No Ring Required: Millionaire's Calculated Baby Bid
MILLIONAIRE'S CALCULATED BABY BIDSelf-made millionaire Ethan Curtis must produce an heir with a woman from exclusive social circles. Mary Kelley was shocked by his heartless proposition, until their nights together turn into so much more than just a convenient arrangement.PLAYBOY'S RUTHLESS PLAYBACKWhen a rival sullies his reputation, Mac Valentine strikes back using his enemy’s daughter. He plans to hire her, seduce her, then walk away. But Olivia Winston is not so easily manipulated… and tempts him like no other…RICH MAN'S VENGEFUL SEDUCTIONTycoon Damien Sauer had given his heart to just one woman… only to have it trampled on. Now the time for revenge has finally arrived. He’ll make Tess York pay for her mistake… and satisfy his desire at the same time!
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No Ring Required
Millionaireâs Calculated Baby Bid
Playboyâs Ruthless Payback
Rich Manâs Vengeful Seduction
Laura Wright
LAURA WRIGHT has spent most of her life immersed in the world of acting, singing and competitive ballroom dancing. But when she started writing romance, she knew sheâd found her true calling! Although born and raised in Minneapolis, Laura has also lived in New York, Ohio and Wisconsin. Currently, she has set down her bags in Los Angeles, California, and although the town can be a little crazy at times, Laura is grateful to have her theatrical production manager husband, two young children and three dogs to keep her sane.
During her downtime from writing, Laura loves to paint, play peek-a-boo with her little boy, go to movies with her husband and read with her daughter. She loves hearing from her readers and can be reached at PO Box 57523, Sherman Oaks, CA 91413, USA.
Millionaireâs Calculated Baby Bid
Laura Wright
For Lucca Elliott, my sweet baby boy â¦
One hour ago Mary had expected to lie back on the king-size bed in the most exclusive bed-and-breakfast in Long Lake, Minnesota, and let Ethan Curtis make love to her, with no emotion, zero response from her body. At that very same time, sheâd wondered if heâd be rough, cold, like the unfeeling bastard sheâd met in her familyâs former offices a week agoâthe offices he now controlled and ran like a well-oiled, profit-gouging, soul-sucking machine.
His mouth moved over hers, slowly, seductively coaxing her back to the present. Every time his skin brushed against hers, every time his teeth raked lightly over her neck or back or shoulder, she mewled so loudly with desire she was sure the entire inn heard her and knew exactly what she was doing.
Ethan Curtis mightâve been a bastard, but he was anything but cold.
Moonlight spilled into the room, making it impossible not to see Ethanâs face as he pushed into her again, his cut cheekbones, hard mouth, and tanned neck taut with exertion and damp with sweat. His cobalt gaze slipped from her eyes to her mouth, and he lowered his head. Maryâs heart hammered in her chest as she tried to force back the rush of desire in her blood when his full mouth found hers and nuzzled her lips open.
The reality of why they were here in bed together, so that her father was now free from any threat of prison, scratched at the door of her mind. She wished she could crawl out from underneath Ethan and leave the room, but her body continued to betray her. Maybe it was because she hadnât been with a man in two years. Maybe she just craved the weight and the closeness and the surge of adrenaline, but she wanted this man so badly she ached with it.
Ethan drifted lazily from her mouth to her cheek, then to her ear. She felt the tip of his tongue against her lobe and shivered, her back arching, her hips arching, her body taking him deeper. Her ears were surprisingly sensitive, and she hated that he knew it, that he was having this power over herâyet loved it at the same time. His tongue flicked back and forth as though he were tending to more than just the lobe of her ear, and she trembled again with sudden spasms she couldnât control. Outside their door, she heard voices, heavy footfall in the hallway, then a door closing. Had they heard her as she moaned with desire, her body begging him for more?
The urge to touch Ethan, grab his lower back and buttocks, sink her fingers and nails into his muscular flesh was almost overwhelming and she fisted the sheets at her sides. It was the one thing sheâd promised herselfânot to touch him. But the pledge was hurting her far more than it was hurting him, she imagined. His tanned, thickly muscled chest and shoulders had erotic voices of their own and were calling to her as he rose for a moment, then settled back against her breasts.
How could you sleep with a man like this? she heard herself say, though the only sound her throat produced was a deep moan of satisfaction as he lowered his head to her breast and suckled deeply on one hard, pink nipple. How could you desire a man like this?
Heâs a demon.
Shuddering with the electric heat, she wrapped her legs around him and arched her back, pumping her hips furiously. She was close, so close. It had been two incredibly quiet years since sheâd been with a man sheâd dated for only a few months, two long years since sheâd faked release before breaking it off and wandering back into hermit territory and remaining there as the eternal businesswoman. Sheâd felt the real charge of climax only in her dreamsâthose dreams of faceless strangers pleasuring her body until she woke up sweaty and frustrated. But there was no faking anything tonight.
