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

She silently agreed. When they were at the hot tub, she placed her drink near the edge and stood to remove her sarong and flip-flops. He rounded the tub and did the same with his drink, then lifted his shirt over his head before kicking off his own sandals. They both stepped into the hot tub from opposite sides and eased down onto the bench.

“You still give those killer massages?” RJ asked, spreading his arms over the lip of the tub like wings.

Damn he looked good. Like really sexy delicious good lounging there with his naked chest and smoldering dark brown eyes.

“Haven’t given anyone a massage in a very long time.” She reached for her drink. She should’ve gotten it straight, or better yet, asked for whiskey instead. Brown liquor hit her harder and usually knocked her on her ass pretty quickly, which was why she didn’t have it while out in public. But tonight, she probably needed to be knocked out. Otherwise she had no idea how she was going to get through the rest of this night with RJ so close and so damn alluring.

“No boyfriend?” he asked.

She tilted her head and eyed him sarcastically. “Fine time to ask that question, don’t you think?” He’d been the one to bring up yesterday’s cabana tryst earlier this morning; now it was her turn.

“Touché,” he said with a sly grin. “So no boyfriend at the moment. That’s good.”

“Why’s that good? Because you don’t have a girlfriend at the moment?” She hadn’t recalled any tabloids saying RJ had a girlfriend.

“That, and because I don’t poach on another man’s property.”

She tossed her head back and laughed. “Now you know damn well I’d never allow myself to be considered someone’s property.”

“You know what I mean. If you’re seeing someone, you’re not doing anything with me. Period.”

She sobered. “I wasn’t aware that I was doing something with you now?”

Silence. As sure as the water bubbling around them was warm and the night was dark.

He reached for his glass, wrapped his long fingers around it and brought it to his lips. “I meant what I said about enjoying our kiss in the cabana,” he said after taking a drink.

She’d enjoyed it, too, which was why she was still staring at his fingers on that glass instead of responding to his comment immediately. Remembering the feel of his hands on her was taking a quick and potent toll on her body.

“Did you like when I kissed you?”

First, she had to take another drink herself—a gulp was more like it—and she really wished for that whiskey now. Surely the dark liquor would’ve been strong enough to wash away the feeling that her body was more than a little prepared to totally betray her once again. “I wouldn’t have said I did if it wasn’t true. I always like when you kiss me.” She looked down into her glass. Her drink was half gone and she already wanted another. Anything to stop this burning need from attacking her.

“I liked how you tasted.” He took another drink before placing his glass on the rim of the pool again. “Smooth and sweet just like that drink.” When he nodded toward the glass, she followed the action with her gaze.

He was just about finished with his drink as well; just a few cubes of ice and barely a finger of red liquid was left.

“Your mouth was so warm and welcoming,” he continued. “I remember all the sweet, sexy things you used to do with your lips on me. So that quick, hot taste of you again made me feel drunker than I ever have from consuming any amount of alcohol.”

As she’d thought a few minutes ago, Grace had memories, too. Of the impromptu blow jobs she’d given him while he’d been driving, which could’ve easily ended with them veering off the road. Of kissing over each hardened nipple of his pecs, tangling her tongue in his mouth until they both moaned for more. She licked her lips and crossed one leg over the other, pressing one thigh down tightly over the other. “Why’re you doing this?” Her voice sounded low, quiet, pitiful.

“I want to kiss you again,” he said simply. “And more. How do you feel about that?”

RJ wanted to kiss her again. Her gaze flew to his mouth. His bottom lip was heavier than the top. She used to like sucking on it, dragging her tongue along the soft plumpness of his skin. That mouth, neatly framed by his goatee, was the most dangerous part of this beautiful man. His hands were another enticing feature, followed by the thick long dick that she knew from experience would rival any vibrator ever created.

Grace finished her drink, put her glass down and looked him directly in the eye. “I feel like that’s probably inevitable.” That was the damn truth. It would’ve been nice to say “Hell no, we’re not going there. We’re going to keep this just business and that’s all.” But every word of that would’ve been a lie, and if there was one thing Grace had never done, it was lie to RJ.

The next move was on him. Sure, she could simply stand up, cross the hot tub and straddle him, but he’d initiated this conversation. She wanted to see where exactly he planned to take it.

Before that could happen, someone called to RJ from the pool and just like that, the thick haze of desire that had cocooned them in the warmth of the bubbling water was cracked.

RJ didn’t speak right away but the immediate furrow of his brow said he was irritated. Well, good, ’cause now thanks to him she was hornier than she’d been in she didn’t know how long. If she had to suffer, so the hell did he. With that thought she stood and climbed out of the tub, knowing he watched the sway of her ass as she made her retreat.

“C’mon,