One Night With the Billionaire: Book Two Read Free Page B

freezes on instinct, and hopes like hell that he covers it before Kaia notices. There is a reason why she can’t find anything on him when he was younger; he’s done his very best to erase the younger version of him from existence.  
    “Very unremarkable,” he says, trying to sound light, but probably failing spectacularly.  
    She seems amused by him, and he gets the sense that she didn’t notice him tense earlier.  
    “Still don’t want to admit to looking me up?”  
    Jason shakes his head. “Nope. I only want to know what you want to tell me.”  
    From the small smile on her face, Jason knows that was the correct answer. It also helps that it’s the truth.  
    “Okay.”  
    “So,” he says, trying again. “Tell me.”  
    “I grew up in Des Moines; my older sister still lives there with my parents. I’m twenty two, and I graduated from Syracuse this past spring.” She pauses at the end, her gaze moving up to the ceiling, like she’s trying to figure out what else to say. “I’m not very good at talking about myself.”  
    Jason finds that endearing, because the women he usually spends time with (regardless of how limited it is) have no trouble talking about themselves at all. In fact, they have trouble stopping .  
    These are things he could find out about her on the internet if he felt compelled to look. He wants more .  
    “Tell me something else,” Jason says, moving closer to her, so their knees are touching.  
    “Like what?” She looks up at him, her eyelashes fanning across her lids. The wine is giving her cheeks color, and he wants to kiss her and never stop.  
    “Not sure; what do you want me to know?”  
    She smiles, then thinks on it. “Like facts?”  
    Jason smiles back at her. “Yes, all the facts.”  
    “I hate peanut butter, but I love peanut butter cookies.”  
    Jason laughs. This is exactly what he’s looking for. Things that make Kaia Kaia . “Okay.”  
    “I have this sweater that I love, and it’s so comfortable that sometimes I wear it for three days straight.” She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, like she’s expecting him to be revolted.  
    “I’d like to see this sweater.”  
    “When I was a kid, my dad convinced me that the closer you lived to the beach, the more likely it was that fish would come out of your faucet.”  
    Jason actually cracks up at that, and he can’t wait anymore. He leans in and kisses her.

CHAPTER THREE

    Kaia is lying naked on Jason’s incredibly huge, incredibly comfortable bed, propped up on her elbows.  
    City lights stream into the windows, casting shadows on all the places it can’t touch. Jason is standing before her, knees touching the edge of the bed, his glorious body on full display.  
    “Spread your legs for me.”  
    His voice is low, and rough, and it sent a thrill shooting through Kaia’s body.  
    “Do it,” he says firmly. “Now. Don’t make me wait.”  
    She does as he asks immediately, watches the desire flood his eyes as he looks at her, wet and ready for him.  
    “You’re beautiful,” he says, with such conviction that she believes him. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since that night. The way you tasted, how your skin felt beneath my hands.”  
    He slides his palms up the insides of Kaia’s thighs, making goosebumps break out all over her skin. The pad of his thumb brushes across her clit, and she sucks in a big breath of air between her teeth.  
    Jason drops to his knees before her, then wraps his arms around her hips and pulls her down, so her ass is nearly hanging off the edge of the bed.
    Kaia reaches forward and rakes her nails across Jason’s scalp, and he hums as he presses short, hot kisses across her bikini line.  
    “I’ve been thinking about you, too,” she says, running her fingers through his hair since he seems to like that so much.  
    “Yeah?”  
    “Oh yeah. You were…” She’s about to tell him that he’s the best sex she’s