Ethan (Billionaire’s Game #3) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire's Game Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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“But,” she added, and the breath stalled in my lungs. “I can’t really remember it all that well.” She smirked up at me, nothing but a playful, teasing challenge in her eyes.

Oh, she wanted to play? I was so fucking game.

“Do you want me to remind you, Alexandra?”

“Please,” she said on a released breath.

“Please what?” I asked, trailing my fingers up her arm and lingering on her neck.

“Please,” she whispered again. “Remind me what it was like. Just this once.”

Relief shot across my skin at her words, at the needy way she uttered them. Just this once. I could handle that, accept that.

I moved my hand behind her neck, gently gripping it, and tugged her closer until our bodies were flush. My other arm snaked around her lower back, and she tipped her head, her eyes hazy as she looked up at me.

I held her there, my mouth a breath away from hers, stretching out the anticipation that radiated between us like a lit flame.

Fuck, she was so gorgeous and felt so good against me. My heart raced in my chest, the blood pumping in my veins at an accelerated rate as I brushed my lips over hers in the barest of kisses. Electricity crackled down my spine, every instinct inside me roaring at the innocent touch.

More.

Goddamn, I needed more.

And when her hands moved up my chest, fisting my shirt to bring me closer to her? It snapped all my restraint. If I only had this once…if we could only exist in stolen moments, then so fucking be it.

I kissed her again, and this time I didn’t hold back.

This time I crushed my mouth against hers, tearing off the leash I’d held myself on since the first moment I laid eyes on her. I took her mouth with sipping kisses, relishing the way her lips parted for me, allowing my tongue to slide in and rub against hers. I explored the inside of her mouth with a sort of starvation, my senses soaring as we clashed together again and again and again.

This was better than the first time, every second more thrilling than the next.

I held her tight against me, relishing each little whimper and moan that escaped her mouth with every pass of my tongue against hers. She trembled as my fingers wound their way around her hair, using it to gently grip and dip her head back so I could kiss her at a deeper angle.

Her body melted into mine, shifting to make room as I slipped my thigh between hers. She gasped, clenching my shirt tighter, holding me right where she needed me as she kissed me back as hard as I kissed her.

This wasn’t like our first kiss. It wasn’t explorative and testing.

This was an unleashing.

This was a revelation.

Kissing Alexandra was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before, and we were fully clothed, for fuck's sake. Something I wanted to remedy right the hell now.

“Ethan,” she said my name on a sigh between our clashing lips, and I swear I was ready to drop to my knees and worship her right fucking then. Just the sound of my name on her tongue in that breathy tone had me seeing stars. Had me singing romance ballads in my head as I cupped her face in my hands and pressed my thigh harder against her heat.

And goddamn, she rocked against my muscles there, using it to make herself feel good. It had me rock hard and aching as she let instinct rule her body, gave herself over fully to the moment, the sensation of us clashing together.

This was combustible.

This was connecting on every single level—physically, mentally, emotionally, and fuck me, I’d never felt anything so intense.

She tasted as sweet as she looked, and her lips were as soft as silk as I crashed against them over and over again, moving my tongue along hers in a way that told her exactly what I would do to her if she let me between her legs.

“Fuck, Alex,” I groaned into her mouth when she nipped at my bottom lip. “Baby, let me —”

My phone blared from my pocket, the shrill ring jerking us both back to reality.

The reality where we were very much still in the stadium, regardless of it being empty or not. And while I was ready to take her right here against the railing, I refused to let the first time I made her come be in a fast, furious attempt at release.

Because I would make her come, just this once be damned. Alex felt like mine, and despite the position we were in, despite what we were to each other, I couldn’t ignore that.

“It’s okay,” she said, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from my kiss. There wasn’t regret in her eyes, but something churned there I couldn’t place. “You can get that.”


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