Gareth (Billionaire’s Game #5) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire's Game Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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Fuck me, she was everything.

Perfection and beauty in the way she responded to my every move.

I tipped her head back even more, kissing her at deeper angle, claiming her mouth in more dominating strokes that had her whimpering like when she’d taken a bite of her ice cream.

“Gareth,” she sighed against my lips.

My cock was hard and aching with one taste of her.

I smoothed my free hand over one thigh, savoring the feel of her silken skin beneath my fingers. Fuck, it would be so easy to tear off these little pajama shorts and feel if she was wet for me. From the way she was squeezing me with her thighs, I would bet money she was drenched.

Drenched and achy.

Her hands abandoned my shirt, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, almost like she needed to be as close to me as I needed to be to her.

I grazed my tongue along the edges of her teeth before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, and damn near growled when she scooted farther off the counter, instinct driving her body to touch more of me.

The move had her barely there silk shorts hitting my rock-hard cock beneath my sweats, and I went wholly still. If I moved, I’d turn into a teenager, dry-humping her to an orgasm before she knew what was happening.

She deserved better than that.

Gently, I pulled away, smirking proudly at the way her lips were slightly swollen from my kiss. The idea of intentionally marking her made a drop of pre-come bead on my aching cock, but I took the pain, siphoned it, used it to remind me how fucking delicate she was.

The way she was looking at me wasn’t delicate at all. It was primal, carnal, and sexy as fucking sin for an angel like her.

Because that’s what she was, dressed in silky white, good down to her core.

“More,” she breathed the word.

It nearly broke me.

“I can’t,” I answered.

“You mean you won’t,” she corrected me, shaking her head as she scooped up her ice cream again. She wrapped her lips around the spoon, her eyes trailing down to what was clearly hard beneath my sweats. “Thank God for sweatpants,” she said after her bite. “Without them, I’d think you weren’t attracted to me.”

I growled. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I said. “And as much as I would love to taste every inch of you, we both know that isn’t the answer to this.”

“But—”

“No buts, angel,” I cut her off. “I promised to keep you safe,” I said, backing out of the kitchen. “And that includes from me.”

I turned around, disappearing from her sight before I lost all resolve.

CHAPTER 6

Serenity

“Where did you get that?” Gareth asked, his tone rough as his eyes trailed the length of my body.

It was one of our late-night kitchen run-ins. The ones I lived for. The ones that had happened every night for the past two weeks. I didn’t think it was by chance anymore. I was quite sure Gareth looked forward to them as much as I did.

In my efforts to earn another kiss, I’d started wearing sexier outfits in the hope of holding his attention once and for all.

“You gave me that credit card,” I answered innocently, stirring the ice in the mocktail I'd just made with a glass straw. “You told me I could buy whatever I needed, and Hans showed me how to set up the shopping app on my phone.”

A phone Gareth gifted me, even when I told him I had nobody to call. No real friends who wouldn't sell me out for half a dime to my father if I reached out to them. No family that wouldn't do the same. He'd programmed his number into it, anyway, stating I could always text him. And I had. Innocent, get-to-know-you texts that I genuinely lived for.

Gareth grabbed a soda water out of the refrigerator, looking like he was having difficulty taking his eyes off of me. I took that as a win, having chosen a white lacey camisole tank top and another pair of silk white shorts that were trimmed in lace. This was the third night I'd attempted something like this, but it was the first night I'd chosen white again. I thought edgier colors like black or red would be more his style, but he'd managed not to question those, just growling softly while keeping his distance.

“You could have asked me,” he said. “You didn't need to have my butler show you how to set up the app.” He took up a good lean against the kitchen island, leaving at least five feet between us.

I shrugged. “I like Hans,” I said honestly. The butler had been nothing but kind to me, and he was funny too. Unlike my father's staff, Hans was genuine and I almost considered him a friend, but he was nothing if not professional, only approaching me if I asked a question first.


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