ROMANCE: The French Billionaire (A Dark New Adult Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire Romance,Contemporary Romance,Untamed Billionaire,Short Stories) by Lisa Cartwright Read Free Book Online

almost lost. She took it, and Emily took a sip, unsure what to say.
    “A pleasure to meet you as well.” She said before taking another sip, and his smile grew. He lounged in the chair in the sitting room, motioning for her to sit as well. Emily thought for a moment, but when glancing into his eyes she found herself sitting down.
    “See. You’re relaxing.” He said, chuckling deeply, and she couldn’t help but to get wet even though she tried to hide it. There was something about those eyes and that deep chuckle that pulled her in, but out of the corner of her eye she could swear that there was a flash of red.
    “I suppose so, but I should really get going.” She said, and he shook his head still smiling lightly.
    “Why is that? You can enjoy yourself after work.” He said teasing her, and she blushed a little.
    “I suppose so.” She replied, and Allen just shook his head.
    “Wait. Am I keeping you from someone?” He said, and he tipped the wine to pour her another glass as she finished her first. His hand brushed her arm, making her shiver. She looked at him, and he was still standing close as her hands shook while she took another drink.
    “No.” She squeaked out, and he shook his head almost in disbelief.
    “I can’t believe that. A beautiful girl like you? There must be someone waiting at home.” He said, as if daring her to tell him otherwise, and she shook her head. Emily had lost her voice with those eyes staring at her.
    “Beautiful?” She said, and she put her wine glass down. He smiled, and Allen didn’t take another moment before he put two fingers under her chin, gently tilting it up to look her in the eyes.
    “Gorgeous.” He whispered before his lips met hers.
    It was fire in her veins as he kissed her, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter by the moment as his lips moved over hers in a dance she wasn’t expecting. She couldn’t help but to groan as her eyes fluttered closed and his fingers wrapped in her hair. She shivered when Allen pushed his tongue over hers, caressing it as if he knew exactly how to play her where she was moaning with parted lips when he finally broke it and pulled away.
    He smiled at her, tracing a finger down her cheek and to her neck. Allen traced the curve of her vein as she groaned a little, looking over him. Emily’s eyes raked down, and she could see the bulge in his pants. It was large, and her eyes widened. A soft moan escaped her lips again as he chuckled, and Allen leaned down to whisper in hear ear. His breath was hot against her, and it made a shiver run down her spine.
    “I know you’re wet.” He teased her, and she started to bite her bottom lip, unable to respond.
    She just looked up at him where he kissed her one more time. Allen pressed his lips to hers a little more aggressively this time as his hands went around the back to unsnap her bra. He pulled her top off of her, and Emily let him as she blushed. Her bra slid to the ground, and she was left in just her skirt and the small heels she was wearing. Allen’s fingers reached down to tweak her nipple, rolling it between his fingers as she groaned.
    “You want this don’t you?” He asked her, knowing he wanted to hear her say it. He tugged on her nipple a little harder when all she did was moan, and her attention snapped back to him.
    “Yes.” She whispered after he repeated the question, arching into his hands as he started to tweak and tug on her other nipple, sending shivers of excitement through her.
    She could feel her wetness starting to make a damp spot on her silky panties, and little did she know that Allen could smell it. He groaned as the smell of her blood and arousal mingled together, setting everything about him on edge. She closed her legs together tightly, but he smirked as he kissed her neck, wanting to sink his fangs into her. Just not yet. He reminded himself as her shaking fingers went to undo his shirt.

Chapter Four
    “Then get on your knees.” He whispered,