City Vibes - Complete Series (BWWM Interracial Billionaire Romance) by Violet Jackson Read Free Book Online

her she was somewhere around East 104 th street and Park Avenue.
    A man in a hat and a cap hopped up to the car and whipped the door open for her. She shot him a half-hearted smile as he took her hand and guided her out of the car. By the time her feet hit the pavement, Daniel had already come around the front of the car and was handing his keys to the valet. “Good evening Mr. Scott.” he greeted him.
    Daniel just nodded at him, then slipped his right arm around Reese's waist as the doorman opened the door for them. When they entered the lobby that looked as if it had been carved out of Mt. Olympus, Reese balled up her apron in an attempt to make it as small as possible so that it would hopefully escape the notice of everyone around her. As the elevator doors swung open and she followed Daniel inside, she found it more and more difficult to ignore the fact that her skin crawled with self-consciousness.
    After souring to the penthouse floor, the elevator doors opened to reveal a pristine hallway  that continued on in both directions for about ten feet and then terminated at the face of french style doors. Reese followed Daniel as he stepped out of the elevator and approached the door to the right. At the foot of the threshold was a black doormat with gold trim. Reese pursed her lips as she scraped her cheese encrusted, soap scoured non-slip soles against them. Eventually, Daniel got the door open and they stepped inside. Reese sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of his wide open pad of a penthouse apartment. Sets of warm light clicked on one by one as they stepped down into his living area and kitchen. Reese could have sworn her right eye was twitching at the mere sight of so much dark marble and stainless steel in one place.
    “Are you hungry?” Daniel asked as he led her into the kitchen and retrieved a bottle of scotch from an elaborate-looking bar area.
    “Why? Do you have a chef hiding in the pantry.”
    He laughed, his hands trembling as he filled two cocktail glasses with expensive-looking alcohol. “No. I was thinking we could order pizza.”
    Reese's brow furrowed. “How proletariat of you.” she joked.
    Daniel stood up as he dialed the number to a local pizzeria on his phone. “I'm sorry if I can't meet all of your expectations.”
    Reese giggled, then slipped out of her chair, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Rest assured. You have met all of my expectations.”
    Daniel turned so that they were facing each other and pressed his lips against hers. Reese sighed to herself, her body turning to mush beneath his touch as she wrapped her arms around her neck. He snaked his hands around her waist, the tip of his tongue pressing just inside of her mouth. She then moaned at the sensation of his lips against her cheek.... then her neck...
    “Daniel....” She moaned.
    “Reese.” He hissed.
    She hitched her leg around his hip just as he dragged his fingertips down the inside of her thigh. In one motion, he swooped her up and carried her into his bedroom. Daniel dropped her onto the black silk sheets that covered his California King bed. Her eyes flashed open as her chest hit the mattress and she took in his grand, yet minimalist room. Besides the bed and the canopy, he had nothing but a large avant-guarde tapestry filled with purple and green patterns, occasionally interrupted with a slash of bright red. “You're room is...uhm... interesting.” She commented.
    Daniel just smiled and kissed her again. “You're interesting.” He murmured.
    Reese giggled to herself as she kicked her shoes off and began to unbutton his shirt. She closed her eyes to the sensation of his dense body pressing against her. Her skin was singing; each microscopic hair stood on end as if to reach out and embrace him. Goose bumps sprouted through her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt and caressed her chest with his lips and tongue. She tugged at tufts of his hair pressing her body closer and closer to his until she couldn't be sure