Beauty and the Billionaire Bachelors

“You do have a wild streak somewhere in there, don't you?” he asked as my wet warmth covered my fingers. I groaned as he slowly circled my clit and ran his finger to my entrance.

“I-I can’t do this here. We’re in a hallway.” I didn’t even recognize the raspiness of my own voice.

“Call me Hawk. I want to hear my name on your lips when I’m fucking you. You understand?” he asked as he plunged a second finger inside me.

My head fell back against the wall. His fingers were thick and skilled. My hips jumped at every touch.

“Do you want more? Do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to fuck you? Tell me.”

I laughed and he pressed my clit with his thumb, almost bringing me to my knees. Holy shit. The heat radiating off our bodies was palatable. I liked it and now, more than even I imagined, I wanted more.

“Hawk, I can't do this,” I whispered, knowing I was clenching and gripping his fingers with sudden rhythm.

“Why not?” he asked, running his lips down my neck. My eyes closed from the intensity of everything we were doing.

The eroticism of potentially being caught. The taboo of hooking up with a customer on my first night. The good girl in me craving this bad boy. Knowing everything about this was wrong. So much wrong.

“Look at me. I want to see the lust in your eyes,” he commanded.

I was lost in pleasure and sensation. His fingers had taken me to the brink of insanity. I had no thoughts. No power to make a rational decision. I was drawn to this man. This complete stranger like a moth to a flame.

3

Kane

As she looked up at me, she bit down on her lower lip, and I was within an inch of losing what self-control I had.

“Babe, you have no idea how much I'd like to bend you over right here, right now, and ...”

“What a gentleman,” she scoffed between breaths.

“I have never claimed to be and clearly you must know that, considering all those tabloids you read,” I replied, plunging my fingers into her deeper than before.

She moaned low in her throat. I could feel her walls tightening around me, getting ready to send her over the edge, but I refused to let her go. I slowed the tempo and pulled one finger out and then the second. She whimpered at the loss.

Oh, how I loved that sound.

It was like a drug to me.

She drew in a shallow breath, unable to speak. I smiled, knowing that I had her right where I wanted her.

“What if someone comes in this way? I don't want to be known as the girl who fucked Kane Hawkins in a hallway.”

I brushed the hair from her shoulder. “So I was right? You do want to fuck me.”

“Yes.” She paused. “No,” she said, averting her eyes from my stare. “Yes.”

I took her hand, threading my fingers through hers, and led her to the storage room.

“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened.

“Baby, you might not know this, but there are two things I never joke about: football and fucking.”

She bit her lip in that sexy way again as I pulled her into the room with me. There was a long table on one side that was stacked with takeout boxes. On the opposite wall was a tower of shelves overflowing with silverware, salt, pepper, napkins, and beer pilsners.

The other space was filled with cases of beer and kegs. I looked at the table. It would work.

I locked the door.