Page 30 of How to Avoid a Billionaire

She sat up and moved the couple of steps around the table and knelt in front of him. “I love you.”

“I should have waited, but I needed to hear you say it.”

Her heart stirred, and she bent to kiss his thigh, his skin warm from the sun and tanned the way she liked it. “Don’t take it back now. I have to repay you.”

“Indeed? How will you do that?”

She reached behind her, yanked the string on her bikini top, and let it fall. Ryder’s eyes locked on her breasts.

She climbed onto his lap and held onto his shoulders. Ryder jerked his shorts low to unleash his hard cock. Melanie encircled the shaft with her hands and guided it as she sank down onto it. Ryder released a hiss between his teeth, and his fingers bit into her hips. She held onto him tight and began riding his dick as hard as she could.

“If this is payback…” He grunted and lifted her up only to let her fall over and over on his cock. Their bodies slapped together as they pumped into each other. Ryder squeezed her ass cheeks and drove himself deep. She shut her eyes, whimpering his name and bounced. When a boat engine whirred close by, Melanie no longer cared. All she wanted was Ryder until she passed out, sore and satisfied.

A long while later, after he had come in her twice, they lay in the bed below deck. She didn’t remember when they made their way down there, but she knew they’d carried on with the marathon sex because every muscle in her body ached. She rolled over in the bed and opened her eyes. No light showed through the glass doors leading outside, and she nudged Ryder. “Baby, we’d better get going before someone thinks something happened to us.”

He threw an arm across her waist and dragged her back to his chest. “Later. Right now you’re staying here where you belong.”

“I have work tomorrow, Ryder, and so do you.”

He groaned but didn’t open his eyes.

“Ryder? I can’t move in with you until you put a ring on my finger.” Butterflies stirred in her belly over his response, but she couldn’t deny her own upbringing and what she was comfortable with.

His eyes popped open. “Is that what our next negotiation will consist of?”

She chuckled. “No, my body can’t take any more tonight. Anyway, it’s not an ultimatum or a negotiation. I just can’t. I’m sorry.”

A slow smile spread over his lips, and he sat up to draw on a T-shirt and shorts. She was kind of sorry to see the naked sexiness disappear from sight.

“Angel, it looks like I’m going to have a talk with your dad.”

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One night in Vegas could be their ticket to love.

Las Vegas Layover

© ???? Eva Siedler

Coastal Airlines mechanic Sebastian Brisbane is on his way to Las Vegas to fix a broken jet. But after one look at his sexy, travel-sized seatmate, he’s more concerned with revving her engine than fixing the plane’s.

Clara Howe will do anything to fulfill her aunt’s last wishes to have her ashes spread in Vegas. A one-night stand isn’t on the itinerary, but when Clara accidentally pricks Sebastian’s temper, along with his passion, only one thing is certain: it’s bound to be a bumpy ride.

Warning: If you need to get away from it all, this quick read will send you to Sin City for sexy fun with serious heart (and swearing).

Enjoy the following excerpt for Las Vegas Layover:

“I hate flying. It scares me. Besides, St. Louis was a connection for me. I’m still sick.”

If he hadn’t been staring at her eyes, he might have missed the flash of anger she quickly covered. Admitting her fear didn’t sit well. Leaning closer, he studied her expressions. So far he’d noticed that her nose crinkled when she was aggravated, and the tips of her ears reddened when she was embarrassed. It was fucking fascinating. He couldn’t wait to see what she did next.

“If you hate flying, then why are you doing it?”

“I’m being blackmailed by a dead woman.”

Expression Number Three: She arched one delicate brow when she was being sarcastic.

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