Free Roaring Hot! (Contemporary Romance): A Billionaire Biker Romance by Rachelle Ayala

bear.
    “What? You wouldn’t.” A shiver chilled her spine despite the fire fighting its way up from her lower regions.
    He squeezed her arm, firmly, but not enough to hurt. “You have no idea what I would or wouldn’t do. You’ve made me angry. Very angry.”
    Amy shuddered, not because of his domineering touch, or the way his masculine intensity stirred the jelly inside her girly parts. She bit her lip, hating what she was about to do next.
    Lowering her gaze, she touched his forearm, clutching onto him. “I’m afraid of motorcycles. Please don’t make me get on one.”
    “So, the lady begs.” One side of Teo’s mouth lifted in the mother of all smirks. “In exchange, what will you agree to do?”
    “What do you want?” The heat of his touch was turning her brain to mush. His scent, all leather and motor oil, was terribly sexy, and the way he dominated her had her shaking like a leaf in the wind.
    “One night without rules.” He remove his helmet and pulled her into his arms.
    She was resting right up against the fuel tank, so close the heat radiated off the bike, and the vibrations made her heart jitter.
    Her breath barely cleared her throat. “When?”
    “At my choosing.” His lips closed around her earlobe, and his hot breath drew tingles over her neck and shoulders. He nipped her with the edge of his teeth, a sharp reminder of what she’d agreed to—a night without rules.
    Amy swallowed and collected her wits despite the urge to collapse at his feet. Later was later. She had time to strengthen her resolve. If he thought a night without rules would work to his advantage, he didn’t know the first thing about her.
    “Fine, call the limo.” Amy yanked herself from Teo’s grip. “I’ll meet you up front.”
    * * *
    Later that evening, Amy and Teo were having dinner inside a private canal boat he’d rented. The day couldn’t have been more perfect. Was Teo warming up to her or was he getting better at acting?
    Since they’d shot enough footage during the day, the camera crew joined them for beer and refreshments. The water in the canal was calm, and the air hung balmy—a perfect ending to a perfect day. Would a real romantic date with a real boyfriend have ended so pleasantly?
    “Here’s to an awesome first date.” Teo raised his beer mug and tapped it against Amy’s. His phony seductive voice stirred discordant chords in her gut.
    “Oh stop it, you don’t have to say that.” Amy jerked her mug, causing some of the beer to slosh over the side. “They’re not recording this.”
    Everything had been too easy. Teo had taken her shopping, they’d bought souvenirs, visited a chocolate factory, and dined at an old tavern made to look like the inside of an eighteenth century windmill, all wood and stone. All the while, his attention and charm mocked her, like she could only score a sexy hunk on a fake reality show date, not real life.
    Teo dipped his head toward her, his arm around her shoulder. “Come on, admit it. You enjoyed yourself with me.”
    Across from them, the cameraman readied the video recorder and lights, and the soundman propped up the mics.
    “It was fun,” Amy whispered. “Do they really have to record everything I say?”
    “Yes, unless we’re behind closed doors.” He spoke into her ear. Tingles sizzled down her spine at the way his voice flowed, smooth and seductive. His sexy scent stimulated her belly to clench with desire.
    “Sorry, not in my contract.” She clamped her lips shut and tamped down the pesky hormones rioting down under. She had to put some distance between them or she’d succumb to his honeyed tongue.
    Flushing at the thought of his pointy tongue, she stood to scoot away from him. The boat jostled with a loud, splintering thump. Amy lost her balance and landed in Teo’s lap. The heat rising from his crotch burned through the thin fabric of her dress, and she swallowed hard.
    Men’s voices shouted, and the sound of scuffles pounded on deck. The