Free The Power Billionaire: The Complete Series (BBW Erotic Romance Trilogy) by Angelina Spears Page A

voice trailed off and I was afraid he had changed his mind about telling me.
    “Tell me, James. If this is as bad as you think it is, I need to know.”
    “Grayson Holmes is secretly funding terrorism.”
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 6
     
    It was mid-morning and I’d managed to reach the Palm Beach airport just in time to see Grayson’s private jet land. It helped that I hadn’t been driving. No, Grayson had had his Maybach pick me up at my grandmother’s place so I could meet him as he joined me in Florida.
    I had called him right after I left Special Agent Evartt. However, I couldn’t bring myself to share what I’d learned. Not over the phone anyway. For all I knew, I was associating with an actual terrorist. When I told him I had to have sex with the man, Grayson took it well. In fact, that’s when he said he was flying down to Florida first thing in the morning.
    It had been less than a week since we’d seen each other but I was taken aback by how attractive he was. How could I have forgotten so many details in so little time? He was tall and well-built – nothing like Evartt, of course. He instead had a swimmer’s body which was, I had to admit, much less intimidating. He walked down from the plane and the wind caught in his sports jacket, making it billow dramatically behind him. He looked like a movie star.
    “I’m so glad you came, Merrin.”
    Before I could answer, he reached me and took me in his arms. He crushed his mouth against mine and I was lost. Now I remembered why I had waited so restlessly next to the phone for two days. I’d missed him tremendously. I ached for him.
    “Grayson, we need to talk.”
    “It’s not all I need.”
    He winked at me and we didn’t say anything more as the flight steward gave his luggage and briefcase to the driver who then proceeded to stow everything away in the trunk. When he couldn’t wait any longer, Grayson opened the door for me and we both got in the backseat. I could never get used to this car; it was so spacious, so luxurious.
    There were two leather seats in the back separated by a console which also housed a refrigerator. Once Grayson was settled in, he turned on some music, raised the electrotransparent partition screen between the driver and the rear, and pushed the button to bring out the window curtains. Within seconds, we were completely isolated from the outside world.
    “I’ve missed you,” he said.
    “Me too, Grayson. I need to tell you what I learned.”
    “Did you enjoy using the Mata Hari approach to getting information?”
    Before I could answer, I felt myself moving. It wasn’t the car, I was being tilted back. Grayson was reclining my seat.
    “What are you doing?”
    “When I said I missed you, I meant I missed you. All of you.”
    The car started rolling and I saw through the window we were moving away from the tarmac. I glanced at the billionaire next to me and his face was becoming a mask of desire. Without ceremony, he removed his jacket.
    “Did you enjoy yourself while you were being taken by a federal agent?”
    “I don’t wanna talk about this.”
    “Why? Are you ashamed?”
    Truthfully, I was mad at myself for having slept with another man in the first place and having enjoyed it so much to boot. Maybe Evartt had been right when he called me a whore.
    “Tell me, Merrin. Do you think I’ll get mad if you admit the truth?”
    “Won’t you?”
    “I played with myself last night as I pictured you with him.”
    My head snapped toward him.
    “Does that shock you?” he asked.
    “This is twisted.”
    “I love that you obeyed me, that you gave yourself to another man for me. I’m still hot for you, Merrin. Probably more than ever.”
    He rose from his seat and placed himself above me. He took my hand and brought it to his groin.
    “Can you feel it?”
    Before I could answer, he kissed me feverishly. As much as I needed time to sort out my feelings, my doubts, I was overtaken by yearning. I kissed him back with the