Page 169 of The Rebel Billionaire

“Brooke.”

CHAPTER 51

HARPER

Iincline my head, my eyes moving to his lips as he whispers my name.

Reaching up, I place my lips against his.

My breath quickens, my fingers aching with the need to touch.

I know I shouldn’t. I should thank him and step away, but the memory of his mouth on mine all those months ago and of waking up next to him this morning, curled into his side… I can’t.

I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want Alessandro Bianchi. I want to feel his hands and mouth on my body, mine on his.

His heart beats rapidly under my hands, his attention locked on me. He doesn’t step back, so I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips, eliciting a growl that has my pussy clenching in anticipation.

I moan, my hands sliding up and into the short hair at the nape of his neck, raking my fingers against the skin, as he pulls me closer. There’s no mistaking his swollen cock pressed between us.

I roll my hips, earning myself another growl.

He drags his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine, closing his eyes for a second before opening them his gaze locking on mine.

“Brooke,” he says, his arms still wrapped around me.

“Alessandro,” I say, using his full name.

He moans.

“Do you know what it does to me when you use my full name?”

“I thought…”

He clasps my hips, pulling me firmly against him. I gasp, pressing forward, unsure where this newfound confidence has come from. I may be experienced in the ways of the world, but seduction is not one of them.

His hands tighten, but he doesn’t push me away.

“This is a dangerous game we’re playing.”

“We’re both consenting adults,” I say.

“I’m quite a bit older than you. You work for me. There’s a serious power imbalance. We’re at different stages in our lives,” he says.

“It sounds like you’ve thought a lot about this,” I say.

The idea excites me.

“More than I should,” he admits, closing his eyes.

I draw his bottom lip into my mouth and suck gently.

His grip tightens. A thousand butterflies dance in my stomach while desire pools south.

It’s my turn to moan, the pressure of his mouth on mine growing, his tongue sliding between my lips and duelling with mine. I suck on it as his hands sink into my hair, angling our mouths, deepening the kiss.

How long we stand there on the stairs, I don’t know. Alex pushes the throw aside, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me up the stairs. He turns left instead of right this time, shouldering his way into his room.

He lowers my feet to the floor, sliding me down his body.