Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance by A.C. Arthur (detective books to read txt) 📕

She could write this story with or without RJ, but because of the past she should’ve known would be this prevalent between them, the small measure of guilt she still felt from walking away from him, and the love he’d so freely offered her long ago, she wanted his approval.

That thought had occurred to her late last night as she’d lain in bed thinking of their impromptu reunion. She’d left him to pursue her goals on her own. To be here now, in this place, wanting him to accept her as a journalist, was a bit ironic.

“Keep your enemies close. Remember you used to say that?” She knew he not only recalled one of his favorite quotes, but that he’d probably already been thinking it. “Since you already know who my sources for the story will be, what if I give you a summary of my meetings with them so you have some idea of what’s being said?”

It was an olive branch, one she didn’t have to offer. One she probably shouldn’t have offered because it could be construed as showing bias and if Eddie found out he’d definitely yank her off this story and probably never hire her again. Yet she wanted RJ to believe that she’d protect his family with the same fervor and loyalty as him. She wanted to make amends.

He tilted his head, contemplating her words. RJ considered a situation from every angle before making a decision. He possessed a brilliant analytical mind that some overlooked because they were too in awe of his handsome features, deep umber-toned skin and muscled physique.

“You expect me to trust you?”

“I expect you to remember.” Even though she kept telling herself not to focus on the past. “To reach deep down inside to that time when we both trusted each other implicitly. You knew back then when I was covering some of the Fashion Week shows that I’d never write anything false or harmful about your family.”

Of course, that had also been the time they’d been sleeping together every night, cuddling in each other’s arms in the early morning and promising to love each other forever.

“You sure you want me to remember, Gracie?”

He closed the space between them with one quick movement, standing only a breath away from her now as he lifted a strong hand and cupped her neck. She moved with the action, didn’t have much choice over her faithless body, stepping into him and the intense partial embrace. He’d begun calling her Gracie a few months after they’d started dating and she’d taken it as an endearment, her heart fluttering each time she heard it. Today was no different.

“I want you to...” She paused, the next words lodging in her throat. What the hell did she want at this moment? So many things were flying through her mind. Snippets from their past, touches, kisses, declarations of feelings she hadn’t felt in far too long. She couldn’t concentrate.

“You want me to what?” His question was a mere whisper as he lowered his face to hers. “To kiss you? To touch you?”

His lips were only inches away when she opened her mouth to speak, their gazes locked, bodies touching. “Trust me.” The two words were a breathy whisper.

He brushed his lips over hers and she gasped, needing more than just that teasing touch and hating how clear that thought was in her mind now.

“You trust me, Gracie?” he asked while lacing his other arm around her back, pressing her to him. “Say you do.”

Right now she’d say about anything if he’d just kiss her. Urgency, that’s all she could think about. The feel of her breasts pressed against his hard chest, the strength of his touch engulfing her, the throbbing of his dick against her, they were all taking center stage. With that knowledge it occurred to her that this may not be such a good idea, that mixing business with what she was certain would be fantastic pleasure held the potential to go horribly wrong. Grace didn’t give a damn; she’d never been one to deny herself pleasure. “I do,” she whispered before cursing and closing that breath of space between their lips.

CHAPTER FIVE

IT ONLY TOOK seconds for the years they’d been apart to melt away. They were right back in his penthouse, on one of the many evenings he’d come home from work and they’d been unable to keep their hands off each other. But something told RJ this was going to be different.

His mouth slanted over hers; she leaned into him, touching her tongue to his. Every cell in his body came alive again, filling him from the inside out with warmth, need and satisfaction. He moaned into her, keeping his eyes closed, because if this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. She felt just like she used to, fitting into his embrace as if they’d been specially made for each other. Moving his hand down her back, he crushed her against him until they both moaned. She’d lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, and now her hands were pressed to the back of his head.

Tongues and teeth, gasps and groans, mingled fiercely. All he could think was that he wanted more. It only took one step forward from him, one back from her, and she was near the sofa again. He eased his hands down past her plump ass to the backs of her thighs so he could lift her legs and wrap them around his waist. He used to love entering her this way, pumping deep and fast inside her until she cried out his name. As if he were taking that memory seriously, his hips were thrusting, his thick erection pressing against her like they’d already removed their clothes and decided to have sex.

But they hadn’t. It wasn’t even something he’d considered when he found her at the bar a while ago. He’d only searched her out to