Charmed Read online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
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I moan into his mouth and everything I’m feeling comes rushing forward. I almost cry out as he pulls his mouth from me. He rests his forehead against mine. The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the car. “We aren't alone,” he whispers, reminding me of the driver up front. I’d completely forgotten for a moment. “I don't want anyone seeing you like this.”

I wonder what that means—do I look different right now? When I looked over at him and saw him watching me, that hold he has on me took over and I had to kiss him. He gives me another soft kiss before letting me go. I lean back in my seat, licking my lips, still tasting him there. His hand goes back to my thigh in a possessive hold.

“Why do you want to have dinner with me if I’m telling you I won’t have sex with you?” I ask. I keep looking forward, not trusting myself to look at him again. I might crawl in his lap this time.

“There is something about you.” He puts his finger under my chin, making me turn my head to look over at him. “Some pull.” He studies my face as if trying to figure something out.

“I feel the pull, too,” I admit.

“It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“This is crazy. I don’t do stuff like this,” I tell him, feeling at little unsure now. I should probably ask where he is taking me to dinner. No way I’m dressed for the places her normally goes.

“Neither do I.” His words calm me. I find myself leaning more into him. His thumb strokes my cheek.

“Where are you taking me?” I don’t know why I feel so safe with him, but I do.

“Home.”

“Your home?” I correct him. I don’t think I’ve ever really had a place called home. Not in a long time. A longing hits the center of my chest.

“I’m not taking you there for sex.” He raises his eyebrows. “I shouldn’t have said what I said about working the suit off.”

“You didn't mean it?” I tease him.

“I would have said anything to get you to come with me, to be honest, but I want more than just sex.”

He leans forward, our mouths almost touching.

“We’re here,” the driver says, pulling us from the moment. I know my face turns a little red having once again forgotten about the driver. Warren pulls me from the car and my eyes widen when I see his massive home.

“It’s just a home. I got it for the view, to be honest. Come. I’ll show you.” He pulls me with him through the front door, our hands locked together. I gasp when I see huge windows looking out over the mountains.

We are standing in a giant living room that is open to a dining room and the kitchen. The space is massive but warm and homey. I don’t know what I thought I’d get when I saw his home, but it wasn't this. Maybe I thought more marble and sharpness. This is comfy. Looks lived in. I love it.

“I would love to sit here and paint,” I say absently. I wish I could see the sun rise and set here, to get a better look at the view. The full moon is only showing so much, less with how heavily the snow is falling. I hope it keeps falling. Maybe I’ll get trapped here for a few days. Trapped with this man I know nothing about but want to know everything about.

“You’re welcome to anytime.” He pulls his coat from me, tossing it onto the leather sofa that looks like puffy clouds.

“Maybe I’ll just move in,” I joke.

“Only if you sleep in my bed at night.” His response doesn’t sound like a joke.

“You almost sound serious.”

“I am.” He turns me in his arms. “Why are you in need of a place to stay?” Concern shows on his face. I know I told him I would answer anything he asks.

“I thought you were feeding me?” I look up at him through my eyelashes, feeling a little shy.

His kisses me on the top of the head before pulling me toward the kitchen. I squeal when he picks me up, taking me by surprise and sitting me on the kitchen counter.

“Talk.” He gives me another quick kiss. I try to deepen it. “You need to eat and I think I need to hear this.”

I let out a sigh like I’m annoyed, but it makes me happy that he wants to feed me and learn more about me. He moves over to the refrigerator, and my eyes follow him. His suit from earlier is gone. Now he’s in jeans and a tight black shirt. He doesn’t look like a billionaire. No, now he looks like the soldier I read about.

He pulls a container out and starts putting it on a plate.


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