Free Greek Billionaire's Uncontrollable Attraction (The Rosso Family Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page A

saw her eyes half-lidded now and her face slack and happy. He moved up on the bed and started to gather her into his arms, but she put a hand on his chest, her eyes sparking. “My turn. Tell me what you like.”
    Callum gave a groan as she moved down his body. “You sure.”
    She wrapped a hand around him. He was hard and about ready to come. She smiled. “I always know what I want.” Fingers holding him, she took him into her mouth. He could tell she hadn’t done this before. She could barely get him into her mouth without choking, but that tongue of hers—oh, my lord, that tongue. She had natural talent and went at him like he was her favorite ice cream on a stick. She licked and pumped him—and then she stroked her nails over his balls.
    He shot into her mouth, and over her face, his body arched hard and a startled gasp and stifled scream pulled out of him. Breathing hard, sweat cooling on his skin, he glanced at her—and laughed. “You look like a porn star.”
    She wiped a finger over the seamen on her cheek and licked it off. “And what do we do for round two?”
    He grinned. “I think we need a shower. A long one.”
    He pulled her into the bathroom. The shower could hold six, so there was no trouble fitting both of them into it. She used her hands on him again, and then he pressed her up against the wall and pushed his fingers into her until she shuddered and came for him. Exhausted, he dried her, wrapped a towel around her wet hair and carried her back to bed. And he fell asleep with her curled up against his side.

Chapter 15
    Eva woke the next morning and padded over to the TV. She flicked it on and found the news. Over ten inches of snow had fallen and more snow was expected throughout the day. She ordered room service and when it came had the waiters leave the cart. She wheeled it into the bedroom and poured coffee. From under the sheets and blankets, Callum gave a groan.
    “It’s snowing. A lot. The news says public transport has shut down—I think we’re snow bound.”
    Sitting up, Callum took her coffee from her and drank. “It’s not like we’re out of supplies here.”
    “I’m going to take a spa day. Want to join me?”
    He shook his head, gave her the cup and buried himself back under the blankets. “Wake me when you’ve been massaged and we’ll see about another one.”
    She grinned. Dressing, she headed for the spa. She chose a facial instead of a massage, and she had her nails done. All the time, she kept thinking about the previous night. Callum had been wonderful—and she wanted to do it all over again.
    Two hours later she went back to her room and found Callum packing up his books. She stared at him. “You’re…you’re not leaving are you?”
    He straightened and looked at her, a book in each hand. “Eva, I’m going to have to be going soon. You know that.”
    “But…but you’re going to tutor me my first semester.”
    He put down the books and walked over to her. “I’m not sure you need that.”
    “I do. You know I do.”
    “Last night you said I was done as your tutor. What’s it going to be?”
    She bit her lower lip. “You’re not done. You’re not done until Antonio pays you for your contract.” She grabbed his hand. “Now come with me. We’ll go to a museum. You love museums.”
    He shook his head, but he let out a breath. “Okay, just let me get my coat.”
    They walked to the Metropolitan—the Met, Callum called it. The sidewalks had been cleared and the cold air stung Eva’s cheeks. She tried to stay bright and happy—she wanted this day to be good as the one ice skating. But Callum was quiet, and she thought she sounded brittle—forced. The traffic was so light that it was almost eerie being in the city without all of the noise—the snow seemed to muffle everything.
    Inside the Met, Callum was better. They walked through the exhibits, and in the Egyptian wing, Callum teased her that Greece had stolen everything they knew from Egypt. She