Undisclosed Desire: An Alpha Billionaire Romance: + bonus novel by Linnea May Read Free Book Online Page A

feels it. Through half closed eyes, I can see him lose control as well, as he finds his release inside me. I cannot believe we are actually climaxing together, both moaning and groaning, insane with lust and release.
    This has never happened to me before. Not like this. Not after I just met someone.
    Then again, there have been a lot of firsts this night.
     
    ***
     
    I return home the next morning, unsure what to tell Yuka. That I have had a one-night stand? It would not be the first, even after the short time we have lived together – though I am not proud to admit that.
    But what happened between me and Evan last night appears to be so much more. The sex was so intense, so different, so intimate. As if I have known him forever.
    After our first climax together, he untied my sore wrists and we took advantage of the whirlpool in his luxury hotel room. He wrapped his strong arms around me and his hands soon wandered off to other places, teasing and caressing my most sensitive spot. There was nothing I could do. He made me come again, one hand closing around my throat to gently choke me while the other played havoc with my swollen clit. I didn’t think I’d have another in me, but he proved me wrong.
    I was worn out, tired, but completely satisfied when he wrapped me in a soft, giant towel afterwards and – despite my protest – put me into bed next to him, where I dozed off in his arms.
    There are so many questions I want to ask him. But he was unwilling to answer any of them. He hushed me last night, and he did it again this morning. He also insisted on his "No fights" rule and ignored my protest when he called a car to take me home. Not a cab, no, a limousine.
    "You don't have to impress me anymore," I joked as he accompanied me downstairs to the lobby. "You got what you wanted, remember?”
    He casts me a concerned look. “And you didn’t?”
    I blushed. That was a stupid thing to say. Why did I have to keep insulting him?
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Of course I did. I didn’t mean to –”
    “Forget about it,” he interrupted, handing me a little card. Not a real business card, just a little note with his name and his number on it.
    "It's up to you now," he said, as he sent me off.
    Up to me. Again. As pushy and confident as he is on the one hand, he sure wants to be certain that the interest is mutual.
    I try to be as quiet as possible when I enter the apartment. It is not even ten a.m. and both Yuka and I are usually still asleep at this time, if possible.
    Much to my surprise she is already up, though. I find her sitting at our small kitchen table, reading a magazine and sipping on her first morning coffee.
    She grins at me. "Good morning, party girl."
    "Good morning, bar slave," I reply. "How come you're up already?"
    She rolls her eyes. "Brunch date with someone who thinks that it's okay to chase people out of the house at eleven a.m."
    "Mean," I comment, as I pour myself a coffee.
    "So," she says after I sat down opposite of her. "How was it? Nice guy?"
    I smile. "I wouldn't say 'nice', but interesting and fun for sure."
    Yuka raises her eyebrows. "Ooh, that sounds intriguing! I'd pester you with questions, but I haven't even taken a shower yet and really need to get ready."
    Thank God.
    "Have fun," I say as she gets up from the chair.
    She winks at me. “Oh, don’t think you’re getting away that easily. I’ll haunt you with indecent questions later!”
    I reply with an awkward laughter and wave her off. She casts me one last menacing look before she leaves the kitchen.
    I languidly reach over the table to pull the magazine she was reading over to my side. Yuka is a sucker for the kind of women's magazines that report about nothing but fashion, make-up and gossip about famous people, who I could care less about.
    I never actually read anything in them, but they are a good way to kill time when there is nothing else to do than to drink my desperately needed morning coffee – and to get him