Read Online Zero To Sixty (BWWM, Sports, Billionaire) by Tamara Adams - Free Book Online

waiting, watching and being watched. Six hours to regret, or second guess her decision. She wasn't sure if it was the warm looks Ansel was giving her, but she hadn't wavered for a minute.
                  Not until now.
                  They'd eaten take out already with the guys. Now everyone had retreated to their bedrooms or the entertainment room on the first floor. There was also a lively game of billiards happening in the game room. But she and Ansel had other things to do.
                  He hadn't been kidding when he told her that he didn't need the sponsorship money. This was apparently one of four houses he owned, not including the old homestead his grandmother still owned, or the condo he'd given her as a gift.
                  He'd been a bit sheepish when he explained that he'd never researched where to buy a house, or a car for that matter. He didn't have a stock portfolio. He liked tangible investments, something he could hold in his hand. He just saw something he wanted and went for it. He'd made it clear that he was talking about her as well.
                  He wanted her. Badly enough to call the client and make sure she'd be at his beck and call during the racing season. Badly enough to buy a new trailer.
                  Badly enough to let his guard down.
                  She wanted him too.
                  Badly enough to embark on an affair that could destroy her career. But it wouldn't. He wouldn't put her at risk. She knew that now. Ansel might be reckless and wild, but he had a conscience.
                  She hoped so anyway.
                  She was rubbing oil into her skin when she heard the soft knock at the door. She slipped her silk robe over her shoulders and went to answer it.
                  Ansel stood there in fresh clothes, his hair still damp from his own shower. He looked good enough to eat.
                  "Come in."
                  He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
                  "So what do you think?"
                  She looked around the room. It was sparsely furnished but huge, with heavy carved wooden furniture. It was masculine in the extreme, with a gas fireplace across the room. He walked over to it and turned it on.
                  "It's the biggest guest room I've ever seen."
                  He looked a bit sheepish as he walked back across the room.
                  "Actually, this is my room."
                  Her mouth dropped open.
                  "Oh. So everybody knows…"
                  He shrugged.
                  "They don't know anything. But they can guess all they want. And they will."
                  He pulled her into his arms.
                  "Does that bother you?"
                  "I guess not…"
                  He brushed her hair away from her face.
                  "Good. I don't want you worrying about anything. Just this…"
                  He leaned forward and caught her chin, tilting her head back. Denise looked up at him. His bright blue eyes were serious as he stared at her lips. This time when he kissed her there was no teasing, no easing into it. It was game on from the start.
                  He moaned as she melted against him, his hands sliding all over the silky robe. He grabbed her hips and lifted her so that she straddled him. Then he walked across the room, never stopping the kiss for an instant. The next thing she knew, he was lowering her to the bed.
                  He leaned back and pulled his shirt up.
                  "I want you so bad Denise…"
                  She stared up at him, not wanting to ask, but feeling like she had