Exposing the Heiress by Jennifer Apodaca Page A

off, and tossed it on the counter.
    She ran her gaze over his incredible inked shoulders and chest, catching sight of a bullet tattoo over his heart. Odd. She’d ask later. Right now, she molded her hands over the thickness of his shoulders, absorbing and memorizing the feel of him. Tracing the warm skin of his chest, and wrapping her hands around the bands of muscle on the sides of his abs then back to the front to that thin trail of hair leading down.
    His muscles undulated and he hissed in sharply.
    She glanced up. Color bloomed in his face, and his eyes burned. She undid the button on his shorts, eased down his zipper. His massive erection sprang out, long and thick. Alyssa traced the darker colored head, entranced by the soft feel. Wrapping her fingers around him, she pushed down his hard length.
    Hunt shuddered, his thighs and abs visually rippling.
    A hot sense of power roared in her ears. Her touch did this to him. Experimenting, she stroked the sensitive tip with one palm while jacking him with her fingers.
    Hunt slammed his palm down on the counter. Thrusting into her hand, he leaned toward her. “Kiss me.”
    She looked up and he sealed his mouth over hers.
    …
    She was trying to kill him. Jesus, he loved it. Her hand on his cock drove him to the edge, but her mouth? The way she opened to him wet and hot ripped down his spine. More, he wanted more of her and sucked in her bottom lip, then thrust his tongue against hers, absorbing the taste of her. So damned perfect.
    Instinctively, she matched his fierceness, stroking his cock harder, kissing him deeper, ripping away the last of his control. She stripped him raw. His orgasm hovered so close, he shuddered. Sheer will held it off.
    Breaking the kiss, he eased her hand off his dick and swept her up in his arms. “Need a condom, they’re in my room.” His heart pounded and he struggled to breathe beneath the searing heat and anticipation. “Then it’s my turn. Your clothes are coming off, and I’m going to touch you, kiss you and drive my cock into you while looking into your eyes.” He swallowed a deep groan at just the thought of thrusting into her heat. He took a step, determined not to stumble. Lyssie trusted him for sex and to keep her safe. “I can’t wait. Have to—”
    The front door banged open. “Where is she? Where is the runaway bride trending all over social media?”
    “Fuck.” Hunt snarled. In the space of a second he set Lyssie down, zipped up his shorts, and leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m going to kill my sister.”
    Alyssa stared up at him with unfocused eyes. “Erin always did know how to make an entrance.”

Chapter Eight
    Hunt couldn’t believe his sister showed up now. Why the hell had he ever given Erin the codes to his alarm system? His entire body and mind burned for Lyssie, craved her in a way that went beyond sex. When he touched her, the darkness inside him, the one that drove him to his studio to vent his nightmares, pulled back. He dragged in a breath of regret and stepped back from Lyssie just as his sister blew in like a summer storm, full of wild wheat curls and boundless energy.
    Erin skidded to a stop in front of them with furious eyes. “How long have you two been together?” She turned to Alyssa on the barstool. “All these years, I don’t hear from you. Nothing. And now you’re sleeping with my brother?”
    Alyssa cringed back. “Erin, no, it’s not like that.”
    An icy wind blew over Hunt’s lust. “We’re not together.” Not like that. They weren’t in a relationship. This was an agreement, one where no one got hurt.
    Lyssie stood. “I hired Hunt and his agency to help me with a problem.”
    “Really?” Erin shoved her hand in her purse and pulled out her phone. “Because this picture on RevealPop doesn’t look like a working relationship to me.” She thumbed through her phone, then turned it toward them.
    Lyssie stiffened at the mention of the tabloid journalism site. They both