CRAVE
by Monica Murphy
New
York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy launches
her sexy Billionaire Bachelors Club series with the story of Archer and Ivy: a
lavish bet, a night of carnal desires, and a forever they never thought
possible…
Ivy
“What is this?” I take the wadded up
fabric from his hand, our fingers accidentally brushing and heat rushes through
me at first contact.
“One
of my T-shirts.” He shrugs those broad shoulders, which are still encased in
fine white cotton. “I know you didn’t have anything to wear to…bed. Thought I
could offer you this.”
His eyes darkened at the word bed and
my knees wobble. Good lord, what this man is doing to me is so completely
foreign, I’m not quite sure how to react.
“Um,
thanks. I appreciate it.” The T-shirt is soft, the fabric thin, as if it’s been
worn plenty of times, and I have the sudden urge to hold it to my nose and
inhale. See if I can somehow smell his scent lingering in the fabric.
The
man is clearly turning me into a freak of epic proportions.
“You’re welcome.” He leans his tall
body against the doorframe, looking sleepy and rumpled and way too sexy for
words. I want to grab his hand and yank him into my room.
Wait,
no I don’t. That’s a bad, terrible idea.
Liar.
“Is that all then?” I ask because we
don’t need to be standing here having this conversation. First, my brother
could find us and start in again on what a mistake we are. Second, I’m growing
increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that I’m completely naked beneath the
robe. Third, I’m still contemplating shedding the robe and showing Archer just
how naked I am.
“Yeah. Guess so.” His voice is rough
and he pushes away from the doorframe. “Well. Good night.”
“Good
night,” I whisper but I don’t shut the door. I don’t move.
Neither
does he.
“Ivy…”
His voice trails off and he clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. Which is
hot. Oh my God, everything he does is hot and I decide to give in to my
impulses because screw it.
I
want him.
Archer
Like
an idiot, I can’t come up with anything to say. It’s like my throat is clogged
and I can hardly force a sound out, what with Ivy standing before me, her long,
wavy dark hair tumbling past her shoulders, her slender body engulfed in the
thick white robe I keep for guests. The very same type of robe we provide at
Hush.
But
then she does something so surprising, so amazingly awesome I’m momentarily
dumbfounded by the sight.
Her
slender hands go for the belt of the robe and she undoes it quickly, the fabric
parting, revealing bare skin. Completely bare skin.
Holy
shit. She’s naked. And she just dumped the robe onto the ground so she’s
standing in front of me. Again, I must stress, naked.
My
mouth drops open, a rough sound coming from low in my throat. Damn, she’s
gorgeous. All long legs and curvy waist and hips and full breasts topped with
pretty pink nipples. I’m completely entranced for a long, agonizing moment. All
I can do is gape at her.
“Well,
are you just going to stand there and wait for my brother to come back out and
find us like this or are you going to come inside my room?”
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