The TROUBLE with BILLIONAIRES: Book 2 by Kristina Blake

and Madison were gone for the holiday. But the idea of using their friendship for something this basic didn’t feel right.
    There just wasn’t any place that was appropriate. Except his place, and I wasn’t about to ask if that was a place he would consider taking me.
    That felt too much like a relationship.
    “We shouldn’t,” I said, even as I turned into him and pressed my lips to his.
    It was only a moment before his hand snaked back up between my legs, his fingers pressing into me again. For a long moment, I lost myself in the pleasure of his touch, in the taste of his kiss. I’d never felt quite like this before. There had been a boy or two, a guy I met at a frat party years ago. But nothing like this, like him. Was it wrong of me to want it so deeply?
    I told myself it was just a physical thing. And that should make it okay. Who in this day and age didn’t have physical needs that they had met outside of a relationship? What difference would it make if we slept together once? We both knew this wasn’t going anywhere. We were both adults.
    And I so needed this.
    That’s why when Conrad threw some money on the table and tugged me out of the booth, I followed. He pulled my hand across his body, pulling me in front of him as we made our way to the front door. The parking lot was in the back, tucked between the building and the alley. Conrad couldn’t wait even the few seconds it would take for us to make it all the way to the car. He pressed me up against the side of the building and stole my lips again, his hands sliding down over my hips in another attempt to pull my skirt up out of his way.
    I slid my hands under his suit jacket, just as anxious to feel uncovered flesh. I tugged at his shirt, untucking it from his pants, slipping my hands underneath and sliding my fingertips under the waist of his pants, anxious to explore that tight ass. The more I tried to touch him, the closer he moved against me until he finally lifted me up and pressed his erection into that button, making me want to scream with a need to feel his flesh against my flesh.
    “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered against my ear as his hands slid under my skirt and tugged at the corners of my panties. “I want to take you right here, right now.”
    “Please.” I ran my hands over the back of his head as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, drawing him closer. “I need you.”
    He groaned, even as he pulled back and pressed my hair away from my face. He pushed his nose against mine, stealing another kiss. His other hand tugged at my panties again, the material just beginning to give when laughter floated to us from the corner of the building.
    “Shit!” Conrad groaned.
    He lowered me to my feet and took my hand, quickly leading the way to his little sports car. We climbed inside just as a group of women who’d been eating their lunch across from us came around the corner. They stole furtive glances at us, as they walked by the car, whispering to each other quite intently.
    “You have horrible timing,” Conrad said to them, even though they couldn’t hear him with the windows all rolled up.
    I started to laugh. I couldn’t help myself. And, after a moment, Conrad did too.
    We laughed until my throat grew raw and I could hardly catch my breath. I leaned into Conrad, laying my head on his shoulder. And that was all it took to reignite the fire we’d lit inside the restaurant. He turned his head just enough and we were kissing, one of those soul-mingling, no-one-else-could-ever-make-you-feel-that-way-again kisses.
    How could we go from zero to desperate with just one kiss?
    The confines of the car made it nearly impossible for us to maneuver our bodies in a way that was productive. But, somehow, he found a way. My panties hit the floor, torn in two places, just before he pulled me into his lap. The steering wheel threatened to leave bruises in some pretty private places, but he managed to find the button that slid the