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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…
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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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