Roaring Hot! (Contemporary Romance): A Billionaire Biker Romance by Rachelle Ayala Page A

press over her. He swept her hair to the side and nibbled on her neck while cupping her breast. Normally, a woman at this stage would be wild with lust, raking her fingernails across him and writhing in his arms.
    Amy made the motions, but something was off. Teo caressed her nipple over her clothes and captured her mouth again. She whimpered as she took his tongue between her lips. Her breath was hot and she seemed to enjoy the kiss, but …
    Teo stopped the kiss and placed his hands on neutral territory.
    “Why did you stop?” Amy’s eyes snapped open, and a fleeting look of shock and dismay crossed her face.
    “You’re an actress and not a very good one.” He steeled his voice. “Up, off of my bed.”
    “Why? You started this. Sorry if I’m not moaning and screaming your name in ecstasy.”
    “We don’t seem to get along, do we?” Teo rolled on the bed until he was face up. He clasped his hands around the back of his head, putting on a devil-may-care attitude.
    “I seriously don’t get you.” Amy jumped from the bed and stomped toward the connecting door. “If you’re negging me or putting me down to gain control of me, it won’t work. I know everything about players, and I’m only here because I’m under contract.”
    “I told you tonight was a night off. No acting. I don’t need to bed you to show that I can. I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”
    She picked up her purse and threw it at him. “You ass. I’m not a whore!”
    He opened her purse. Ha ha, she had a roll of condoms. He dumped them on the bed. “And what are these? Looks like you came prepared.”
    “Give those back.” She charged onto the bed and made a grab for them. “You have no business going into my purse.”
    “You threw it at me.” He ducked and turned onto his belly, pushing the condoms underneath him.
    She shook his shoulder. “Let me have them.”
    “You won’t be needing them.”
    “You’re not the only man in Germany.”
    Her little fists pounding on his shoulders felt like the pats of a masseuse.
    Teo moaned. “That feels good. Tell me, Amy, were you really going to have sex with me?”
    “Why didn’t you wait to find out?”
    Why didn’t he? A spike of adrenaline stabbed his gut. He’d just lost his chance to test her, to see if she would have resisted him. No woman had ever stopped him before. Was it because of his magnetic sex appeal, or that he was a billionaire’s son? His gut twisted. He hadn’t wanted to know the answer. Amy’s body language already told him she would have stopped. Better to be the one doing the rejection than be on the receiving end.
    Teo extracted the condoms and handed them to her. “I want to make one thing clear. Your employment or being part of the show has nothing to do with whether you sleep with me or not. Honest.”
    “That’s good to know.” She stuffed the strip into her purse. “I don’t sleep with people I work with.”
    “Why did you have the condoms?”
    She cringed and shrugged, then dropped her gaze to the bedspread.
    “You thought I was going to force you? And you wanted to be prepared?”
    He dangled a bait, so tempting and easy to take. She could play the victim and place the blame on him.
    “No, you’d never force me. It’s just I want so badly to be an actress, and you know what they say.”
    “Have you ever slept your way into a part before?” He hated that he had to grill her, but Oba-chan was an amazing judge of character and would see right through her if she wasn’t genuine.
    “No, but I’ve thought about it. I shouldn’t tell you this. Never mind …”
    He reached over and touched her shoulder, drawing her closer so they were side by side, facing each other. “You can tell me.”
    Her lips trembled and she took a deep breath. He wanted to wipe the worry lines from between her eyes, except she was still so cute, looking troubled and scared.
    “I want this job badly. If I get cut, my parents will think I’m a failure. The last