Free The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match (Billionaire Shifters Club #1) by Diana Seere

same elevator she’d ridden in with him.
    Him.
    The scar on her forehead had been twitching since she’d seen Gavin, and she reached up to rub it. No relief. Nervous, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the elevator descended below the lobby, two floors down, opening to a floor where the carpet was gone.
    In its place were cobblestones.
    This is weird , she thought, but stepped out, heading left, then right, then finding a door labeled TPC.
    The Platinum Club. Carl had given her the code, and she punched the four numbers in.
    With a pneumatic release, the door popped open an inch and she walked into the cool room, her head absolutely pounding now.
    As she turned around to close the door (“The room must remain temperature controlled at all times,” Carl had warned her), the skin at the nape of her neck began to tingle. She turned to look at the room. A wide square, the walls were covered floor to ceiling with wine bottles on their sides, necks facing her. Nothing was labeled.
    How would she find the wines Carl mentioned?
    Peering in the dim light, she browsed the wall like a library shelf. As her vision adjusted, she saw there was an organization system. Australia, California, Chile, Argentina, and ah—France.
    The French wine took an entire wall that turned out of the room. Another hallway? Just how big was this wine cellar? Lilah continued to the end of the room, finding her hunch was right. Another hallway that led to what appeared to be a second room.
    God, her head was killing her. Leaning against a thick oak table, the kind of distressed wood that was popular in home decorating magazines and big enough to seat sixteen people, Lilah took a few deep breaths. This job was so out of her realm of understanding. This was a world of human beings that she didn’t know existed. Wealth on top of power, all in a single club that didn’t exist. The very real paycheck was proof it did, though.
    The tingling spread to her shoulders, her arms, down to her fingertips and the backs of her knees as she opened her eyes.
    She was not alone.
    “Hello?” she called out.
    Movement. Someone was in here with her. But they said nothing back.
    And then Gavin Stanton appeared at the opening to the second room, his blue eyes glowing in the dim light.
    “Lilah,” he said.
    “Oh no,” Lilah answered, her body throbbing like her head. “Mr. Stanton, we really shouldn’t be in here alone—”
    “I know we shouldn’t,” he said softly. He was so tall, with broad shoulders and a rhythm to the way he walked, shoulders and hips moving so gracefully and with power. Like a big game lion.
    Before she could open her mouth to protest, he was an arm’s length away, heat radiating off him like a sauna. She was warm. Oh, so warm.
    And wet.
    All Lilah could hear was the sound of their breath, joining in the air, off beat and full of anticipation. Her heels made her nearly the same height, their eyes evenly matched.
    “I...I’m not supposed to do this with members,” she said dumbly. Her body screamed for his touch, head and clit throbbing in unison, every cell of her skin crying out to be caressed, stroked, laved and released.
    “I’ll resign my membership immediately,” he said, and then he kissed her like he had every right to do so.
    Lilah inhaled sharply with surprise, the pleasure of his lips on her, his hands sinking into her hair and pulling at the clip at the base of her neck. His touch mixed with the scent of stone and man. Gavin’s mouth was greedy, tongue sweeping through her, teeth nipping at her lips, her own kiss back lost in the waves of desire he poured out through his fevered attention.
    Arms like steel bands wrapped around her waist and shoulders, pulling her tight against him, his heat burning her. Passion flared like a roaring fire between them, her own hands seeking refuge in the thick cloth of his suit jacket, digging underneath to find his shirt, pulling it out of his waistline to touch him. Feel