Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(56)

He continued reading as he got absorbed back into the story. If his brothers knew what he was reading right now, he’d never hear the end of it. Never! He wondered, though, if his sister had read the book. He wanted to ask her, but then she’d want to know how he even knew about it, and that was a question he wasn’t at all willing to answer.

He found himself laughing again as the hero of the story, Brett, tried to give dating advice to the woman who was making him harder than a rock. Yeah, Kian definitely knew how that felt. He seemed to be solid 99 percent of the time he was around Roxie, even after having a perfectly good orgasm. He’d always been insatiable when it came to her.

No other woman had made him want to stay naked twenty-four-seven. Kian wouldn’t lie, not even in his own head. He loved sex. He loved everything about sex. He could do it on a moment’s notice. Hell, the species would die out if not for sex. It was his duty to perform the act. Yeah, he liked that; it was his duty, his obligation. But with Roxie, oh, with Roxie, it was so much more. He could run his hands along her smooth flesh morning, noon, and night.

Dammit! Now he was throbbing again. Maybe he should stop reading now. Nope. He was too into this damn story and wanted to see what else the hero could do to screw things up. People were so stupid sometimes. Why wouldn’t they just be honest with each other? Maybe because playing a few games made life that much more interesting.

Hell if he knew all the answers. He didn’t even know how his own mind worked, let alone what the answers to life were all about. Kian got to the next chapter of the book and found himself swallowing hard. Ah shit, this wasn’t going to be good for his anatomy. He could tell right from the next line.

Alisha walked over to the door that connected her room to Brett’s and laid a hand on it.

Stop now! He was already throbbing, and this book had proved to him he no longer needed to pick up a copy of Playboy to read something sexy. Not that he’d done that in a while, he defended himself. Instead of stopping, though, he continued reading. The heroine was thinking about all the nice things Brett had done for her. Smart lady. See! He wanted to call up Roxie right this instant. Look, in your book you’re so enamored with, the heroine understands what a great guy the hero is. She’s lamenting about the wonderful things he’s done for her.

Kian grinned. Yeah, she’s thinking about those nice things, and she’s gonna get naked. He laughed out loud. Maybe it was good he was only having these thoughts instead of speaking them. He might come across as a pig. Hell, all men were pigs. Women had to know that by now. They were controlled by sex, food, and power. Love, too, he added. He did a lot out of love. Love for his family, for his career, for sex, and for food. He chuckled again, then continued to read.

I’m a survivor. If he breaks my heart, I’ll pick myself up and go on.

Kian stopped. Those words hit him hard. Was that how Roxie felt? She had every right to feel that way. She’d survived so much. Was she broken in more ways than he could have imagined? Was there something more he could do for her to help her heal?

Shaking his head, Kian continued reading, then cringed. What the hell? He could do without male body parts being described.

Her gaze slid lower, across his flat stomach to his dark-blue briefs that did nothing to conceal his enormous erection.

Yeah, Kian would bet the guy had a giant sock in his pants. Not many men were as blessed as he was when it came to a satisfying cock. He knew what he had, and he was more than happy to please his woman with it. But in a book, he supposed an author couldn’t exactly say something like, His three-inch penis was gonna pound her so hard. Kian laughed again. Maybe he should stick to doctoring and not try to write a romance book.

Her thighs quivered as warmth spread through her.

Now we’re getting somewhere! Kian was picturing Roxie reading this, her thighs quivering, her hot core getting wet. He should stop. He really should stop. But there was no way he was going to now.

Thoughts evaporated from Kian’s mind as he got absorbed in the love scene. His mind flashed with images of Roxie and him tangled up on his giant bed. He read the scene and imagined doing all the hero was doing with her. He wanted her so badly, he was about to explode without a single touch to his body.

. . . flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple . . .

. . . tongue darted across her lower lips . . .

His tongue plunged in and out of her . . .

. . . dipped the tip of his cock into her . . .

That’s it! He had to admit he was officially a romance-book fan. Kian threw down his Kindle, his breathing heavy. He needed Roxie, and he needed her now. He picked up his phone. How persuasive he could be?





Chapter Twenty-Two

Lily had been asleep for an hour, and Roxie was lying in bed reading. She’d forgone the tea, going straight for her bottle of wine. Her body was still on fire, and the worst possible thing she could do right at this moment was drink a couple of glasses of wine while reading a romance book.

But she’d been so busy with taking care of Lily and then moving and finding a job that she hadn’t been able to finish her book, and it was a good one. She was a little bit in love with the hero of the story, Brett Westerly. He actually reminded her a little of Kian. Though Brett was a businessman and all, and Kian was a doctor, their attitudes certainly lined up.

And Roxie was very aware that the last thing she should be doing was reading about sex when her body was so hot as it was, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. She guzzled down her glass of wine and decided one more glass wouldn’t hurt anyone.