Read Online Reckless (Fractured Farrells: A Damaged Billionaire Series Book 2) by Mallory Crowe - Free Book Online Page B

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    Once she had the jacket off, she froze. “Damn it,” she muttered, and handed the jacket back to him. “Hold this for one second.”
    As soon as he held the fabric, she pulled off her oversized denim shirt, dropping it on the floor next to the sink. “Okay, hand me the jacket.”
    “As much as I’m loving this situation, is there a reason we’re stripping?”
    She smirked at him as she turned on the sink to run cold water. “I’m trying to get this off your jacket and I didn’t want to get even more paint from my shirt on the jacket while I’m cleaning.”
    “Should we make sure I don’t have paint on my pants?” he cracked.
    “You’re SOL on the pants. I might not even be able to help with this. But it’s worth a try.” She ran the spot under the water, letting the stain get soaked for a few seconds before she turned off the water, set the jacket on the black marble counter and grabbed a clean washcloth from the towel rack. “And now that I think about it, I hope water doesn’t ruin this. What are the washing requirements for this?”
    “Dry-clean only. Does that mean it can’t get wet?”
    Malia’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know. I’ve never owned anything dry-clean only before.”
    “Well, I guess we’ll learn together.”
    Malia shook her head as she dabbed at the jacket. “I can’t believe I might’ve ruined this. It probably cost thousands and thousands of dollars.”
    “I have lots more where that came from.”
    “But it was expensive, right?”
    Well, there was no use even denying that. “If you ruining my jacket directly led to you taking your top off in front of me, that sounds like a win.”
    “God, you’re a hornball.” She dabbed at the jacket one more time before she stepped back. “Well, that’s all I can do here. I’m really sorry, Robert.”
    “It’s fine. I’ll send it down with the dry cleaning department and they’ll have it good as new. Promise.”
    She stepped back and frowned. “Wait. Did you just say there’s dry cleaning here?”
    “Well...yeah. But you didn’t give me a chance to say that before you...” He motioned to the tight tank top she wore. “And once that was there, thinking straight suddenly became more difficult.”
    “You’re a dog.” Even as she said the words, there was a hint of laughter at the situation in her eyes. They really had made progress.
    “No use denying that. Now come here.” Leaving his jacket on the counter, he took her hand and led her back into the room. He felt her tense as they reached the bed, but he just tightened his grip as he pulled her to a stop. “Sit down.”
    She narrowed her eyes even as she did what he asked. Once she was down, he crossed to the curtains and pulled them shut. The bright Hawaii sun still creeped in through the cracks in the curtain, but the room was dark enough. Once it was shut, he picked up his laptop and charging cord.
    “I’m going to catch up on a few things, but I want you to spend the next few hours relaxing. I’ll have someone grab some clothes for you and we’ll regroup later tonight.”
    Malia nodded and ran her hands over the soft white comforter.
    Robert’s cock hardened at the sight, and he wished like hell that he wasn’t leaving. “I’ll be back later,” he promised. And then they would have a serious talk about the sleeping arrangements.
    He started to leave, but Malia stood.
    He turned to face her. “I’m not playing around. You need to rest and—”
    Malia twisted her fingers in his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. Any noble intentions flew out the window and off the balcony as he crushed her body against his. He ran his hands along her back and toned ass as he let her lead the kiss. She took out her frustrations of the day as she nibbled on his bottom lip and raked her nails along his back.
    “Fuck,” he muttered. Her animalistic side was sexier than he could’ve imagined. Somehow in his fantasies, she’d been timid and shy, but this