Dangerous Rhodes (Billionaire Brothers #3) Read Online Aliyah Burke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire Brothers Series by Aliyah Burke
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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Eyes locked on him, she took him in until he bumped the back of her throat. Hastings cleaned her cream from his fingers then bent over her and gripped the edge of the sink while a devil on her knees blew him.

Chapter Six

“You and Hastings!”

“Take it down a notch, Daisy.” Violet rubbed her ear then put the phone on speaker as she headed back to the minibar.

“You swore you weren’t going to sleep with any military men.”

Her entire body flushed as she relived what she’d done with him in the bathroom. “I didn’t sleep with him. I blew him. He fingered me to an orgasm.”

One that had rocked her world, if she wanted to think about it. His two fingers had been so much better than any dick she’d gotten recently, not that there had been any recently. Or better than her own hands or toys.

“Bradford said you looked smug.”

Why she had agreed to conference calls with her sisters, she couldn’t ever recall. “It was a one-time thing. Your husbands are just gossipy boys.”

One time because she had walked away from him, opened the door of the bathroom and held the gaze of the woman waiting—one of the skinny bitches from across the room—wiped the corners of her mouth and smirked before heading off so Hastings could follow her out. Both brothers had been waiting for them, expressions unreadable to her. Apparently not to Hastings. All he’d done was shake his head and say, “Don’t.”

They hadn’t.

The rest of the night had been lined with an undercurrent of sexual tension between her and Hastings. Hell, she hadn’t been able to look at him without reliving the thrust of his thick fingers between her legs. Or the heavy weight of his large cock on her tongue, his taste and the smell.

When they’d finished their night, the men had gone off on their own, and she had been grateful, needing a bit of time to recover. She’d slept like shit, expecting Hastings to show up at her door, but he never did.

However, her sisters had called bright and early, like they had forgotten about the time difference.

More likely they didn’t give a fuck.

Grinding her jaw, she closed the minibar and made her way back to the bed. She sure as hell didn’t need to go to work drunk.

“You know he’s not going to let you go, right?”

“It was a mistake in a bar, Iris. We didn’t get trapped in a house together like you and Bradford. And I’m not working for him like Daisy was after her one-night stand.”

Her sisters laughed. So much so, Violet frowned before she scowled at the phone. “I’d punch you both if you were here.”

“If we were there, we’d be fucking our husbands.” Daisy’s comment was made matter-of-factly.

“Happily,” Iris added.

“And I’d be getting sleep. Look at the three of us all not getting what we want.” Violet’s stomach growled, and she muted the phone and ordered some breakfast as her sisters talked on. “I love both of you,” she interrupted. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what?” Daisy.

“We’re simply doing to you what you would to us. Calling you on your bullshit and pushing you toward getting your happily ever after.” Iris made her statement like it was obvious.

“Look, I’m not looking for my happily ever after. I’m happy doing what I am. Traveling the world. Not being tied down. I want to go to Madagascar, I go. I want to go to Egypt, I head there. If it’s Russia, then off I go.”

“You do know Hastings is a billionaire, right? You could still do that. With him at your side. Keeping you warm at night and making it so you’re not giving him head while kneeling on a bathroom floor. Unless of course that’s your thing.” Iris snorted. “No judgment.”

Her entire body flushed at the reminder of the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue as he’d fucked her face. How hot she’d gotten kneeling before him and wanting more than they’d had time for last night. How much she’d played with herself back at the hotel room and how unfulfilled her touch had left her.

“I don’t give a damn that he’s a billionaire. I don’t need his money.” A knock at the door. “Hang on, I have to get my breakfast, some bitches woke me early.”

“Fine, you go, we’ll sit here talking about how you’re a dirty whore and love getting freaky anywhere,” Daisy said, deadpan.

“I feel like I’m being managed.” She carried the phone with her to the door and opened it. “Morning.”

“Your order, ma’am.”

Stepping back, she waved the hotel employee in and watched him push the cart into the middle of the room.

“There’s fine,” she said, moving up to his side. “Thank you.”

“Have a great day.”

She nodded and placed the phone on the cart. “You, too.”


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