HUNT (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 13) Read Free

and excitement and overwhelming attraction.
    Brayden’s lips were hot, and soft and
seductive.   She could taste the mint
on his breath as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, and then a moment
later his tongue was pushing into her mouth and his body was pressing into
hers.
    His body was as hard as she’d imagined in
her fantasies.   No, harder.   Much harder.
    His body was like rock.   Like metal.
    Steel.
    Her pussy flooded with wetness and she
felt herself readying to explode.
    It was already too much.   The excitement building within her would
not be contained much longer, and she couldn’t bear to have him see how pent up
and inexperienced she was.  
    She pushed him off her, breathing
heavily.   “Wait.   Wait.   Stop.”   She licked her lips and swallowed as he
leaned backwards, his brow furrowed.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    She didn’t want to admit that a mere kiss
from him had made her want to have another embarrassing orgasm.  
    “I—I can’t think straight with that
broken glass on the floor.   I’m
sorry.   I need to clean it up.”
    “I’ll do that,” he said, immediately
walking past her into the kitchen.   “Where’s your broom and dustpan?”
    She shook her head.   “I can do it, Brayden.”
    “You’re barefoot,” he said.   “You stay there.   Let me handle this.”
    Next thing she knew, Brayden Forman,
multi-millionaire founder and CEO of Hookup, was cleaning up the shards of
glass from her living room floor.
    “You don’t have to do that,” Lanie said.
    He quickly swept the glass onto the
dustpan, then brought the dustpan to the trash and dumped it out.   He grabbed a roll of paper towels and
cleaned the water off the floor, kneeling down, his muscular forearms visible as he worked diligently and efficiently.
    And then Brayden was standing up, walking
back to the kitchen and disposing of the paper towels.  
    She listened as he washed his hands in
the sink and then came back into the living room.
    “Now it’s safe,” he said, smiling at her
with that devil-may-care grin that told her it was hardly safe with him around.
    He was dangerous.
    And yet…she liked it, didn’t she?
    “I think maybe you should go,” she said,
even though it was the last thing she wanted him to do.
    Brayden stared at her, unmoved.   “I don’t think so.”
    Lanie bit her lip and looked down.   “I’m not feeling comfortable.”
    “Sometimes it’s good to be a little
uncomfortable in life,” Brayden told her, and then she could hear his footsteps
approaching once again.
      “I don’t think this is one of those
times,” she whispered.
    Already, she could feel her body
responding to him, revving like an overheating engine.   His physical proximity was too much, too
overwhelming, and it made her anxious, like she was out of control.
    He
knows the effect he’s having on you.   And he likes it.
    “I think this is exactly one of those
times,” Brayden said softly, as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her into
his firm body.   “Look at me, Lanie.”
    Hesitantly, she lifted her chin and
looked him in the eyes.
    He stared at her with an intent desire
that was completely open and unashamed.  
    “Brayden,” she began.
    “You have no idea what I want to do to
you right now,” he said.   “What I
would do to you, if only…”
    “If only what?” she asked, realizing that
she wanted to know everything.
    Wanted Brayden to teach her, to show her
exactly what he meant.
    His hands were exciting, firm, completely
in charge as they slid down to the curve of her buttocks and pulled her even
closer.   Now she could feel him
pressing into her, his bulging crotch straining against the fabric that
separated them.
    The heat between them was unmistakable,
and now she was thrumming again, the space between her legs was wet and
churning with pent up energy that was waiting to burst.
    She could hardly breathe at all now.
    “If only you were ready for me,” Brayden
said, his