The Banker (Banker 1)

I’d just watched him kiss those other women minutes ago, and instead of being disgusted by being the third in line, all I could think about was how good his mouth tasted. His cologne was purely masculine, and when I felt his hard muscles brush against me, I wanted to sink my nails into his skin. My thighs tightened, and I breathed into his mouth as my hand gripped his thigh under the table. He was a solid rock under my fingertips, pure muscle stretching denim. My mouth naturally matched his cadence, moving past his and receiving his tongue with vigor. I sucked his bottom lip before I gave him mine. There was nothing I liked about this man besides his looks, and I never thought I could have such an incredible kiss with a man I could barely tolerate. I had never experienced lust quite like this, where physical attraction was more important than anything else.

His kiss slowed to a gradual halt. His final embrace was a gentle suck on my bottom lip. Just like an intense workout, he gave me a nice cooldown before he ended it altogether. He pulled his face away while his eyes were still glued to my lips. “Let’s go.” He took my hand and guided me out of the booth.

I didn’t appreciate being told what to do. I didn’t appreciate the assumption that I would go to bed with him just because he kissed me. But my eyes stayed on the prize, and I focused on why I was there in the first place.

To save my father.

We walked into the building and took the elevator to the top floor. There was no one in the lobby and the sidewalk was deserted, so I assumed he owned the entire building. A multibillionaire probably protected his privacy above all else—even if he had to drop millions on an entire building.

The doors opened to a luxurious living room and the sound of classical music in the background.

But I didn’t have a chance to look around for clues before I was yanked into his arms for a kiss. His hand gripped the hair tie that kept my hair in place then he yanked out the remaining pins hidden in my brown hair. His mouth continued to move with mine, and he was much more aggressive than he’d been at the club. He gripped my ass then scooped me up before he carried me down the hallway.

My arms circled his neck, and I continued to kiss him, feeling my arousal seep into my panties. It’d been over a month since I’d had a man in my bed, and the sex hadn’t been all that great. There was no doubt in my mind this man knew how to fuck—so I decided to enjoy it.

I explored his shoulders and back through the cotton shirt and imagined how he would look in nothing but his birthday suit. He would be just as gorgeous, but even better because his package was probably impressive. A man couldn’t be so arrogant unless he was packing a big dick in his pants.

He lowered me onto the bed and kissed me for a few more seconds before he rose to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head. He was carved out of marble, the lines separating his muscles so deep he looked like a statue. His pecs were hard and wide, and his narrow waist was a complex display of rivers and mountains of muscle.

Now it was no surprise he could get laid whenever he wanted.

“Christina.” He undid his jeans and dropped them to the floor so he was in only his boxers.

I didn’t focus on the outline of his erection through the material because I was stunned by what he said. “Christina?”

His knees hit the bed, and then he leaned down to a kiss woman beside me.

A woman I hadn’t noticed because I’d been too focused on him.

He kissed her hard on the mouth then pulled her panties down her long legs.

I was in too much shock to move.

This asshole brought me here for a threeway?

After he finished kissing her, he moved over me and grabbed one of my heels to slip it off.

I yanked my foot out of his grasp. “Are you kidding me right now?”

He stilled on top of me, his eyes narrowing on my face.

I’d already had to talk myself into sleeping with him in the first place, but there was no way in hell I could talk myself into a threeway. It would do nothing to further my agenda anyway. I was just another body in a bed to fulfill his fantasies. There was no intimate connection that would allow me to manipulate him. I would be kicked out first thing in the morning, or I wouldn’t even make it through the night. He wouldn’t pay any attention to me ever again. I would be another notch on his belt before he moved on to the next. He probably wouldn’t even remember this night in a few weeks.