Power Play: Jodie and the Billionaire by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online

gasping as the car came to life, hugging the curved entryway
of Caesar’s Palace as he zipped around the stopped traffic.
    “Is
that him?” Dorian took the corner, shifting into the straightaway like he was
planning to fly.
    “Yeah.”
Jodie saw text message after text message from Jason, and four voice messages,
all of which she must have missed while they were playing craps.
    WTF
Jodie? Who the hell is that?
    He
must have received the picture she sent of her and Dorian. She didn’t even want
to check her messages. But she did click over to Facebook and when she tried to
log in, he’d changed the password. Of course he had—he had plenty to
hide. Probably more half-nude pictures of Nicole.
    Asshole.
    “Stop.”
Dorian’s hand massaged her shoulder, her bare neck, under her hair. “Look at
me.”
    Jodie
dropped her phone into her clutch, zipping it back up and looked over at him,
trying not to cry. It was stupid, crying over Jason, considering everything she
knew—all the pictures, all the texts, all the Facebook messages and, of
course, the flight he’d taken to Missouri for the “funeral of an old friend”
that had actually been Jason’s weekend fuckfest with Nicole.
    “I’m
going to make you forget he ever existed.” His eyes darkened as he looked at
her, gaze dropping from her cleavage to her hemline. “He made the biggest
mistake of his life when he cheated on a woman like you.”
    The
way he looked at her, talked to her, made her feel desired and wanted in a way
she hadn’t felt in—my God, years! And she realized it was something she
was craving, and maybe Dorian Cole was taking advantage of that, but she really
didn’t care. She wanted to get lost in him again. She needed it more than she
could possibly say, and he seemed to know it.
    “You
already have.” Jodie crossed one leg over the other—her feet were
throbbing in Kimber’s too-small shoes—and saw his gaze skip down to the
hemline of her dress, riding high up on her thigh.
    “I
haven’t even started.” Dorian shifted the car into higher gear as they turned
the corner again onto another straight away, this one with hardly any traffic.
They were moving very fast—Jodie didn’t even want to see the speedometer.
    His
hand moved from the gearshift to her knee. Jodie shifted in the little
seat—there wasn’t a lot of room—turning her body toward him. She
saw him smile, a slow, sexy smile that spread as he slid his hand up her bare
thigh, pushing the dress almost all the way up.
    “You’re
so fucking beautiful.”
    “It’s
the dress.” Jodie squirmed in her seat. His hand was hot, burning her thigh,
but he didn’t move it any higher, and she really kind of wanted him to. Her
pussy was throbbing, panties shamefully wet. “Versace. Fifteen hundred dollars.
And it’s not even mine.”
    “It’s
not the dress.” He pulled the Bugatti into the Palms, getting out and handing
the valet the keys.
    This
time it was Dorian who opened her door and gave her a hand out. She followed
him into the hotel, which was far more opulent and much less pretentious than
Caesar’s.
    “So
you’re in Vegas for a bachelorette party.” He led her through the lobby, around
the corner to an elevator, but there was no button to push on it.
    “Yeah.
That, and I’m supposed to be on Pawn Stars tomorrow—you know that show?”
    “What
are you selling?” He raised his eyebrows, pulling out his wallet.
    “Don
Quixote. First edition. I found it in my grandmother’s stuff.”
    “That’s
worth quite a chunk of change.” He gave a low whistle as he ran a card through
a reader on the elevator. It opened immediately.
    “You
know books?” She blinked in surprise as they got in. “A private elevator?”
    “I
know rare and precious things,” he countered, grabbing her hips and pulling her
slowly toward him. “Have you ever been fucked in an elevator?”
    “No.”
She shook her head, putting her arms around his neck. His hair was
irresistible. It