Wicked Bad (The Billionaire's Fake Finace 1)

Excerpt

Last night I had only seen him from behind. That view was impressive but nothing compared to what I saw right now. His chest was broad and hard with ridges running down over his abdomen like a ladder. Fine hair sprinkled over his lower abs and a trail of it disappeared beneath his dress pants. Every move he made cause a ripple effect that had me mesmerized.

He pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. They slithered down his legs and he stepped out of them and his shoes.

Naked now except for a pair of black boxers that hugged his body like a second skin, his huge erection strained against the fabric. He advanced like a panther, barely restrained power radiating from him.

He stopped less than a foot from me. “I want you nak**ed.”

He didn’t ask me, he told me. For one second, I thought about saying no, but then I remembered his demands in the elevator. In this room, I was his. I reached behind me and found the short zipper along my lower back. It was all that held the dress in place.

The straps slid off my shoulders, then the dress fell in a silky pool on the floor.

Madden reached out and traced one finger in a lazy circle around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He did the same to the other side, avoiding the now hardened tip. The desire that had cooled suddenly sprang to life again.

Despite the heat of the night, I shivered.

“You are beautiful, Skylar.” His gaze rose until I was looking into intensely dark eyes “And tonight, you’re mine. Come here.”

I took a step forward and now we were only an inch apart. He lifted his hands and ran his fingers lightly up my sides. They danced over my shoulders, up my neck, and one hand tangled in the hair at the base of my neck, holding me still.

Madden lowered his head and his lips ghosted over my jaw. I closed my eyes with a low moan when he nipped at my earlobe. Moisture built between my legs and I shifted, trying for any amount of friction there.

Madden dropped his free hand and dug his fingers into my hip, anchoring me, keeping me from moving at all. He sucked on the skin just under my ear and my legs began trembling. I wanted to touch him, to taste him like he was doing to me, but I couldn’t. Not while he held me in place.

Chapter One

My life was in the toilet. Literally.

I stood back and put the scrub brush back into its holder. This was what my life had come to; cleaning toilets for a living. I’d only been doing it for three days and already hated it. But it was money--pretty decent money--and right now, I had none.

I spritzed the mirror with cleaner and wiped in broad strokes, trying to avoid my own reflection.

I should be in Portland right now, starting my dream job with a dream agency. I’d spent four years busting my as**s with a double major in Accounting and Business Management and it had paid off in a big way.

McKeller and Associates, the largest and most respected accounting firm in Portland had recruited me right before graduation to become a Junior Accountant in their new business development department.

I was supposed to start there last week.

Only instead of starting the amazing new job I’d worked so hard for, I’d been forced to run away from my life I’d built with what money I had saved, only making it as far as Boston.

The crappy motel on the edge of the city wasn’t anything at all, but it was cheap. I’d applied with a temp agency the next morning, though I didn’t dare look for a job in my field. That would be the first place Jacob would look for me. His reach was far and wide and I couldn’t take the chance that he would find me.

So I’d accepted this job.

Cleaning in a huge high rise that had more security than Fort Knox. I even had to sign a nondisclosure.

To clean toilets.

I knew this was the Cross Building. The owner, Madden Cross, had his picture in the lobby, along with three other men, all high management. Every night for the past three I had passed through security and glanced at the picture of Madden. There was no denying that he was handsome. Chiseled chin, strong nose, and piercing blue eyes. Arrogance shone from them even in the photo. A smirk whispered across his lips, as if he were laughing at every person walking past.

His office was on the top floor of the high rise. That was the one I cleaned. There were four large offices, the executive suites, which were always locked.

I was hired to clean the common areas up here. And there were even specific instructions in my contract that stated I was at no time to go into any of the offices for any reason.

Almost as if they thought I might just want to go hog wild, cleaning the executive suites for the fun of it…

I tucked my cleaner and cloth back onto the cart that had everything I needed, and pushed it out of the bathroom. There were only two restrooms on this floor so it really didn't take me long to clean them. It was the dusting I hated. Miles of windows lined the hallway. It was a beautiful view to be sure, but it didn’t make it any better when I had to wash every single one.