Kiss Me Now – A Billionaire Boss Romance Read Online Penny Wylder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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I shake my head and focus on her again. She’s looking at me with her brown eyes wide behind her oversized sunglasses.

“What would you do?” she asks, in a voice that trembles slightly, as if she’s nervous to find out. Or excited. Maybe both.

I smirk, and bend closer, until my lips graze the shell of her ear. “First, I’d tear off that ridiculous top.” My fingertip slides up her waist, along the edge of her curves, drawing a delicious shiver out of her, before I slip one fingertip beneath the edge of her bikini top. Not far enough to draw any attention.

Yet.

She sucks in a breath, her eyes going hooded and intent. “Like you tore off my shirt last night?”

“Exactly.” I lift on eyebrow. “But this time, I’d make sure to take the bottoms, too.” My gaze drips down the soft planes of her stomach to the bikini bottoms she’s wearing. They’re high-waisted, but they hike up far enough to reveal the arches of her hipbones beneath them. “Seeing you stripped bare in the sunlight up here would begin to make up for yesterday…”

She laughs, but it sounds breathier than it did before. I can tell I’m getting to her. I glance up at the bar—creeper man isn’t looking at us anymore—and then I slide my hand fully beneath her bikini top.

She gasps and tenses. But when she looks over, she notices that no one is watching us, too. Still. “Lark,” she hisses, a hint of admonishment in her tone.

“I’m afraid there’s only so much resisting you can expect a man to do around a woman like you, Cassidy.” As I speak, I trace her nipple with my thumb. Trail my nail over that delicate, sensitive skin lightly, and then press down with the pad of my thumb, swirling gently until I feel her nipple beginning to harden under my touch.

She bites her lower lip, hard. “So that’s all you would do?” she whispers, after a pause. “Just strip me naked and leave me here?”

“Oh, no.” My smile widens. “But I would take my time with you…” I dip my head to lick her earlobe, and savor the shiver I feel. “I would make sure to taste every inch of your glorious body.” I kiss the sensitive spot just beneath her ear now, at the edge of her jaw. “Kiss, and…” I trail my tongue along her jawline. “Lick, and…” I pause at her mouth. She arches up toward me, expecting a kiss. I suck her lower lip into my mouth instead, and bite down gently. “Bite every inch of you,” I murmur when I pull back.

She groans. Probably because I’m fully massaging her hard nipple now. And my free hand is wandering down her waist toward her hips. “Okay, I get it. This is definitely payback.”

“Nonsense.” I arch an eyebrow at her. “Payback would be if I left right now on some mysterious errand I refused to tell you about.”

Her face flushes. “Lark, I—”

“It’s okay.” I shake my head. “Keep your secrets.” Then I kiss her again, softer this time, to accentuate my point. “I don’t mind, as long as I get to keep toying with you in between.” I pinch her breast, not hard, just enough to make her gasp and jump a little. Then I withdraw my hand and slide back over to my chair, reclining on it casually.

When I peek over again, she’s glaring at me. I can’t help but laugh.

“You are the worst,” she grumbles. But she’s smiling, too.

“Still against my car option?” I reply, smirking right back.

Her cheeks flush. But she darts a glance toward the bathroom—the single stall, handicap style bathroom, and I can already read where her mind is going.

“Interesting idea, Ms. Marks,” I murmur.

Her cheeks, if possible, turn even redder. “I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, but I do.” I grin. “Go on. Head to the bathroom. I’ll be right behind you in a minute.”

She hesitates, like she’s still not sure. So I dip close to her ear again. “Did I mention where my tongue would end up, after all of that kissing?”

That apparently decides it for her. She levers herself off her seat and fires a flustered look at the people by the bar again. Lord help this girl, she would not survive as a spy. Her embarrassment is written all over her face. But it only makes me want her more.

This girl who’s willing to step out of her comfort zone for me. Who’s as desperate to be with me again as I am to make her come screaming my name.

Well. Maybe not screaming, if we’re trying to be stealthy.

Then again, I wouldn’t mind if the pool-drinking crowd caught us. It would wipe the leer off the creeper’s face, at any rate. Let everyone on this rooftop know that the most beautiful, vivacious, whip-smart woman around is here with me.


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