Dirty Rival (Scandalous Billionaires #6) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
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I’m kissing her. She’s kissing me. My hands are all over her, but hers are on me, too. Stroking my cock through my pants, her fingers driving me crazy. At some point, I rip open the condom and she isn’t shy. She’s the one that unzips me. She’s the one who pulls my erection free, her soft hands stroking along my ridiculously hard length. It’s her who puts on the condom and me that cups her backside, pulls her to the edge of the desk and then, when I should just drive into her, fuck her finally, here and now, I tease us both. I stroke my cock along her sex until she hisses, “Enough already. Or not enough. Reid, damn it, I—”

My mouth comes down on hers, my tongue wanting to taste my name on her lips while I press my cock inside her and drive deep, burying myself to the hilt. Our lips part and our foreheads press together, and suddenly we’re breathing together, not moving. Why the hell am I not moving? And yet, I’m not. I’m savoring rather than devouring, and that’s not what this is. This is sex, hard, ready now sex, and I pull back and thrust into her. She moans, and I drive again, pressing her backward, forcing her to hold onto the desk behind her, not me. But I don’t let that become an escape. I’m right here, I’m kissing her. I’m licking her nipple. I’m pumping into her, and yet, it’s not enough. I slide my hand between her shoulder blades and lift her off of the desk, holding all of her weight. Somehow we’re just there, melded close, and breathing together again, and then kissing again, our bodies more grinding than pumping us into that sweet spot of release.

Carrie gasps and stiffens again, and the minute she begins to orgasm I’m right there with her, my body clenching with the force of my release. I hold her tighter and at some point, I set her back on the desk, gripping it on one side while my other palm remains between her shoulder blades. My face is buried in her neck, and I come back to reality to the feel of her fingers flexing on my shoulders. I want to kiss her again and that is not normal for me. I should pull out. I should end this as fast and hard as we just fucked, and move on, but I don’t. What the hell is this woman doing to me? I linger there with her, her body soft and yielding next to mine. I inhale the floral scent of her, and I know, I know that I am not done with this woman.

That’s a problem.

Fuck.

I pull out of her, lifting her off the desk and then I walk to the trashcan, dump the condom, and right my pants, pressing my hands on the desk when I’m done, letting my chin touch my chest. Pulling myself the hell together while she dresses. She isn’t my enemy, but neither can we ever be more than sex. There are reasons, too many reasons, personal reasons of my own, that damn debt between our families, and I can’t forget those reasons, ever. I won’t now.

I lift my head to find her back to me as she finishes dressing. The minute she turns, I push off the desk and straighten. “Fire them. Don’t let them back in the building and then go home.”

Her eyes meet mine, emotions glistening in their depths that I can’t read, and I want to read them when I should not. “Right,” she says. “Fire them without proof. That makes me an excellent CEO candidate.”

I could leave space between us, but I won’t let my need for this woman, or this woman herself, hold me captive. I round the desk to stand in front of her. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t back away She won’t let me intimidate her. “I’m always thorough,” I say, “as I’m sure you’ve now figured out. Proof is already in your inbox.”

She studies me and then says nothing before heading to the door, which for her feels like a problem. I catch her hand. “Don’t even think about not coming back tomorrow.”

She whirls to face me. “Right. Because you hold me captive. You hold my company captive, so yes, I’ll be here, but consider that my last duty fuck.”

My lips quirk and I know this reaction will piss her off, but I can’t stop myself from pushing her, and for a reason. She’s pushing me. She doesn’t get to push me. She doesn’t get to break my rules. “Right,” I say dryly. “Duty fuck.”

“You’re such an asshole and I don’t know why I—”

“—already want me inside you again? Or is it my tongue you already want again?”


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