Free Billionaire on the Loose by Jessica Clare

She sat up oh so reluctantly, then bent down to press another quick kiss to his six-pack. Because six-packs deserved kisses, damn it. Then she gave a small sigh and sat up again. “I should warn you that I’m not wearing very sexy underwear.”
    He shrugged.
    â€œAnd by not sexy, I mean that my panties might possibly have Batman on them.”
    His smile lit up. “You like Batman?”
    â€œUh, yeah? Batman is the shit.”
    He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I like Batman, too. Let’s see these panties.”
    â€œI will be happy to give you a tour,” Taylor said solemnly, and then ruined it by giggling. She tugged her shirt off of her body and tossed it onto the floor. Her bra wasn’t too bad—just plain white. Nothing weird, nothing unsexy, just bland. And since he wasn’t running away and screaming at the sight of her bra, she reached behind her and unsnapped it, freeing the girls.
    His brows went up as she shrugged off the bra.
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou’re hiding a lot under those clothes aren’t you?”
    She looked down at her boobs. Then she shrugged. “Surprise! They’re tits.”
    He laughed. “I thought it earlier, but I must admit again, those are fucking amazing tits.” He reached out and brushed his knuckles over the tip of one breast and she nearly came off the bed, it felt so good. “Just didn’t imagine in my head that they’d be quite so bloody terrific.”
    Oooh, he was thinking about her breasts earlier? Score! “Unless you want to forego panties, do that again.”
    He pulled his hand back. “I admit, I’m very curious to see these Batman panties.”
    Well, darn. Her breasts were aching for his touch and she was a little disappointed that she wasn’t going to get more boob-play right this second. She was greedy like that. She’d just have to tackle him once she’d shown him the goods. Taylor slid off of his hips and got to her feet, standing up on the bed. She undid the zipper on her jeans and shrugged them down to her thighs, showing off her Batman underoos, adult-sized, because the Internet was magical.
    His grin of pleasure was so gorgeous that she lifted one leg to try and tug her skinny jeans off only to forget that they were still around her thighs, and nearly careened off the side. Luckily, Loch had better reflexes than she did and managed to grab her before she rolled off the narrow bed entirely.
    â€œCareful,” he murmured.
    â€œSorry,” she breathed. “Just get carried away, like I said. I’ll be careful next time.”
    She started to sit up, but he put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Why don’t I help you with this one?”
    Oh. “Okay, but don’t take too long. I’m not done licking you.”
    â€œWouldn’t dream of depriving you,” he murmured, and then sat up in the bed. As he did, it made the bulge tenting his slacks rather evident. Oh, oh, she was going to be absolutely the luckiest girl tonight, wasn’t she? Because that looked to be some stellar equipment.
    Then she forgot all about his equipment for the moment, because his hands were on her thighs, easing her tight jeans down her legs. His fingers skimmed over her skin, his caress featherlight. “I think you’re hiding some rather nice legs under all these layers, aren’t you?”
    â€œI wouldn’t say I’m hiding them as much as I’m clothing them.”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “You are a constant surprise, Taylor.”
    â€œHope you like surprises.”
    The laughter faded into a sultry smile. “Love them, actually.”
    Butterflies danced in her stomach at the promise of that smile, and she forced herself to stay quiet while he eased her pants down her legs. Oh, thank god she’d shaved that morning! She made a small noise of pleasure when he brushed his fingers down her calf before setting