Free A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance by Heidi Hunter

would have fallen apart quickly. Don’t put yourself down so quickly, Nikki.”
    “Okay,” I whispered.
    “Now what did you want to talk to me about?”
    “I’m not ready to say yet.”
    “That’s fine. At twenty dollars a bottle, we can knock a few of these bad boys back.”
    “I don’t want to get too drunk if I’m going to be driving home.”
    He pushed a full glass over to me. “You’re not running away right away, are you? I’ve come to enjoy our little discussions.”
    And the flirting? Did you enjoy that too? Are you going to freak the fuck out if I come on to you? Questions flew through my mind as I said, “No, that’s not it at all. I like you too.”
    “Mind if we go sit on a couch?” he asked.
    “Can we dance?”
    His head tilted to the side as he examined my face. “Sure, I guess.”
    I walked over to his expensive turntable. An amplifier that used vacuum tubes was connected to it. The sound was amazing no matter what played. Most of his vinyl was ancient, but I’d managed to find an album by The Smiths a few weeks earlier. Ian Curtis understood love. He could create a mood in a room with sounds like an illusionist. Love Will Tear Us Apart played through hidden speakers.
    When I turned around, Steven had taken off his suit jacket and tossed it casually on a couch. His tie was loosened with the top bottom of his shirt undone. Fucking hot, I thought as I took a step toward him. He met me in the middle. My hands went to his broad, strong shoulders while his went to my waist. After a moment, they slid to my hips. Our eyes locked as the rest of the world faded away.
    Maybe it was the wine, but I realized as we slowly danced that it was indeed over. I was no longer going to be Mr. Cary’s babysitter. As we moved back and forth, our bodies pressed against each other, none of that mattered. In that moment, the wine and my love for the older man took control of me. I leaned up and kissed him on the lips. They were so soft.
    Immediately, he kissed me back. I expected him to thrust his tongue into my mouth forcefully like so many of the other guys I’d dated over the last few years of my life, but he didn’t. He surprised me as he gently teased my lips with his lips. I wanted more. His hands squeezed my hips as I cautiously slipped my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues made love. I moaned.
    He pulled back and asked, “Is this the other thing?”
    I nodded.
    “Are you sure? I’m not complaining, but…”
    Before he could say another word, I planted my lips on his again. The song changed to something faster, almost ruining the moment. I stepped back and laughed.
    “Kinda a mood breaker, huh?”
    “I could listen to death metal or Britney Spears for hours if you kept kissing me.”
    I walked over to the turntable and lifted the arm. Once it was in its holder, I turned off the power. It slowly stopped spinning. Suddenly, his arms grabbed my waist from behind. His cock pressed against my ass cheeks as he bent down and kissed my neck lightly. I sighed, and his hands moved up to cup my breasts. As he massaged them, I ground my hips against him.
    “We’ve both wanted this a while,” he whispered into my ear then nibbled at the lobe.
    “Mmmhmm,” I moaned, not wanting him to stop.
    He turned me around and pulled me close, kissing me on the lips once again. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. After spending so much time in his house, my dream of having him was finally coming true. And if I was lucky, I would be coming too. I pulled back and giggled. His face was full of wanton lust as he stared into my eyes.
    “What’s funny?”
    “I’m just happy.”
    “I could make you happier.”
    “Yeah?” I said in a teasing voice.
    “Yeah. A lot better. Shall we go upstairs?”
    I nodded. He took my hand in his and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. While he shut the door, I walked over to his four poster bed and undressed. The music and wine from downstairs would be missed a bit, but what I