Free The Billionaire's Kisses: Billionaire Brothers by Julie Farrell

his fingers over her bare shoulder. “Your chariot awaits.”
    “Thank you.”
    She smiled – almost sincerely. He was determined to get her smiling with affection for him before she left America – he wanted her to lose control outside the bedroom, too. It was for her own good; her face came alive whenever she smiled and laughed – it was such a welcome contrast to the steely serious expression she seemed so keen to maintain.
    He held out his arm, so she linked her hand through it, then he led her outside and towards his chauffeur-driven Jag. Adam owned five sports cars, but this was his favourite – it was sleek, powerful, and possessed plenty of room in the back for sex on the move. 
    Amy halted. “Wow, nice car!”
    “Only the best for you, babe.”
    She grinned shyly. “Remember what I said about flattery not working?”
    He chuckled and held her hand. “Come on, let’s get in.”
    The chauffeur opened the door, and Adam noticed that even he double-taked the beautiful Amy. She glowed with a natural inner-radiance that emphasised her external beauty. She was confident, yet humble. Adam adored that about her.
    The driver set off for the hour-long drive to his parents’ house so they got comfy in the back seat with their arms around each other, like a married couple on the couch in front of the television. But it felt new and sparkly as well as secure and cozy. Adam squeezed Amy tight, suddenly desperate to ravish her here and now. But there was something he needed to ask her first.
    “By the way, Preti said Tariq Shard interrupted your shopping trip earlier. You okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. He seems… harmless.”
    “I wouldn’t be so sure, babe. Did he try to contact you again afterwards?”
    “No. But he said you and Dylan are up to no good.”
    “He’s just trying to cause trouble. I promise, everything’s above board, okay.”
    “I want to believe you. But why would he be so desperate to talk to me?”
    Adam kissed her on the forehead. “It’s good to be sceptical, but just believe this: Tariq Shard’s not a good guy. He was once, but now he’s bitter and full of revenge. Promise me you’ll stay away from him. Not only for the business side of things, but for your own personal safety. Please, Amy?”
    Amy smiled kindly. “Okay. I will.”
    “Good. Now, it’ll take another hour to get to my parents’ place, so – in the meantime – let me strip you naked and make you come hard!”
    Amy’s eyes widened in shock. “But we’ve got company.”
    Adam chuckled and pressed the button for the tinted screen to rise between them and the driver. “Now we’ve got privacy. My fingers need to be inside your pussy; it’s so warm and tight. Have you ever made love in a car before?”
    “No. It doesn’t seem like it would be much fun.”
    “Well, allow me to show you just how much fun it is, my beautiful. Come ‘ere.”
    Adam kissed her tenderly on the lips, then he eased his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. Amy’s body flooded with desire, and she suddenly wanted him to make love to her for eternity. Still kissing, he gently leaned on her, so that she laid down and he was on top of her. She chuckled as he winked suggestively.
    “See,” he whispered, “plenty of room!”
    Amy laughed, feeling light and free as they kissed hungrily on the backseat. She felt safe and secure with him covering her like this. Most of his weight was on his upper-arms, which were securely planted either side of her shoulders, so she was firmly held in place. It was comforting. Romantic.
    He gazed down at her in awe. “You are truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
    Amy wanted to believe him – but she was sure it couldn’t be true.
    He kissed her tenderly on the nose. Then his expression turned mischievous. “Lie on your front so I can work on you from behind.”
    Amy chuckled as her body washed with naughty lust. She grinned, then wriggled around so she was lying on her