Billionaire on Fire (Firefighter Billionaire Stand-Alone Romance) Read Free

feel herself starting to wake up between her legs. She began to wish she wasn’t wearing such a skimpy top, as soon enough her nipples were getting hard at the stimulation.
    She managed to control herself as Duke cleaned and bandaged her other elbow.
    “I’m going to have to take a look at that ankle.”
    And then Erica’s loss of control was back. “Okay,” she said quietly.
    “Just lie back. I don’t want you putting any pressure on it.”
    Erica leaned back against a throw pillow and watched Duke’s muscular arms as the man leaned over her foot. “I’m going to take these off,” he said, referring to Erica’s shoes. Erica nodded, and Duke dexterously untied her laces, slid off the shoe of her injured foot, and pulled off her sock. Duke held Erica’s bare foot in his hands, pressing slightly and turning it gently.
    After a minute of this, Duke nodded and set down the foot. “Well, it doesn’t look broken. I think it’s just sprained. It might be swollen for a day or so, and you should probably stay off of it.”
    Erica let out a groan. “Great.”
    Duke looked at her with pity. “You’ve got a track meet or something you have to miss?”
    “Nah,” Erica said. “I’m not on any teams.”
    “You could have fooled me,” Duke said. “You’re in great shape.”
    Erica’s face went red. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “But I think between us, you’re the one in shape.”
    Duke’s mouth widened into a confident grin. “Yep,” he said, and raised his arms. He flexed both of them, displaying his huge biceps. “I work out a bit.” He lowered his arms and gave Erica a wink. “All part of the job.”
    The confidence this man had, and the frank display of his body’s power—it gave Erica an instant flash of lust. She tried to sit up to hide her discomfort, but Duke pressed a warm hand to her shoulder and held her down on the couch.
    “Uh-uh. You’re not moving. I’m not done cleaning you up yet.”
    Erica couldn’t find the words to object. She watched, practically drooling, as Duke cleaned the mud from her knees. The man kept one firm hand around her defined calves, and used the other to wipe a washcloth across her leg. The only sound was of their breathing, and the pounding of Erica’s heart in her ears. Then Duke began the process of methodically wrapping a cloth bandage around Erica’s ankle. Meanwhile, Erica’s breathing had accelerated to a series of near gasps, and she was starting to get so wet she was worried about soaking through her shorts. Could Duke tell? Did he care? The man took his time washing her legs, being so careful it gave Erica goose bumps. Duke looked up her, and to Erica’s horror and delight, she saw Duke’s eyes flicker over Erica’s crotch. Then Duke’s eyes traveled up to meet Erica’s.
    As the two looked at each other, Erica’s stomach gurgled. It broke the moment.
    “Are you hungry?” Duke asked, standing up.
    “No, I’m fine.” Erica looked down at her stomach, and it growled with more intensity. “I just need to get back and get some breakfast.”
    “Nonsense,” Duke said, walking toward the kitchen. “You’re in no condition to go anywhere. Let me cook for you.”
    “You don’t have to go to that trouble. You’ve already done enough.”
    “It’s no trouble. I was about to make myself an omelet anyway.” He went into the kitchen and pulled off a pan from the rack over the island, and then walked to the fridge, his boots clomping against the floor. “I’m a good cook, don’t worry. You’ll like what I put into your mouth.”
    Erica blushed, and when Duke stood up to line up the items on the countertop, he had that confident smirk on his face again.
    “Can I do anything to help?” Erica asked, and then remembered she wasn’t supposed to get up.
    Duke chuckled and said, “You can talk to me. Tell me about yourself... um?”
    “Erica. Sorry, I probably should have introduced myself before you carried me across your threshold.”
    Duke