Hostile Takeover Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
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It’s just me, my stunning CEO, and a box of skimpy lingerie.

“Is that really a Hammerhead tradition?” Kyra asks, looking up at me skeptically.

“No,” I say with a slow shake of my head.

She swallows hard as those light greenish-gray eyes fill with intrigue and arousal.

“What do you have planned for us?” she asks.

I take the box from her, tear it open, and pull out the silky black lingerie inside.

“This,” I say as I hand it to her. “Put it on for me.”

“Here?”

“Not here. In my new office.”

“You mean Linda’s old office?”

I nod. I’m the boss now. It’s mine.

I walk over to the front door and snap the lock into place. I don’t want anyone returning. I want this sexy little angel all to myself.

“I’ll be at my desk,” I tell her in a firm voice. “Be in my office in ten minutes wearing that, and only that.”

She gulps as she looks at the silky material in her hands while I walk away with my cock hardening in anticipation.

Chapter Nine

Kyra

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…

My pulse is racing as I hurry down the hallway toward Brandon’s office. I’m wearing my blouse and skirt, but the lacy lingerie is hugging my skin underneath my outfit.

I’m already so wet thinking about Brandon seeing me like this. The way he was kissing me in the hallway… The way he was touching me…

I shiver from the memory of cumming on his strong skilled hand.

I peek into every room I pass, but they’re all empty. We have the place to ourselves.

My chest is fluttering and my breath quickens when I arrive at the door. I knock as I push it open.

“Mr. Raven,” I say in a sultry voice. “You wanted to see me?”

“Come in,” he growls from behind the desk.

Oh, boy…

He’s so unbelievably sexy. Those intense dark eyes are fully focused on me as I walk in with a little sway in my hips. He looks like he’s going to tear off my clothes and fuck me over the desk at any moment.

My pussy throbs as he slowly stands up.

“Close the door.”

I close it and lock it too just in case any stragglers remain in the building. I don’t want anyone to walk in and see what’s about to happen.

He shakes his head in disappointment as he looks me up and down. “A bit overdressed, are we?”

I swallow hard as he comes right up to me. He’s so tall. So big. He towers over me with that large muscular frame.

“This is my office now,” he says as he slowly drags the back of his hand up my cheek. “I make the rules, remember?”

Warm shivers ripple through me from his touch. God, I want those hands on me…

A heavy moan escapes my lips as he drags his hand down my neck and over my collarbone. He slides two fingers into the neckline of my blouse and gently pulls it over my shoulder, revealing the lacy black straps of the lingerie underneath.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers when he sees it. “Now, follow your boss’ orders and take your skirt and blouse off.”

“Why me?” I ask. It just blurts out of me. I just have to know why this amazing gorgeous man is interested in me and my scarred face. He could have anyone he wants. Why is he choosing me?

He grabs my chin in his firm hand and tilts my face up until I’m looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “Because you’re mine,” he says in a deep voice. “You were made for me, just like I was made for you.”

“You think we’re…”

“Soulmates,” he finishes. “I know it. I knew it the second I took those boxes from you and saw your perfect face.”

“I know you’re lying now,” I whisper, turning away with my cheeks burning. “My face is not perfect.”

His grip tightens on my chin and he turns my head back until I’m looking into his eyes again. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen, Kyra. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“You don’t mind my… scars?”

He runs the back of his hand over them as he slowly shakes his head.

“They’re beautiful,” he whispers. “They’re a part of you. A part of your history. A part of what makes you so strong. You’re stunning, Kyra. Every inch of you.”

I grab his jacket and pull his mouth to my lips. He kisses me as my body boils into a frenzy. I want this man. I need this man. Now.

His strong hands pull up my blouse until it slides out of my skirt. I want him to see me now. I want him to see me in the lingerie and with it off.

It’s a lacy bra and high-cut lacy underwear—all black. It has so many straps that I was looking for a manual in the box to explain how to put it on. It took me a while, but I finally figured it out. Hopefully, Brandon won’t have nearly as much trouble when he takes it off.


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