Billionaire Alpha 2: (A Bad Boy Billionaire Novel) Read Free

of his closet, his body the most beautiful she had ever seen. How badly she needed to connect with him physically even if they were miles apart emotionally.
    Bethany walked to her side of the car, breathing in deeply as she passed him. He looked up and turned his head toward her as if questioning her actions. She chuckled and got in the car, rolling her eyes at herself when alone. Was she really going to use their physical attraction to heal whatever happened between them?
    Yes.
    Even if it didn’t assist in creating a long-term relationship and fostering love. The sensually delicious man getting into the seat beside her was every painfully good fantasy she had ever had. If he was slipping away, she wanted to create a few more memories before he was gone.
    Was she acting bipolar? Yes.
    Did she care? Fuck no.
    Damon got into the car and closed the door, started the car and pulled out without so much as a grunt toward her. She reached up and turned on the radio and the air conditioner before settling back. If he thought the silence between them was going to cause her to choke up an apology, he was wrong. She would surely give up eventually, but she wasn’t near that breaking point just yet.
     
    The drive to the airport should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. Sitting in silence and simply listening to the sound of him breathing had almost offered relief. She was lost to him and no matter what stupidity she threw at him or empty promises of being done , she wasn’t. Her fingers ran along her thigh, her eyes closed as she contemplated reaching over and touching him.
    His breathing pattern shifted slightly. Looking over at him subtly, she wished for a different situation altogether. Would it still contain explosive attraction if their relationship wasn’t so taboo?
    “What are you thinking?” He glanced over at her, the deep timbre of his voice sliding between her thighs and stroking. She bit at her lip and shook her head.
    “I don’t want to say.”
    “Embarrassed?”
    “By my thoughts, yes. By my actions yesterday, no.”
    He chuckled, the smile lifting the side of his mouth, lickable. He pulled up to the front of the airport and nodded toward her. “I’ll get the bags, just wait inside.”
    She got out, grabbing her purse and walking toward the door. She glanced over her shoulder as Damon worked to get the bags out of the trunk. His eyes adverted to her, dragging down the back of her as his tongue darted out to lick at his lips.
    Good. His thoughts weren’t far from her.
    It wasn’t but a few minutes later they were checked in and headed down to the gate. Sitting in first class gave them a chance to arrive just before the plane took off, Damon having called in that they would be there just in time. She moved in front of him as they walked toward the opening of the airplane, his fingers brushing along her lower back as he moved up beside her.
    “Are you embarrassed?” she whispered, looking over at him.
    “Never. I say what I mean. Do what I want.”
    “That so?”
    “I’m interested to hear your story about how I got everything wrong with Philip, as I’m sure you’re going to work to save his ass, but I was in the right.”
    She reached over and pressed her palm to the top of his slacks, dragging her hand over the curve at the front of his pants, her thumb brushing over him and flicking softly. His breath caught as he reached for her hand. She moved it before he could move it for her.
    Damon shifted her in front of him as they walked on the plane, the look on his gorgeous face a warning. They weren’t on good terms. He hadn’t relented yet and it would seem that until he did, she was going to beckon to his demands. He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her flush against him, the thickness of his center pressed against her. She stifled a groan. A quick glance over her shoulder to see him left her breathless, her body reacting violently to him.
    “You didn’t sleep with Philip did you?