Page 20 of Filthy Rich Ex's Brothers

The elevator closes just as I round the corner to the elevator bay, and I know she’s in it, going up to the hotel room I reserved for her. Biting my tongue too hard, I punch at the elevator button until one appears, then I jump inside and smash thebutton.

My heart races while the elevator ascends. It finally opens, and I step out and turn. I see her at her hotel door, flashing her keycard against the reader.

I reach the door just as it's closing, catching it right before it clicks shut.

For a moment, I consider the possibility that I’ve read too much into this, that I might be seeing desire where there is none. I wouldn’t be the first man to do that.

But then, when I catch the door, I see her face on the other side, watching her set her camera down with one hand and drop her shoes with the other. She’s already reaching toward me, head tilting up, that heavy-lidded gaze fixed right on me now even as the door threatens to close between us.

I push it open, step inside, take her in my arms, and press her against the wall. “Caught you.”

The words come out low, barely formed, something like a growl.

I have never felt like this before. I like to think of myself as someone who can maintain control. Who makes decisions based on logic.

But the logical decision was not to leave the event. The logical decision was not to chase this woman through my hotel, opening myself up to the judgment of anyone I might have passed.

It’s not logical to be pressing my body against hers.

In fact, if I needed a woman in my arms right now, I had many other far more reasonable choices than Serena MacKenzie. Choices that would be safer. Women who would never have run from my attention.

But none of them would have looked at me like this, would have breathed hard against my chest, would have tilted their chin and been so fucking defiant and slid their hands up under my jacket. None of them would have played the game, made me chase them, and maybe that’s the entire fucking point.

“Caught me,” Serena rasps, before pulling me down and bringing my mouth to hers.

Chapter 10

Serena

This is wrong.

Holy fuck, this is so fucking wrong.

I’m kissing my boyfriend’s brother. My ex-boyfriend’s brother. Alex’s brother.

His much older brother. Who is also my boss. My employer.

The man who sent a card to my house and left a dress in this room, and who is currently balling the fabric of said dress in his fists, a desperate tug of desire so potent it shoots straight through me and to the hot, wet place between my legs.

“Ser-ena,” Travis rasps, his hands traveling down my sides, gripping the fabric, pausing on my hips, then sliding around to cup my ass. I’m two people at once—both lost in this, moving against him, touching him and gasping at the feel of his hands on me. “Serena.”

And also standing outside myself, commenting on the absolutefuckeryof this situation.

I’m going to fuck Alex’s brother. And not only am I going to, but I’m…soturned on. My body never—never—felt like this when I was with Alex. With anyone. Under Travis’s hands, I feel feral, like I’m drowning, like I can’t possibly get my body close enough to his.

This is why people write songs about this.Thismust be why people cheat on their partners, this feeling like I need Travis to pin me down, take me apart, be on me and inside me at the same time. This is why attraction causes bad decisions.

And this is my boyfriend’s brother.

Myex-boyfriend.Fuckwad, I hear Lillie say, but I don’t want to hear what else she might have to say about this moment, so I slam that part of my mind shut. Instead of thinking, I bury my face in the crook of Travis’s neck as he lifts me up, moves me over to the desk, sets me down and stands between my legs.

When I breathe deeply, I get a hit of his cologne, warm and spicy. Dark, lush, like the back of a hand over my cheek. If I ever get the chance, I’m going through his things until I find the bottle, so I can steal it and administer it to myself like a drug.

“You knew exactly what you were doing down there.” Travis’s lips are on me, his voice vibrating through my body as he shoves the hem of my dress up my thighs with one hand, the other pulling at the neckline.

I gasp when he gets the neckline down and wastes no time in lowering his head, pushing me back against the wall and taking a nipple in his mouth. Air sucks out of me in a stuttering breath, my chest convulsing, eyes closing.

“What was I doing?” I manage, voice surprisingly steady for the absolute tsunami of emotion inside me. I bury my hands in Travis’s hair and ride the motion of his head as he sucks and licks, holds the sensitive part of my nipple between his teeth and looks up at me with those dark, dark eyes.