Free Billion Dollar Bastard: An Alpha Male Step Brother Billionaire Romance by Helen Lucas

college green, across from my office, in broad daylight, where it would cause one hell of a scandal if we were seen.
     
    All I cared about was that I was kissing Kyle and he was kissing me, and that he was holding me tight around the waist like I liked, knowing the way I liked to be held and kissed without my having to tell him. Our tongues dueled for supremacy as he conquered my lips hungrily, before we finally broke apart.
     
    “That other seat at Dorsia is for you,” Kyle whispered. “My car should be ready. Why don’t you come with me?”
     
    “Kyle, no, I have work to do.”
     
    He rolled his eyes.
     
    “That’s your excuse? Work? It’s a Friday evening. You’ve got a glass of wine in your hand. I work harder than anyone I know and even I’m not going back to the office today. Let yourself live, Karen.”
     
    His hands were on my waist again, pulling me in. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to kiss him again.
     
    Hell, that was a bold-faced lie.
     
    I wanted to kiss him. I just didn’t know if I should.
     
    “I’m still mad at you,” I growled as his face came close. He paused, his grey eyes flashing dangerously.
     
    “Then let me make it up to you. Like I said. Live a little. Let me give you a good meal. Pamper you for the weekend.”
     
    He leaned in to my ear and pressed his lips against my ear lobe, before biting it gently.
     
    “Work isn’t a wolf—it’s not going to disappear into the forest on you,” he said.
     
    “You’re the wolf, aren’t you?” I whispered back, pushing away.
     
    “Every woman wants a wolf of her own,” he replied, letting me go.
     
    I brought my glass of wine up to my recently and thoroughly kissed lips, sucking it down in one gulp.
     
    “That’s true but wolves don’t make good lovers.”
     
    “They make fine lovers. Mates, on the other hand…”
     
    “Jesus, Kyle, we’re brother and sister.”
     
    “We were, for two years, stepbrother and stepsister. Things are different now.”
     
    “Not different enough.”
     
    That was a life. They were different enough for me… I was just…
     
    Could I go home with him? Could I run off into those strong arms, drown myself in those seductive grey eyes? God, I wanted to, but everything in my body told me I shouldn’t.
     
    “Mr. Stone!” a voice called out. Kyle turned to see one of the waiters approaching us.
     
    “Sir, the valet is looking for you—they want to know if you’d like your car now, or if you’d prefer them to park it again.”
     
    “I’ll take it now, thanks,” Kyle said, his voice cold steel once more. He slid a five dollar bill into the waiter’s hand and jerked his head back to me. “Why don’t you get her a drink? Something strong. She needs to loosen up.”
     
    Bastard. I didn’t want him to go.
     

 
    KYLE
     
    “Wait…” Karen said, reaching out for me before I could leave. The waiter stopped and looked at us both.
     
    “Why don’t you grab that drink for her, kiddo?” I murmured to the waiter, turning to face my ex-sister.
     
    “I don’t want us to leave things like this. When am I going to see you again?” she asked. I rolled my eyes.
     
    “That’s up to you.”
     
    “Give me time to think about this.”
     
    “Next weekend. It’ll be after Thanksgiving. Come see me. We’ll talk about how we want to proceed.”
     
    “Proceed? What do you mean?”
     
    “With administering the donation. That’s what you do in a situation like this—you draw up an action plan. I want to see a protocol for recruiting students and grant applicants, as well as a plan to invest the money so that these programs are self-sustaining. Or…”
     
    I smiled, taking her hand.
     
    “Did you mean us?”
     
    “Oh, shut up.”
     
    She snatched her hand away just in time to grab the Cosmopolitan the long-suffering waiter had brought to her.
     
    “Is that a deal?”
     
    “Fine,” Karen replied, sipping her drink.
     
    “How is it?”
     
    A look of defeat