The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

It was damn tempting. Because she had him clinging to the ledge, dangling by his fingertips.

His head fell back against the top of the seat and he stared up at the ceiling of the car, fighting for just enough composure to keep it together a few minutes more, hating that they weren’t in his hotel suite already. He swallowed down a lump of desire and willed some control when all he really wanted to do was haul her into his lap so that she straddled him and let her ride his dick until they both let go and gave in to the free fall of a powerful release.

He still had one hand wedged between her thighs and he raked the other through his hair. Wished his heart weren’t slamming against his ribs.

Her lips smoothed over the spot on his throat where she’d bitten him. She hadn’t drawn blood, but he was damn certain there were teeth indentations in his flesh. He didn’t care about that. What mattered was that he could make her come so hard she nearly took a chunk out of him. And he hadn’t even gotten serious yet.

The car reached the hotel and a valet opened the door. Michael stepped out, uncomfortable as hell and tugging Scarlet along with him. She kept herself glued to him, a little unstable on her four-inch boot heels. He knew it wasn’t from the martini. And gloated inwardly over how he’d completely unraveled her.

Though he couldn’t be too cocky. She was doing the same to him.

They walked through the lobby, mostly empty this time of night. Entering an elevator, Michael inserted his electronic key into the slot above the panel of buttons and hit PH for the penthouse.

They traveled in silence up to the top floor, but the air between them, surrounding them, was sexually charged, crackling with anticipation. It felt like an eternity before the elevator came to a halt. He grabbed his card key and headed for the double doors of his room, Scarlet keeping pace with his brisk stride.

Once inside the penthouse, he tossed the key on the table in the center of the foyer and pulled her farther into the suite, primarily cast in shadows, aside from the dim glow of strategically placed security lights and the wall of windows with the drapes swept away to reveal the San Francisco skyline, featuring the landmark Transamerica Pyramid.

He shrugged out of his leather jacket and left it on a sofa. Then he hastily untied the sash at her waist and divested her of her coat. His fingers curled around the material of her skirt, just below her hips, and he yanked the dress up and over her head, adding it to the mounting pile of clothing.

His jaw worked rigorously as he took in the sight of her in a red satin and black lace bra, matching panties, and the sexy as sin thigh-high boots.

There wasn’t a woman on the catwalk back at the club who could hold a candle to her. Scarlet Drake was perfection in his eyes.

Michael would have taken a moment to thank his lucky stars that this gorgeous creature was single and standing in the middle of his living room, but he couldn’t keep his hands off her that long.

As his mouth crashed over hers, his arm slipped around her and he unfastened her bra with the pinching of his finger and thumb. Still kissing her, he whisked the lingerie away and then cupped her breasts, every one of his nerve endings igniting as he caressed the full, firm mounds and brushed the pads of his thumbs over her puckered nipples.

She gripped his biceps and held on as he backed her up against the oversized desk. His hands left her breasts and he grabbed her about the waist to hoist her up so she sat on the mahogany surface.

He caught the sides of her skimpy thong in the crook of his index fingers and stripped the material away as she lifted slightly to facilitate the undressing. He left her boots on.

His forearms hooked the backs of her knees and he spread her legs wide, with both heels planted on the desk. She flattened her palms against the surface at her hips. Licked her lips and gave him a provocative look.

“You know I want you,” she said. Stirring his emotions as much as she ratcheted his lust.

Michael’s fingertips glided along her p

ussy lips. “You know what I want first.”

He sank to his knees and blew a breath over her glistening flesh.

She let out a small cry.

He held her thighs open as his tongue slowly, lightly, caressed her tight, highly tempting pink parts. Sampling her. Teasing her.

She threaded her fingers through his hair again. “This is about to get out of control, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Though he was fairly certain it already had. He’d purposely evaded her for months. Then he’d taken one look at her and he’d had to have her.

At the moment, however, he was solely dedicated to pleasuring her with his mouth.

He spread her folds with his thumbs and his tongue fluttered over her clit. Her hips jerked as she gasped.

“Michael,” she said on a sharp moan. “It’s been forever since anyone’s done this to me.”

“You taste so damn good,” he muttered. Then continued flickering his tongue against the little pearl.

Her inner thighs quivered. Her breathy pants of air filled the otherwise quiet room.