Riley’s Billionaire by Sunny Cole Read Free Book Online

distinctively red slip of silk.
    Riley blushed furiously and shoved against him, trying to disengage, but he held her fast.
    ‘Chérie, if you’re going to molest my underwear, the least you owe me is a kiss, no?’ Then he laughed loudly and hugged her before wrapping his arms tighter around her. ‘I just wanted you to know before I ravish you that this is the first time a woman has ever made me laugh during foreplay.’
    Riley tried once more to get away from him. ‘We are not making love.’
    Jack’s laughter faded, and he lifted her so that her legs had nothing to do but dangle or wrap about his waist. ‘Not yet. But we will, chérie.’ His words were a threat laced with promise. ‘Perhaps our little business arrangement will be pleasurable after all.’
    Riley started to protest, and would have done so loudly, but Jack smothered the sounds with his mouth moving over hers, his tongue flitting in to duel with hers. Heat built between them, begun by laughter, fuelled by desire, and leaving no doubt they wanted one another.
    This is not what I want! Riley warred between desire and determination. But it was what she wanted. Ever since he’d purchased those stupid coffee mugs then taken her shopping and made her feel like a princess.
    She pushed against him again. ‘No,’ she whimpered, remembering her resolve never to have sex with him. She couldn’t — mustn’t — no children.
    His breathing was as ragged as hers, and the strength she felt from him as he held her against the wall was both possessive and protective. He’d never take her against her will, but he had to fight against both their desires.
    Slowly, he lowered her, both of them reluctant to end what had begun. His eyes searched her face, and Riley could tell he knew she wanted him. All it would take would be a little encouragement, and he’d complete the seduction.
    His fingers slipped against her heaving breasts, and he dragged the silk from its hiding place, slowly, not teasingly, but definitely painstakingly enough to let her know he was aware of every breathing inch of her.
    ‘Come.’ His voice was no longer filled with laughter. ‘I’ll show you where leave our clothes to get laundered. Then we’ll go down for dinner. I’ll go ahead of you and give you some space.’
    Dinner didn’t go quite as Jack had hoped; for one thing, Patrick joined them. Amelia’s nephew was a consummate womaniser, who generally skipped meals with them, always out on a date trying to make a new conquest. But there he was, sitting directly across from Riley, and entertaining her with this tale or that. Riley, to Jack’s chagrin, seemed to enjoy the attention and seemed more than willing to engage. It was as if she dropped all defences and opened up, hardly like she’d ever been with her husband.
    Between their main course and dessert at Cadigal Inn’s restaurant, The Blue Fox, the brash boy even leaned across the table and grasped Riley’s hands delightedly.
    ‘I feel as if I’ve known you for years!’
    For the first time since he’d known Fitzgerald, Jack saw what appeared to be a genuine smile. No...a beam.
    Riley blushed, and Jack couldn’t lay a finger on why, but suddenly he was jealous, almost in an instant rage. He had only seen her blush when he confronted her after she’d rummaged around in his underwear drawer.
    Patrick was apparently oblivious to the discomfort coming from Amelia and Jack. He released Riley’s hands but added what was the cherry on the cake of Jack’s day. ‘I don’t suppose you have a jagged scar on your lower abdomen, do you?’ The arrogant ass laughed. ‘Because if you do, we have some catching up to do.’
    With Patrick’s words, Amelia choked on her coffee until her eyes watered. Jack was torn between concern for Amelia and anger toward Patrick that he’d have the bad manners to blatantly flirt with Riley.
    Patrick moved toward Amelia, to his right, and thumped her none-too-lightly on the back. ‘Darling, are