Everything That He Craves (#2) (An Alpha Billionaire BDSM Romance) by Layla Love

EVERYTHING THAT HE CRAVES
    (Everything #2)
     
    Layla Love
     
    Copyright © 2015 L. Love
     
    This book is a work of fiction and its cover is for illustrative purposes only.  It is intended for mature audiences over the age of 18 only.  All rights reserved.  No portion of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written consent of the publisher.
     
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    It was the sign Callie had been waiting for.  When Hunter pressed his lips to hers, it answered her questions and cleared up her confusion.  It confirmed that yes the handsome billionaire was, in fact, interested in her.  He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
    And holy shit, it was an amazing kiss!  It felt like their lips had been designed to fit together.  As unromantic as Callie found the beach, it felt like this encounter standing in the sand, lips locked, had been fated.  It felt like destiny.  It felt like ecstasy.  It felt like exactly what Callie had always imagined a first kiss should feel like and then some.
    So she did the only reasonable thing.
    She kicked Hunter as hard as she could.
    She was hoping her foot would connect with his balls.  Unfortunately her aim was a bit off, likely thanks to the uneven terrain she was standing on.  Her foot caught him in the upper thigh, just a few inches away from the intended target.  And it caught him hard.
    “Fuck!” Hunter bellowed, falling to his knees.
    Callie stood there watching as he winced and writhed in agony, his face contorted in pain.  It was pain that she had caused, but she didn’t feel particularly apologetic.  She didn’t feel much of anything, really, aside from a faint sense of partial satisfaction.  He’d had it coming.
    “What the fuck!” Hunter yelled when he was able to string multiple words together.  He stood up, his hand clutching his thigh.  “What the hell did you do that for, you psycho?” he demanded.
    “What the hell did you kiss me for?!” she retorted with just as much fire, her hands planted firmly on her wide, womanly hips.  “You didn’t even ask if I wanted you to do it.  You just took what you wanted, you pig.”
    At first Hunter looked like he thought she was joking.  Then, when he remembered how hard she’d kicked him, he sputtered in disbelief.  “News flash:  I didn’t do anything wrong.  I mean, you kissed me back, for fuck’s sake!  Don’t you dare twist what happened to fit whatever screwed up agenda you have.”
    “I don’t have an agenda,” Callie shot back defensively.  “And I definitely didn’t kiss you back.”
    “You did,” he muttered, clearly disgusted with her.  “You’re like one of those goddamn spiders.  You know...the ones that murder the males in cold blood after sex.  Jesus Christ, what the hell is wrong with you?!”
    “Nothing – you’re the one with the problem!”
    “My only problem is that I apparently invited a fucking psychopath into my home!”
    Callie scowled.  She wanted to scream something rude at Hunter because letting him have the last word felt too much like allowing him to win.  But when she saw how badly he limped when he tried to walk, she took pity on him.
    Sighing heavily, she took a few steps to close the gap between them.  “Here,” she told him, motioning for him to put his arm around her shoulders.  “Let me help you.”
    “Help,” he scoffed.  “Is that code for drown me in the ocean?”
    “Oh stop being such a baby.  I didn’t even kick you that hard,” Callie snapped as he leaned on her.  “Besides, I didn’t even get you in the junk like I was trying to.”
    “Are you even listening to yourself?” Hunter asked incredulously.  “Do you have any idea how insane you sound right now?  And since when is kicking a guy who kisses you reasonable?  It’s not like I was forcing myself on you.”
    Callie was silent for a moment.
    “Maybe I overreacted,” she conceded quietly.  “But only a little,” she added.
    “Are you fucking