Kissed by My Best Friend’s Billionaire Dad

Chapter 3 The Key Card

Friday at five sharp, a hotel address came through.

Adrian was standing outside the top-floor suite. He held out the keycard.

"Your call," he said.

"And if I get in there and change my mind?"

"I take you home."

"If I tell you to stop?"

"Then I stop."

He didn't open the door for me. I stood there holding the keycard for a moment, then swiped it myself.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole city lit up behind them. On the coffee table, one bottle of wine and a takeout menu. Nothing else.

"You didn't even do dinner?" I asked.

"I didn't know what you like."

"It's not in my file?"

"Your file also won't tell me whether you close your eyes when you kiss."

My face went hot. "You've never even kissed me."

"That's why I'm waiting for you to tell me."

He was still standing by the door.

I crossed the room, took hold of his tie, and rose onto my toes to kiss him.

Adrian went rigid for half a second. Then his arm locked around my waist, and he pinned me against the door. The key card slipped from my hand onto the carpet. His kiss was deep and demanding, his tongue parting my lips as the faint taste of wine filled my mouth.

His mouth moved from the corner of my lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear. His stubble grazed my skin. I clutched his shoulders, but a soft gasp still escaped.

"You were brave a minute ago," he murmured against my ear. His palm glided from my waist to my ass, squeezing me through my dress. "Now all you can do is shake?"

"You talk too much."

His low laugh vibrated through my body. A second later, he scooped me up and set me on the entryway console. One of my heels fell off, and the cold surface pressed against the backs of my thighs.

He stepped between my parted knees. His gaze dragged over my rumpled skirt, bunched high enough to reveal the edge of my panties.

Instinctively, I tried to close my legs. He stopped me with a gentle hand.

"Do you want to stop?"

I shook my head.

"Say it."

"No."

"Then don't hide." His thumb pressed into my inner thigh. His voice was so rough he sounded nothing like the controlled man who commanded every room he entered. "Look at me, Maya. I want to see your face when I touch you."

His hand disappeared beneath my skirt. His palm was hot, his fingertips skimming the top of my stockings before finding the soaked fabric between my thighs and pressing against the most sensitive part of me.

I fisted a hand in his hair. My hips jerked before I could stop them.

He froze. "Did I hurt you?"

"No…"

"Then what was that?"

My cheeks burned beneath his stare. "I liked it."

The last trace of restraint vanished from Adrian's eyes.

He kissed me and pulled the wet fabric aside. His fingers found me hot and swollen, stroking me open with slow, deliberate movements. I bit his lower lip, my breath unraveling as my legs locked around his waist. He was hard against me through his trousers, hot and rigid between my thighs.

"You can still change your mind," he said.

I kissed him first and caught his lip between my teeth. "Take me inside. I want you inside me."

The bedroom door closed behind us.