”

“I think I’m insulted.”

She burst out laughing. “Sorry, hotshot.”

He cupped her face. “Ah, now that has wiped that smile off you.” He leaned in close and just as he was about to kiss her, she pulled away, laughing.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, you know. Just ignore me.”

“This is kind of hard to do. You’re really messing with a man’s ego here.”

“Not intentional, I promise.” She covered her mouth.

“Seriously, you see kissing as a joke.”

“Not really, but come on, I’m practicing kissing Caleb Turner. It’s kind of funny.”

“You sound like a child.”

“And you sound jealous.”

“I’m a forty-year-old man, and I’ve got a suddenly giggling schoolgirl in my apartment who I’m convincing to play a part as my girlfriend. Believe me, I don’t feel jealous.” He felt old.

She hesitated as she placed a hand on his chest. “There, see, we’re fine. This is fine.”

He stepped up close, cupped her face, and tilted her head back. This time, there was no laughter and he was able to stare into her eyes. She had pretty, intense green eyes. Shocking in their color, but so enrapturing.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

“If you keep telling me it’s going to go to my head.”

“You’re going to have to get used to me telling you because you are, so pretty.”

“Caleb?”

“Yeah.”

“Kiss me already.”

He slammed his lips down on hers. At the start, she was tense in his arms, as if she didn’t really know what to do and how to behave. He didn’t let up and explored her mouth, running his tongue across the full lips, and she opened up. Diving in, he let out a growl as she moaned.

They touched tongues and he tasted her. He wanted more. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he deepened the kiss, ravishing her mouth.

His cock was rock-hard. He wanted to fuck her. To have his name come from her lips in a desperate scream. He ached for more. Felt completely and utterly consumed with desire.

Just as he was about to walk her across the room, the doorbell to his penthouse rang. He didn’t know who it was and the kiss ended abruptly.

They stared at each other as the doorbell rang.

“Who do you think that is?” she asked.

“Not a clue.”

“An ex of yours, maybe?”

“Not a chance.” He never brought his exes, or anyone, back here. That was what hotel rooms were for. Not the best thing to tell this woman. “I’ll go see who it is.”

He stroked her cheek and their kiss still lingered in the air. Stepping away from her, he walked down the hall. Damn, he’d never had an instant hit of lust and need just from one kiss. Opening the door, he froze. “Hello, Dad.”

****

It was just a kiss. Nothing about it was special.

Lauren touched her lips and forced herself to stop.

It was just a damn kiss. People kissed all the time. Friends, relatives, partners, lovers. It was a natural process. Only her lips didn’t feel like a natural process at all.

They were … different. They were swollen from his kisses, but that was natural, wasn’t it?

She heard the door open and close and the sound of voices.

You need to stop thinking about the kiss. It was getting used to feeling him. That was all.

So why was her pussy slick and her tits swollen?

This wasn’t good. Still, she wasn’t going to let any of this go to her head. This was all an act.

“You’re leaving the office for extended periods of time. I’m worried about you and your mother just confirmed to me that you’ve asked for a plus-one for my birthday,” a deep, masculine voice spoke.


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