Free Billion Dollar Bear: BBW Paranormal Billionaire Romance (Bad Boy Alphas) by Catherine Vale Page B

sensitive flesh of her
earlobe. “I know I shouldn’t want you, that it would be easier for the both of
us if we just kept this professional… but I can’t help myself and quite
frankly, I don’t fucking want to.”
          “I… I want
you too, Jericho,” Becca whispered, fisting her hands in her lap to keep from
touching him. His intoxicating scent was fogging her mind up this close, making
it hard to keep hold of the rational thought she so desperately needed. “I
just… I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get you out of my head
afterwards.”
          “So don’t,”
Jericho replied, pressing a kiss to the spot just below her earlobe. A drop of
heat slid through her skin and down into her nerve endings, making her tingle.
“Just give into it,” he whispered, “Stop wasting time and just let me have you.
You know you can’t resist me for much longer anyway.”
          Becca
turned toward him, arching a brow as a smirk covered her face. “If you think
that kind of bullshit is going to get you what you want, you’ve got another
thing coming.”
          Jericho
grinned, then took her hand and pulled her from the bench. “We’ll see about
that.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    They tumbled into the hotel suite with
their lips already locked, and Jericho’s hands sliding up beneath her shirt to
cup her breasts.
          Jericho
growled with desire, nipping at her lip as he kicked the door shut behind him.
Gathering her up in his arms, he savaged her neck with his teeth as he headed
for the stairs. “What were you saying about my not getting what I want?” he growled
between bites. “You should know sweetheart… I always get my way.”
          Becca
managed to smirk at him. “So do I.” She moaned when he suddenly squeezed her
ass before he tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed. He grinned evilly when
she glared up at him. “You want this just as much as I do,” he replied
matter-of-factly, as he removed his jacket and placed it on the back the desk
chair located in the corner of the room. Locking eyes with her, he gripped the
hem of his t-shirt and slowly rolled it up, exposing inch by decadent inch of
tawny skin and carved muscle. Her mouth watered as his abs came into view, two
pack, four pack, six pack, and then his wonderfully formed pecs, lightly dusted
with a smattering of hair. As he pulled his shirt over his head, she watched
the muscles of his back ripple in the full-length mirror behind him, and she
licked her lips.
          Jericho
raised a brow at the gesture. “See something you like?”
          Becca
managed a haughty look. “Sure. At least enough to keep me entertained.” Her
cheeks burst into flame when he reached for the top button on his jeans, and
she had to force herself not to fan herself as he slowly drew the zipper on his
fly down. Her mouth fell open when his cock popped out of his jeans. “You’re
commando.”
          He gave
her a sexy grin. “I don’t like underwear. It makes me too hot, especially in
warmer weather.” His eyes slid to half-mast as he wrapped his fingers around
the long, hard length jutting out proudly from his jeans, and her throat went
dry as she watched a bead of moisture slide out from the tip.
    “I did this last night, when I was
thinking of you,” he rasped, sliding his grip up and down his cock. Becca
wanted to tell him that he wasn’t done, that his pants and shoes still needed
to come off, but she was riveted by the sight of Jericho touching himself. All
that hot, hard, gorgeous length in his fist… and soon it was going to be inside
her, just the way she wanted it.
    “Come here,” she demanded, sitting up.
When he didn’t move, she reached out and hooked a finger through one of his
belt loops, then pulled him forward so that he was standing between her legs.
Up close, his cock looked even more magnificent, the mushroom tip glistening
with moisture, the veins standing out as they ran up and down