Free The Greek Billionaire's Counterfeit Bride by Lara Hunter, Evelyn Troy

seemed to twitch with the aftershocks of the intense pleasure that Ari had given her.
     
    She panted and gasped, welcoming the press of Ari’s body against hers, trembling slightly as she basked in the afterglow. Eva’s mind was a million miles away as she lay in the bed, limp and spent. She came back to herself slowly, her heart still pounding in her chest but her breathing slow and even, and realized that Ari’s panting gasps had steadied as well. Eva didn’t quite want to open her eyes; there was something so magical about the moment between them, something she didn’t want to disturb with the realities of the fact that she barely knew Ari, that she had conned him into meeting with her to beg for a favor. She just wanted to enjoy the feeling like warm honey flowing in her veins, the lingering spasms that rippled through her lower body.
     
    Eva tried to piece together how it was that she and Ari had ended up in bed together. On the one hand, it seemed so natural, so logical—she couldn’t imagine not sleeping with him; on the other, she barely knew the man. She knew that it wasn’t the alcohol that had led her to accept his invitation—at least, not totally, or even mostly—but something about him that she’d noticed even the evening before, when he’d seen straight through her at the open house. And there it was: the thing she hadn’t wanted to think about. Eva tried to push the thought of the realtor and the potential lawsuit out of her mind, but it insisted on intruding. Eva sighed and opened her eyes, to find Ari looking down at her, a faint smile playing at the corners of his generous lips.
     
     

Chapter Seven

“What’s wrong? You seemed to be having a very good time right up until a minute ago,” Ari said, peering intently into her face. Eva sighed.
     
    “I remembered why I conned you into meeting with me,” she admitted. “Totally took me out of the moment.” Ari chuckled and lifted himself off of her, slithering onto the bed at her side and turning over. He sat up and combed his fingers through his hair, looking for all the world as if nothing at all could possibly bother or affect him in any way.
     
    “I hope you didn’t think that the sex we just had was part of the deal I mentioned,” Ari said, glancing at her. Eva shrugged.
     
    “You didn’t say that it was,” she pointed out. She hauled herself up onto her elbows and felt somehow—strangely—more naked under Ari’s gaze than she had even when he’d been inside of her.
     
    “I’m glad you’re a smart woman,” Ari told her. “Want something to drink?” Eva snickered, considering the question.
     
    “Water, I think,” she said, remembering the wine and the cocktails she’d consumed; if Ari was going to try and negotiate a deal, she wanted to be as sober as possible. Ari rose from the bed and left the room, and Eva watched him pad into the main part of the suite, remembering only then that she was in a hotel; it was easily the most sumptuous hotel she had ever seen—and she was certain that she was in the most luxurious suite the hotel offered. If I could trust that my legs would work, I’d check out the bathroom. There must be a killer bathtub in there.
     
    A few moments later, Ari returned with a glass of water and another of wine. Eva accepted the water from him and took a sip before setting the glass down on the bedside table. Ari settled himself on the edge of the bed and sipped from his own glass. “So,” he said, meeting her gaze. “Ready to hear my terms?”
     
    “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” Eva said with a faint smile.
     
    “I have a meeting coming up,” Ari explained. “It’s to discuss a potential business partnership with a huge company—a Middle Eastern company that I’ve been trying to connect with for years.”
     
    “Okay,” Eva said, nodding. “Where do I come in?” Ari smirked.
     
    “Since you’ve clearly done your research on me, you know what my reputation is,”