The PlayBear Billionaire: A Bear Shifter Romance by Maria Amor Read Free Book Online

felt like an hour.
    They both sagged against the couch at almost the same moment, utterly spent, panting for breath, and Daphne closed her eyes, the haze of orgasm filling her veins with a sensation of warm, runny honey dripping through her. She thought idly that she had never been so incredibly satisfied in her entire life, the aftershocks of her climax rippling like electric spasms through every muscle, along every nerve, deep down along her bones as she drifted into a doze.

CHAPTER 3
    Alexander found himself staring off into space after Daphne left, wondering at the impulse that had led him to seduce her; he smiled to himself, almost chuckling as he remembered the way she had sprung up from the couch. “Shit, shit,” she had said, running her fingers through her hair and struggling to smooth it. “How long have I been here? I was only supposed to be away for thirty minutes—forty-five at most.” Alexander had taken the opportunity of feasting his eyes on her as she picked up her clothes from the floor and began to get dressed hurriedly, looking around in a flurry of panic.
    “You’re fine,” Alexander had told her, sitting up on the couch. “You don’t have any other spokespeople you’re responsible for, right?”
    “No,” she had said. She slithered into her jeans and stepped into her shoes, smoothing her hair again anxiously. “But I still have to get back.” Alexander had stalled her for only a few moments longer, stopping her short of grabbing her things to give her a lingering kiss.
    “Call me when you get off of work,” he had told her, smiling slowly. “You’ve got my number—you know it’s the real one.” Daphne had flashed a timorous, pleased smile and nodded, leaving in a scattered welter.
    Alexander tilted his head back; he needed to get back to work—he knew he did—but the image of Daphne in his head was utterly distracting. A flash of memory in his brain brought back to him the revelation of her naked body, the way her breasts had fit perfectly against his palms, the pink-red flush that had crept across her chest, the darkening of her eyes, the way her lips had tasted. He shuddered, remembering how tight she had been, how wet and hot and utterly intoxicating. He had known in an instant that she was turned on—that she was more than ready for him, long before he had stripped her clothes off.
    The shift in her pheromones had hit his nose like the scent of lilies, almost overwhelming in its potency. Her arousal had smelled sweet—rich like honey, with a subtle warm musk fragrance that had driven him nearly out of his mind. If she had told him no—if she had told him to stop—he would have pulled back immediately. His essence might be part animal, but from a young age his father had taught him that that was no excuse for animalistic behavior.
    Alexander clenched his teeth, closing his eyes and breathing in slowly as he remembered the feeling of Daphne’s body wrapped around him. He had wanted to cover himself in her sweat, to keep moving inside of her forever, to mark her unmistakably as his own. He had been shocked by the intensity of his own feelings as they reached orgasm almost at the same moment, Daphne’s body tensing and flexing around him in spasms just a moment before he hit his own peak.
    What is so different about Daphne? Alexander wondered. On paper, he had seen women who were more beautiful. He had slept with women who were every bit as gorgeous as she was. He had been able to put the image of them aside immediately after their trysts, had been able to forget their faces, their names, everything about them by will if not effortlessly.
    But the impression he had of Daphne, fragrant and hot and thrilling to his touch, flustered and frantic, dozing in his arms in the oblivion of pleasure, lingered in his thoughts for over an hour after she left, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on the reports that had come into his email—reports that needed direct and swift