Her Guardian Billionaire (Forbidden First Time Romance) Read Free Page A

scrape of his skin across hers sent sparks of electricity through her, straight from her face to her clit and back again. She squirmed on the seat, pressing her thighs together to relieve the sudden ache.
    As he stroked her cheek, he inched closer, rising up out of the chair until his lips brushed hers. Yes! Please kiss me. Anna closed her eyes, ready for all her dreams to come true. But nothing happened.
    She fluttered her eyes open as he pulled away.
    “I’m sorry, Anna. We can’t. Think about the press. We’d be tabloid fodder for weeks.”
    Anna snorted and rolled her eyes. “So you’re going to let Page Six dictate your life?”
    “No.” He straightened up in the chair and frowned. “But a man in my position has to think about the consequences of every action.”
    “I see.”
    “I’m sorry, Anna. I should never have invited you here. I should have let you go.”
    Anna folded her hands in her lap and bit her lip to keep from saying any more.   It wouldn’t get her anywhere at the moment. James stood up and dropped his napkin on the chair. “Goodbye, Anna. I hope the outside world treats you well.”
    Anna nodded, watching as James receded into the hallway. She’d had a chance—there’d been a moment where he’d almost said yes. But he’d pulled away. Damn James Davenport and his self-control. She thumped the table with her fist.
    She wasn’t a crumb of bread to brush aside. And she was going to prove it.

C HAPTER T WO

    A NNA CROSSED HER legs, rubbing her panties across her swollen sex as she thought about James. How dare he lean in for a kiss and back away.  
    She remembered when she’d first come to the estate. Thirteen with bony arms wrapped around herself and eyes too big for her face. She’d stared up at her benefactor while he’d talked to the staff. Would he be a new family? No. He’d dismissed her with a nod, a clap on the back, and an introduction to Malcolm.
    She’d learned in minutes that generosity was all he could offer. New clothes, fancy furniture, expertly prepared meals. But no substitute for all she’d lost. A few weeks later and she arrived at boarding school. The place where she’d live most of the year, figuring out how to grow up on her own.
    After a while, when the pain had dulled, and the years wore on, she’d changed. Gone was the awkward little girl and in her place a hormonal, sexual teenager. Daring boys to kiss her between classes, craving the spark she’d read about in books late at night. But no one ever lit a fire within her—the one she read about, dreamt about, craved. Except him.
    As she sat in the empty wine cellar, she closed her eyes and thought back to the summers home from school. Hot, humid days spent lounging around the pool, waiting for James to take a swim. Watching through tinted Ray Bans as he peeled off a t-shirt and dove into the water. Stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe. God, to be that water .
    He’d jump out, pulling himself onto the stone before slicking back his hair, and she’d bite her lip to keep from groaning. How could scrawny nineteen-year-old boys ever compete with Mr. Davenport? It didn’t take a genius to figure out why she’d never given it all away.
    And now that she’d had a taste…All she could think about was actually having him. Wrapping her legs around him in the dark as he sunk his shaft deep inside her. Him kissing her senseless as he made her a woman. Mmm .
    She couldn’t leave. Not after catching a glimpse of the real, breathing man beneath the mask. The one who wanted her, Anna Sinclair.
    Chewing on her lip, she glanced down the empty hall. If he wasn’t going to act on his attraction, she’d confront him and drag it out of him. One kiss at a time. Hopping off the chair, she slipped down the hall, checking for James in every open door and entryway. Past the gym, the pool, staff quarters, the kitchen fit for a castle. No sign of him. Damn it .
    She almost never went to his wing—his office and