Simon, undercover on New York’s streets to expose his corrupt uncle, is finally free to reclaim his fortune and old life. But just before returning, he lingers-drawn to Victoria, the kind waitress who treated him with humanity. When he’s about to reveal his true identity, one word shatters him: fiancé. What will Simon choose-duty, wealth, or a love already claimed?
Carl glares at us with contempt, as if his shorter frame won’t put him at a serious disadvantage. Part of me would enjoy him challenging Simon or Luis. They’d destroy him. Then again, the guy never did know when to quit. He can seethe all he likes. Even he knows they’ve lost. With one final…
For a moment, I pretend nothing exists outside this bed. Just me and Simon, his steady, sedating pulse lulling me back to sleep. His arm drapes protectively over my waist, the weight of it exhilarating and soothing, just like him. With a low grumble and a stretch, the bed dips with his weight as he…
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, silently entreating her not to, though I’ll do whatever she needs me to. “Tell me, and I swear I will.” She stares at me, a slight quiver to her chin she immediately sets firm. “I don’t want you to stop. But what about your wound? I don’t want to…
Each nip, each swipe, each of his fingers digging into my hips sends me circling higher and higher. A euphoric shiver shudders across my spine despite the building heat. I’m quickly becoming addicted to this man, and I don’t even care, as long as I never have to be without him. “God, you’re sexy,” Simon…
Never looked more like mine. As we move together, I trace fingertips over the line of her collarbone. Her skin pebbles as I move a hand to her breast. I knead the softness, dragging my thumb over her hardened nipple as I play her like a guitar. Victoria squirms beneath my touch, causing her walls…
Luis confirms with the bob of his head. As I take in his massive frame and stoic presence, those pieces fit together. If I were hiring a bodyguard or wanted to intimidate someone, I’d choose him, too. “While I appreciate it,” I say, “that sounds… a little intense.” Simon doesn’t falter, his voice dead serious…
Morons. Becoming dangerous ones, at that. “Shut the fuck up, all of you.” Elon walks toward me until the barrel of the gun is pressed up against my stomach. Yeah, that’s right. Keep your eyes on me, not her. “You think you’re some kind of hero?” I can’t help the grunt that escapes as he…
“I wasn’t about to let him hurt you.” He presses another kiss to my forehead. “Let’s go home.” Home. I love the sound of that. A special place for just the two of us, away from the harsh outside world. And I just… love him. He told me he loved me, but I was almost…
The question echoes through the incessant beeping of the otherwise quiet hospital room. My whole life, I’ve been afraid of laying my feelings bare. Of getting hurt, of not being enough. But looking at him now-injured, yet still trying to comfort me-I realize something: I’ve never wanted to run from anything less in my life.…
For the first time since we walked into the bar, his easy smile fades. He studies me, the neon lights from the sign reflected in his gaze. When he finally speaks, his words are careful, deliberate. “What if I told you I was a billionaire?” Okay, so he must be in a teasing mood, not…