Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1) Read Online Free

cursing every tiny step they took until they reached his door. Every. Single. One.
    A handful of penthouses occupied that exquisite floor, with small bronze statues on every corner, renaissance art decorating the walls, and a couple of oversized chairs with golden trim. Luxury and decadence in every detail, just like the rest of the property. For all she cared, they could be in a dark alley in Marrakech. If he wasn’t buried inside her fast enough, she’d die.
    He pressed the card in the slot area, it blinked green, and he turned the knob. Releasing her hand from his, he motioned for her to enter. A knot thickened in her throat. Was listening to her simmering lady parts the wisest decision she could make? He flicked a couple of dimmed lights on, which set the intimate mood. Wow. The place is freaking huge.
    Without waiting for him, she removed her black-wedged shoes and dropped them at the foyer. She walked past a dining table for six, a set of golden couches in the living area, and the inviting rectangular sleek pool on the balcony.
    “Keep going,” he demanded, his husky drawl shredding any remain of doubt lurking in her mind. The man’s accent was porn to her ears.
    Behind the French doors ahead was the master suite. Clenching and unclenching her sweaty hands, she strode to the set of doors, and swung them open as if they could leave all her baggage behind her. Tonight, she was someone else.
    She curled her toes on the soft carpet, her eyes widening to soak in the Californian-sized bed, impeccably made, with about ten small pillows on the top of the rich bronze cover spread. Lights from the outside skipped in the room. The sliding door to the balcony was a tad open, and let in a draft of dry hot air.
    The other furniture, the set of bedside tables, and the chaise longue at the end of the bed, faded in the background. Swept by a sense of empowerment, she turned around to find him leaning against the threshold, staring at her with an intensity that made her shudder.
    He took his shirt off over his head, and tossed it to the side. Moisture evaporated from her throat. The planes of his well-muscled chest shifted as he walked toward her. He was chiseled, and plain gorgeous. A gleam of approval coated his eyes, even though she was clothed. By the time he was a heartbeat away from her, his limbs rubbing on hers, her heart galloped.
    With a sly smile, he took her fedora off, and her hair fell in waves down her shoulders. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”
    “It hasn’t been that long,” she said, her voice a tad nervous.
    “That’s where you’re wrong. Ever since I saw you at the bar…every moment I don’t kiss you, it seems like it’s been way too long a wait.”
    She chewed on her lower lip, biting it so hard. Maybe the pain would take over the strangely warm sensation pouring through her. Crap. The man had game. Too much game. I have to up mine.
    She glided her fingers down his hard chest and toyed with the hem of his jeans. “What do you want?” she whispered, figuring that’s what a sex professional would ask. Also, if he requested anything too freaky, this was her chance to bolt.
    “What I want is right in front of me,” he said, before covering her lips with his and initiating a kiss charged with raw passion. A kiss that spiked her adrenaline even higher than the one they’d shared on the street.
    His tongue stroked and wrestled hers with the same intensity. Heat coiled low in her belly, and she matched his eagerness with her own, plastering herself against him, her hands perusing his chest. She made circles with the tip of her trembling fingers around his taut nipples and he tensed up under her touch.
    “What do you want, Kika?” he asked, his breath shaky.
    Her heart skipped a beat, and she brought her gaze to his, making it race again. This. This was what she could have right now, and what would help her forget everything else. For one night only. “I want you to fuck me.”

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