The Billionaire’s Mistake
Everyone envies me. I have it all: money, power, a perfect body. For years I’ve spent my days chasing pleasure, but now I want something else.
I don’t know what that is until I end up in bed with Laurie, my little brother’s best friend. The one man I’ve been forbidden to touch.
He’s hurting. He needs me. We try to keep our hands off each other, but we’re alone in Aruba. The sun and the water beckon, and I can’t stay away.
Then danger threatens Laurie and my brother. No matter what I have to do, I won’t let them be taken from me. I will fight to keep everyone safe and to make Laurie mine.
Excerpt
“Wow. This is a surprise.”
The words startled me from sleep. I blinked trying to orient myself. There was gorgeous man starting at me, and I was basically naked. My robe had fallen open as I slept. I pulled it closed to cover myself.
“You don’t need to do that. I liked it just as it was.”
Worth. Holy shit. This was Worth, Beck’s brother. How long had I slept? Why was he saying such lewd things? And why wasn’t I
offended?
“Um. Did Beck tell you I’d be here?”
“No. He didn’t say a thing.”
“But you don’t mind, right? I hope it’s okay.”
His smile widened. “I never mind when a hot young man is provided for me.”
Provided for him? What did that mean? “I wasn’t… I’m not…”
“You don’t think you’re hot? Princess, I assure you, you’re wrong. And if you’re just playing modest, there’s no need with me. I want you to show me just how dirty you can be. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.”
What the hell was going on? Who did he think I was? I should be furious he was talking to me like this. “So Beck really didn’t warn you that–“
“That he’d have an escort waiting for me? No. What a delicious surprise, and he even left us the villa to ourselves.
He thought I was an escort. He thought Beck had hired me for him. I needed to speak up. To tell him I was Beck’s friend. Why couldn’t I make my voice work? And why was my cock half hard at the thought of letting him have me like this?
Worth removed the beige linen jacket he was wearing over a skin-tight t-shirt that probably cost more than I’d ever paid in rent.
I couldn’t possibly be considering letting him… There’s no way I could fake having the skills of an escort, could I?
