Crossland (Billionaire’s Game #4) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire's Game Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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That look was everything—exhilaration and need, heat and comfort. I lived for that look, for his praise, for the way he made me feel like an absolute queen.

“You’re stunning,” he said, his voice rough and low.

A flush raked my body, but I smiled, doing my best to take the compliment. I was almost getting used to it after being with him for two months, and I was certainly getting better at accepting them. Of course, he made it so easy to believe his words.

He undid his tie, chucking it behind him before I helped him unbutton his dress shirt, sliding it over his muscled arms until it dropped to the floor. I took my time grazing my fingers along his broad chest, my touch unhurried.

We’d had plenty of times where clothes were torn and ripped in a desperate need to get to the other, but tonight…tonight felt different.

I kissed his chest, my fingers trembling slightly as I undid his belt, then his zipper, and he stepped out of his pants before cupping my face in his hands, capturing my mouth in his.

The kiss was slow, almost sweet compared to the ones that had come before it. And I wasn’t sure if it was because we’d laid ourselves bare earlier, opening up subjects that tore at both of our hearts or if it was just us, but I was here for it.

Here for him.

Here for all of it.

Crossland broke our kiss only long enough to unclasp my bra and slide my thong down my legs, then made quick work of his own boxer-briefs. A breath later and I was in his arms, him sweeping me off my feet and kissing me before carrying me out of the closet and to his bed.

The city sparkled in the night outside of his floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the room in the softest silver glow as he laid me gently on the bed.

He kissed me again, his tongue gliding against mine in a way that continuously made me ache in places I never knew could ache, and I wrapped my arms around him, beckoning him to come closer.

I shifted, spreading my legs to make room as he settled between them with the most delicious weight.

“Crossland,” I whispered, like speaking too loudly would break this charged moment we were in.

“Mmm?” he murmured against my neck where he was currently laying a line of soft kisses down.

I arched against him, my heat just grazing his hard length.

“I want you,” I said, breathless as his touch roamed over my body, every graze a strike to a match.

“Do you?” he asked, leaning up to smile down at me. “Let me be sure.” He slid his hand over my stomach and between my thighs, dragging his fingers right through my slit.

I gasped, my back bowing slightly as I arched into the touch.

His smile only deepened. “You do want me, don’t you, kitten?”

“Mmhmm,” I answered, reduced to incoherent responses.

“How bad?” he asked, pumping his fingers inside me, his thumb teasing my now pulsing clit.

My eyes snapped open, a new need unfurling inside of me. “Now,” I said. “I need you now, Crossland.”

He laughed softly. “So demanding,” he said, stroking me again before shifting slightly, his body leaning toward his nightstand⁠—

“No,” I said. “Just you.”

He went still above me, eyes returning to mine as he looked down at me. “Aspen?”

“Can we?” I asked. “You know my history, I know yours. I’m on the pill. Can I have all of you, Cross?”

Something guttered in his eyes, and he shuddered slightly above me.

“I’ve never done that with anyone before,” he said, and my heart stumbled over itself.

“We don’t have⁠—”

“I want to,” he said, spreading my thighs wider as he slicked his thick head through my wetness. “If you want me. If you’re sure.”

I gripped his back, my nails digging into his muscles there as he teased me.

“Please,” I begged, not caring at all how desperate I sounded. I was desperate, the need to feel all of him inside me an unruly hunger demanding to be sated. “I want all of you and nothing else.”

“Fuck, kitten,” he said when I clenched my thighs around his hips, urging him inside me another inch. “You feel so damn good.”

“More,” I demanded, my voice breathless as my heart raced against my chest. I’d given myself over wholly to the demands of my body, to the begging of my heart to be as close to him as humanly possible.

Crossland held my gaze, his fingers gently pushing my hair back as he sank in another inch, then another and another until he finally bottomed out inside me.

“God,” I sighed, wetting my lips as I tried to catch my breath.

Sensation sparked along the edges of my body, the feel of him inside me with no barriers between us shaking something loose that felt a lot like a pulsing explosion waiting to fire. “You’re amazing,” I continued, moving beneath him until he trembled.


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