Free The Billionaire's Allure by Vivian Leigh Page B

every morning,” a deep, sexy voice murmured into my ear. “Who are you?” He had an accent I couldn’t place. Something European mixed with Ivy League. Whatever it was, it was sex through and though. My pussy began to throb.
    My heart raced. My knees nearly buckled. “I work here.” My voice shook.
    Things clicked into place. It’s him! The mysterious man from the balcony. But why was he pinning me to the wall and giving me the third degree?
    A hand reached around, brushing my breasts, and twisted my ID badge to the side. “Katherine Wilson, junior paralegal,” the voice said.
    God, his voice is so sexy.
    He spun me around, pushing my back to the wall. His eyes focused on mine. “Who are you with? The Euros? The Israelis?”
    I hadn’t noticed before, but up close he had the most amazing eyes. I knew they were blue, but I had no idea how blue they really were—blue like a candle flame, and burning just as brightly. No, they were more intense than any flame. More like a lighthouse. My pussy contracted and grew warm.
    “I’m just Kate. I work for Adamson Aerospace.” My voice came out a soft whisper.
    He leaned in close, his eyes boring into mine. “Is that…” His head cocked to the side. He took a deep breath. “You’re telling the truth. I can smell it.”
    He can smell truth? He must have seen my confusion, because he smiled. His anger faded, but he looked no less intense for it. He leaned in close taking in another deep breath, savoring the smell.
    “No one being accused of being a spy would be aroused by it.” He lower me down smoothly tell my feet where planted on the floor, even though he still had a firm grip on my arms. He leaned him firm body in close to mine cutting off all escape. “He smelled so good.”
    My hand slipped to my skirt, smoothing it over my legs. I could feel the wetness in my panties. I was more turned on than I had been in ages and suddenly once again embarrassed of my body’s reaction.
    The stranger stepped back, his eyes roaming over me. I readjusted my badge and brushed one of my boobs in the process. My nipples were harder than diamonds. His lips twitched into a perfect smile.
    He moved his leg in between mine in a single fluid motion. His body pressed against mine. I could feel his hardness on my thigh. I turned my head, knowing what he and I wanted. My body arched in anticipation while His lips found my neck. Warm. Soft. Gentle. He kissed the bare skin from the top of my shoulder, along the curve of my neck. His stubble felt so rough, so stimulating. One part of my mind was horrified that I was enjoying the ambush from a complete stranger. The other part of me was relishing his touch. This is a real man. This is strength. It was my fantasies come to life, and I couldn’t do anything but play the role I’d created for myself.
    His arms slipped around me, holding me tight, pinning me. I melted against him, feeling him.
    “You’re beautiful, you know,” he whispered, beneath my ear.
    I felt like I knew him, like we were long-time friends, just exploring what it meant to be lovers after a lifetime of waiting. His lips found my ear and I gasped. A hand slipped along the swell of my hip and onto my thigh. It massaged my skirt up and his fingers sought my wetness. He pushed my panties aside, one sensual finger slipping between my folds and dipping into my wetness. I could not help but gasp.
    I sucked in a deep breath knowing I should object. He didn’t ask permission. He took what he wanted as if it were owed. I didn’t care, or maybe I did. I couldn’t think. All I could do was gasp once more for breath. God, his hands felt so good. I whimpered a small “no” and then “yes” when he hesitated.
    His fingers stopped rubbing my nub in mid motion. What the hell! my mind screamed. His voice came low and sexy, so close to my mouth I could feel his lips rub mine.
    “Yes or no?” he asked.
    I bucked my hips into him, willing him inside me. “Yes!” My voice pierced