Billionaire's Black Runaway Love (BWWM Romance) by Ciara Cole Read Free Book Online

caught by the most striking of the three.
    He stood at an impressive height of over six feet.
    Emily couldn’t tell if he’d noticed her or not as she walked by, not being able to tell from behind his designer shades. Not that she flattered herself thinking she was anything to stare at.
    Next to him, she actually felt short especially in her ballet flats. Now she wished she’d made more effect than just her fitted harem pants and wrap top with her wild curls barely contained in a bun.
    Thankfully the spell was broken once she walked past him, never realizing he’d noticed her, too. Much later, Chace would tell her how he’d parted from his friends and followed her into the bookshop, only to find her seated cross-legged on the thick carpet at the back in the poetry section.
    Emily smiled recalling that by chance, she’d picked an author they were both familiar with. She’d heard his deep voice behind her suggest a particular chapter and her head had shot around. He’d lowered on his haunches and she’d recognized him from his hair and clothes. But then he took off his sunglasses and she’d been slammed by those gorgeous gray eyes lightly flecked with almost transparent blue.
    She’d never seen a man more beautiful – and even now Emily still felt the magnetic hold of Chace’s dark, irresistible beauty. It was later she found out they were even in the same high school with a year between them.
    Remembering the silken taste of his lips from earlier, Emily groaned and pressed the pillow to her chest, mostly to still the pounding of her heart, but also in the hope to tame the almost painful tightening of her nipples. God, she could just scream !
    Not once since she saw Chace again had she had the chance to moon over her ex. She’d barely spared the handsome Devan a single thought in days. Her friends who’d expected to see her moping around over her sexy chocolate-skinned ex would have seizures if they found out she was fantasizing about rough sex in the sheets with her gray-eyed, hot white high school sweetheart.
    Girl, you need fixing up in the brain , Emily told herself as with one last surge of determination she threw the covers over her head and willed sleep to come.
     

Chapter 9
    If Emily was being completely honest, then she’d confess she’d known deep down how that dinner date would end – with her and Chace having red-hot, possibly criminal, unrepentant sex.
    She’d known it as she’d slipped into her ultra-feminine black pumps and pink, tight-fitting dress. She liked bold colors and her wardrobe – including her underwear, showed it. Her makeup was sultry, but not heavy. Her body had been tingling all over with excitement up till the moment she arrived at the high class restaurant.
    It was the kind you probably had to book a table at months in advance. Incredibly spacious, yet with few tables, it gave more than enough sense of privacy and elbow room. Emily’s first glimpse of Chace as he rose to greet her had sent those butterflies buzzing in droves within her stomach.
    The way his gaze traveled over her in frank appreciation made Emily suddenly wish they were alone. It was in that moment, she feared she might be caving in faster than ever.
    “I wasn’t sure you’d make it,” Chace said. “I’m glad you did. You look stunning, Emily.”
    “Thank you.” She allowed a smile. “You look dashing yourself. And why wouldn’t I make it? I’m not the type to go back on my word.”
    “I certainly appreciate it. I feel like we have so much we need to discuss. But first, some wine?”
    Emily nodded demurely. The genteel rapport between them belied what truly rippled beneath the surface. With a date that looked as edible as him, it was a wonder Emily had any appetite for actual food or drink – especially when she’d rather be nibbling on him .
    Not that she could make it blatant how slippery Chace made her panties feel. Instead she played it cool and tried to keep topics to the present. She