Briar's Champion by Mahalia Levey Read Free Book Online

into traffic.
    Briar squirmed in her heat - activated seat when he pushed on the massage button. “You’re bad . ” S he gripped her arm rest s and sighed. He’d get his as soon as they reached the privacy of his home.
    “Fe e l good?”
    “Yes , ” Briar croaked . As s he relaxed watch ing the scenery whiz by her inner hellcat continued to purr in her ear, pushing her to egg Sloan on . So he wanted to play…she would too. With one deliberate ly slow move, she pressed her hand to his inner thigh and squeezed precariously close to his goods.
    He groaned, gripping the steering wheel. “Briar, you’re going to make us wreck . ”
    “What? Don’t tell me you can’t do two things at once ,” s he taunted with her hand now on his cock. A soft brush over the material hiding his flesh from her, and the car lurched. He shot her a scathing look that made her tremble with want. She slipped, strok ing him again. His growl was accompanied by the brakes slamming on at a red light . The glare he shot her showed the effect her touch had on him. “Oh my …” S he let the words drop. If looks could kill she’d be dead or well fucked if the intent on his face rang true.
    When he steered into his garage and drove up the ramp to his private parking space , Briar’s heart beat skipped. She hadn’t the slightest idea if she still held control over their playtime or if he’d turned the table on her. Her shallow breathing hastened. Thankfully the compact seats couldn’t handle too much movement, or so she thought. The noise of a seat lever and track slamming back startled her . S he stared at Sloan.
    “Time for talking has passed —” He manhandled her onto his lap.
    “I’m scrunched!” She moaned at the delightful contact but fumbled for the door handle. Freedom loomed in front of her. Briar wriggled off his lap, falling haphazardly out of the car. Too bad he followed right behind her . J ust as she stood she felt him, all of him pressed against the crease of her ass.
    “Not so fast . ” He picked her up.
    “No fair, I’m in charge . ” She slid down the front of his body and grasped his hand, leading him from the car to the private elevator. “No touching.” After hit ting the button for his floor , s he released his hand and stared him down. The door chimed and the bay doors opened. Briar slapped at his hands , then wagged a finger at Sloan when he reached out to touch her. “No touching.”
    With each step she took toward his bedroom, an article of clothing fell to the floor. Flinging her bra away, Briar smacked something with her arm. When o ne of the boxes started to topple over, Sloan rushed to catch it . In his hurry to grasp the box, their hands met. The cardboard crushed inward on his end. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was so close.” She relinquished her hold on his possession.
    Briar saw him flinch for just a second, as he ran his hand over the name Sam. B ut b efore she could say anything further, he turned on her, the glint back in his eyes. Time to get back to business at hand, but she’d definitely ask about the box later. She turned, reaching for the zipper on her skirt.
    By the time she’d reached the thick frame of his door, only her thong and heels remained. Not once did she look back to see if he was close. She could feel his warm breath on the nape of her neck. Briar did a sultry turn , facing him with her hand resting on her hip. “I hope you’re ready for me . ” S he pointed to the bed and slapped his ass when he passed her . Dutiful ly , Sloan stripped off his suit in jerky movements. Thick biceps, lean muscle, and tight hot ass filled her vision. Damn. What a sight . Sloan took up most of the bed with his size. Briar moved over to him . “ Are you ready?” S he straddled his sex and raked her nails over his chest.
    “ Hell yeah , cari ñ a . ” H is husky voice filled with arousal heightened her ever growing appetite.
    “Am I your sweetheart?” S he leaned down to flick