Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance A.C. Arthur (the giving tree read aloud .TXT) 📖

She shook her head. “I’m not a sore loser,” she told him. “Besides, they want a show, I’ll definitely give them one.”

And with that she shocked them all, but mostly RJ, by straddling him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Yeaaahh!” Maurice yelled.

“Get ’em, Grace!” Nina followed with a whooping laugh.

Riley whistled this time and he heard Chaz chuckling as well.

RJ couldn’t take his eyes off Grace, or his hands—which had a mind of their own and were now cupping her ass. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded. In the next seconds she was moving in, tilting her head before touching her lips gently to his. RJ was sure this was supposed to be just a peck. Maurice hadn’t specified what type of kiss she needed to give him in his dare, but to hell with that. Like Grace had said, if they wanted a show, they were going to get one. Especially since pulling away from kissing Grace wasn’t something RJ was able to do.

His hands moved up her back as he took the kiss deeper. She followed his lead, hugging him tighter and pressing her body into his. For a moment he almost forgot his family was there staring at them and cheering them on. All he could think about was how good she felt in his arms, how perfect and right it felt kissing her and holding her.

Grace broke the kiss—he was positive he wouldn’t have been able to do it. The cheers and comments in the room grew loud again, reminding him that they weren’t alone. Yet their gazes remained locked. Something was happening, some form of communication passed between them, which RJ didn’t think either of them had expected. It was a silent acknowledgment of sorts, but now was neither the time nor place to explore.

Grace apparently realized that as well because she pulled back from him, easing off his lap to stand and look at him for a few seconds before turning away. When she walked back to her seat it was with her arms raised in triumph, like she’d just run a marathon instead of kissed him senseless. As for RJ, he couldn’t get out of that chair if somebody paid him. His legs felt weak, his chest full of heat and emotion. All he could do was clear his throat to try to get himself together. When his brothers responded to that with more crude comments and guffaws, he replied by giving each of them the middle finger.

Later that evening, after the dinner Grace had decided to skip, RJ walked along the pathway that had taken him to her room so many nights before. The first time he’d walked this way, over a week ago, he’d had no idea what—or rather, who—he was going to find. His lips tilted into a smile as he recalled stepping on the vibrator she’d been looking for, even though at the time, laughter had been the furthest thing from his mind.

There’d been an instant mixture of confusion and elation at seeing her again after so long. Of course that’d been combined with a potent punch of lust once she held the sex toy in her hand. That lust hadn’t abated in the days since that night and the many times he’d slept with her. It never would, apparently. Neither would the feelings he’d been harboring all this time.

His mother had tried to talk to him about it; even his brothers had tried to broach the subject with him over the years, and RJ had shot each of them down, not wanting to admit what was definitely still there. He was still in love with Grace.

What did that even mean now? In the past he’d thought those feelings meant the next step was marriage. Now, after all that had happened, all that he’d learned, did it make sense to hope for a second chance?

“Hey,” Grace said when she opened the door.

He’d been so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t remember knocking.

“Hey,” he replied. “Missed you at dinner.” He punctuated that statement by stepping toward her, slipping a hand around to the nape of her neck. “I missed you a lot.” He pulled her closer, sweeping his tongue along her lips before diving in for a deep kiss right there in her doorway.

When he was finally able to release her, she blinked up at him. His ego inflated at the obvious staggering effects of his kiss on her. RJ grinned and said, “Hello.”

She cleared her throat and shook her head. “Hello, yourself.” Moving out of the way, she let him into her room, then closed and locked the door behind him.

“I have a lot of writing to get done,” she started as he moved farther into the room. “I met with your mother this afternoon and tomorrow I’m meeting with your father and Tobias. Both before the bachelor and bachelorette parties are scheduled to start.”

Stopping near the table where she had her laptop and notepads scattered, he turned back to face her. “The last three interviews.”

She nodded. “And then it’ll be done.”

He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his shorts. “You didn’t interview me.” Truth be told he hadn’t wanted to be interviewed. After agreeing to this story and spending more time with Grace, he hadn’t wanted to be bothered with any of its details. He’d only wanted to focus on her, but he had a job to do.

She came closer to where he stood, lifting her hands to tuck wayward strands of her hair behind her ears. She wore a nightshirt, legs and feet bare, hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be interviewed. Besides, I know how everything your father did affected your life. And I know you’ve always had a distaste for the feud between him and Tobias.”

It was an inherited distaste, he could admit, since he’d never