Preying on You by Elise Holden Read Free Book Online

again.”
    “ No dancing.” He leaned
back and spread his arms out over the back of the seat. His long
legs slid into the aisle and crossed at the ankle. He looked
relaxed, poised and hot as holy hell sexy. The mystery of the mask
he wore added an extra ounce of tension between my legs and I
couldn’t shake the feeling that he was somehow familiar to me.
Maybe he was some wild movie star or tabloid hit that I’d seen
before. There were a lot of those types that wandered out of the
city to find a good time without prying eyes. Whoever he was, he
knew me far better than I knew him so that put me at a
disadvantage.
    “ Come closer.” Sensing that
any hint of humor had vanished, I shrugged out of my coat and laid
it on the seat. His breath hitched as I turned toward him and sank
into the aisle beside his legs. His gaze was greedy as he took me
in, sweeping slowly over every exposed inch of me, and lingering on
those places that had yet to be revealed tonight.
    I planted my hands on the leather
seat, one arm on either side of him to be sure to give him a prime
view of my breasts. “Well?”
    “ Sex.”
    I smirked. Apparently I wasn’t the
only one who got all hot and bothered during our previous time
together. “I told you, I don’t do sex.”
    “ Correction,” he raised a
finger, “you have never done sex before. There is a difference and an exception
always exists to that rule.”
    I snorted. “You really think a lot of
yourself don’t you, Mr. Dorian.”
    He leaned forward and warmth bloomed
between my legs at the sultry promise in his gaze. “Ethan. That is
what I expect to hear when you moan my name.”
    “ Moan?” I rolled my eyes. I
was not a screamer or a moaner in bed. Most of the guys I fucked
were throw-aways who didn’t deserve to enjoy hearing my pleasure. I
kept that locked away just for me. “Wow. And modest
too!”
    “ It is not a boast, Ms.
Hildebrand but a promise.”
    I leaned back onto my heels and bit
down on my lower lip, tilting my head to the side to make a show of
appraising him. Broad shoulders. Lean, tapered waist. Long legs.
Sexy lips. I could fuck him and enjoy the hell out of it, but there
were my principles to consider and they would cost a
lot.
    “ Why should I make an
exception for you, Mr. Dorian?”
    “ Please, I insist you call
me Ethan.” When he smiled and leaned forward, pausing less than an
inch from my lips, I felt a jolt of electricity run straight
through my abdomen. He cupped the back of my head and molded his
lips to mine in a kiss that felt hot enough to incinerate me. He
tasted sweet, like chilled grapes on a hot summer’s day. I realized
that it was a fine wine that I tasted.
    Did he need it to loosen
himself up? I allowed him to deepen the
kiss, parting my lips to let him slide his tongue in just far
enough for me to bite gently on the tip. He groaned into my mouth,
his fingers clenching tightly to my neck.
    Holy shit! I pushed back on his chest to gasp for
breath. I was starting to think I wanted
to be his prey for the night!
    “ I assure you that you will
be well compensated.” He grinned as he shifted back. I pressed my
fingers to my lips and found them slightly swollen from his
merciless kiss.
    “ How much?” I asked, hating
how breathless I sounded. I’d rather chew nails than admit that
he’d left me a bit light headed too. Damn him!
    “ Five.”
    “ Five thousand?”
    He smirked and brushed his thumb
across my cheek. “Five orgasms.”
    I stared at him, stunned. Did he
really think he could pay me to loosen the belt of my morals for
five orgasms? Although I had to admit that was a mighty fine
number.
    My hesitation must have amused him
because he sank back and replaced his arms on the top of the seat.
“And twenty grand. More than enough for you to thoroughly enjoy
your visit to Vegas.”
    “ How did you
know—?”
    “ Do we have a deal?” He
asked, cutting me off.
    His erection had doubled in size,
easily visible through his gray