His Forever Family
Found: one baby…and the boss’s future bride?Tiny and helpless—the abandoned newborn that venture capitalist Marcus Warren finds during a morning run takes him by surprise. So does the sudden longing for his capable assistant, Liberty Reese, who reveals her tender side with the baby.But Liberty must resist her gorgeous boss’s advances. Her secrets could destroy his trust, her career and the chance to care for the foster child they are both coming to love. Even so, she can’t deny the heat between them—or the fear that her past will end their chance to create a forever family.
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She was doing this, she really was.
She was crossing that little line and getting into an elevator with Marcus.
âOkay?â he asked as the doors slid shut, blocking them off from the bright lobby. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her in close. âStill okay?â
In her dreams, Marcus swept into the office and kissed her and told her how much he needed her and yes, they wound up in bed.
But in those dreams, Marcus was the one doing all the sweeping. She didnât do anything but let herself get carried away in the over-the-top romance of the whole situation.
This was stupid. This wasnât just a riskâthis was practically career suicide. Yes, she wanted Marcus and yes, he wanted her, and thank God they were both unattached, consenting adults.
It didnât change the fact that she was initiating a physical relationship with her boss. It didnât change the fact that sheâd kissed him back.
But there was no going back to the way things were.
âBetter than okay,â she said, pulling him down for a kiss.
Marcusâs lips moved over hers as he spun and backed her against the wall of the elevator.
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His Forever Family is part of Mills & Boonâs no. 1 bestselling series Billionaires and Babies: Powerful men ⦠wrapped around their babiesâ little fingers
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Sarah M. Anderson
Award-winning author SARAH M. ANDERSON may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out west on the Great Plains. With a lifelong love of horses and two history teachers for parents, it wasnât long before her characters found themselves out in South Dakota among the Lakota Sioux.
Sarahâs book A Man of Privilege won the RT Book Reviews 2012 Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Awards Series: Desire. Her book Straddling the Line was named Best Desire of 2013 by CataRomance, and Mystic Cowboy was a 2014 BBA Finalist in the Single Title category as well as a finalist for the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence.
When not helping out at her sonâs school or walking her rescue dogs, Sarah spends her days having conversations with imaginary cowboys and American Indians, all of which is surprisingly well-tolerated by her wonderful husband. Readers can find out more about Sarahâs love of cowboys and Indians at www.sarahmanderson.com.
To Sasha Devlin, my Spring Fling buddy. Weâll always have Chicago!
And when we donât, weâll always have Twitter!
âCome on, Ms. Reese,â Marcus Warren called over his shoulder. âItâs not that hot.â
He paused in the middle of the jogging path to wait for his executive assistant, Liberty Reese, to catch up with him. He looked around, checking for any vans with dark windows that didnât belong. It was an old habit, keeping an eye out for danger. But as usual, aside from some other runners, he and Ms. Reese had the shoreline to themselves. Thank God. The past was in the past, he repeated to himself until his anxiety faded.
Man, he loved Lake Michigan. The early-morning light made the rippling water a deep blue. The sky was clear and warmed by the sun, which seemed to hover just about a foot over the surface of the water. Later today, the heat would be oppressive, but right now, running along the lakefront with a cool breeze blowing in from the water?
This was as close to free as Marcus got to feel.
He checked his Fitbit. His heart rate was falling. âYouâre not going to let the heat beat you, are you, Ms. Reese?â he teased, stretching out his quads.
Ms. Reese puffed up next to him. âMay I take a moment to point outâagainâthat youâre not taking notes while you run?â she said, glaring at him.
But he wasnât fooled. He saw the way the corner of her lips curved up as she said it. She was trying not to smile.
He kept stretching so she could catch her breath. âBut Iâm talking. That counts for something, right?â
She rolled her eyes and finished off the water. That made him grin. He was Marcus Warren, heir to his fatherâs Warren Investments financial empire and his motherâs Marquis Hotel empire. He was the sole owner of Warren Capital, a venture capital firm heâd started with his trust-fund money. He owned half of the Chicago Blackhawks and a quarter of the Chicago Bulls, in addition to 75 percent of the pro soccer team, the Chicago Fire. He was one of the richest bachelors in the country and possibly the richest one in Chicago.
People simply did not roll their eyes at him.
Except for Ms. Reese.
She tucked the bottle back into her belt. Then, her fingers hovering over the Bluetooth earpiece she wore at all times, she asked, âSo how do you want to proceed with the watchmakers?â
