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The third novella in my sizzling hot Sinful Rewards serial releases September 16th. Today, I’m sharing the first excerpt! Yay!!!
Nicolas listens to the caller, asking more questions than he answers, the communication blunt, to the point, wasting no time. As he talks about financing and interest rates, citing figures in the millions, he strokes my side, not venturing any higher or any lower, seeming content with this innocent touching.
We have time, he’s telling me. He’s not going anywhere. I’m grateful for this slower pace, as I suspect any ground Nicolas conquers, he keeps, and I’m not ready to be completely captured, not yet.
He stretches out his legs, his expensive leather shoes placed flat on the carpeted floor of the limousine. Nicolas’s eyelids lower, his eyelashes thick, his face softening. He resembles a sleek black panther, appearing slumberous yet ready to pounce at any minute. His fingertips swirl lazy circles into my skin.
He ends his call and tosses the phone on the seat. Another man might apologize for the interruption. Nicolas says nothing. He’s a successful real estate developer. Interruptions are part of his world, of my world now. It shouldn’t bother me.
But it does. . .a little. My mom always put her work demands before her time with me, needing the job at the diner to pay our bills. I want to come first with someone, unrealistic as this dream is.
“My boss is announcing my promotion to full time today.” I share my work news with Nicolas. I’ll no longer be temporary, and he, of all people, will understand what this means to me. He prefers to build long-term relationships, maintaining them forever. This is one of the things I like. . .love about him.
“Is he?” Nicolas cups my chin and turns my face toward his. The vibrations under my ass fade, the limousine rolling to a stop. We’ve arrived, but I don’t want to leave him. Judging by the gleam in his eyes and the intent way he’s looking at me, Nicolas feels the same way.
“He is. I know he is. I organized the party yesterday.” I give Nicolas a nervous smile, my stomach fluttering with excitement. He’ll kiss me now. I’m certain of this. His embrace will be demanding, possessive, as forceful, as consuming as his personality, erasing all thoughts of other men, especially tattooed former marines. “There will be cupcakes and coffee,” I continue to babble.
“Bee.” Nicolas traps my face between his beautiful hands, his fingers soft yet unyielding, preventing all escape.
I swallow hard. “Yes?”
“Let me be the first to congratulate you.” He draws me closer. My gaze meets his, the passion in his brown eyes captivating me. This passion is for me, ordinary, broke-ass Belinda Carter.
Nicolas dips his head and skims his lips over mine, slowly, gently, a brief teasing caress. His breath brushes across my cheeks, his warmth coaxing the fire inside me higher. The scent of mint and expensive cologne tickles my nostrils, filling my senses with him. I lean into my billionaire, clutching his shoulders, eager for more, wishing to lose myself in his embrace, to forget all other kisses.
Nicolas pulls away from me, and his gaze searches my face. I don’t know what he’s looking for. His fingers remain curved around my cheeks, holding me in place. All I have is his for the taking.
I want him to take, I want him to kiss me again, deeper, longer this time, imprinting his being on my soul, finally igniting the passion simmering inside me. I lick my bottom lip, anxious for this claiming, for my foolish disappointment to dissipate.
Nicolas’s eyes darken. “I like to be the first in everything.”
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Bee Carter’s carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn’t working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.
Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?
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