Devoured - Cathryn Fox Page 0,67
a naughty competition takes things from intense to incendiary. Will their mutual seduction destroy their business and their hearts?
In the Dark
Playing for Pleasure
by Jackie Ashenden
A passionate encounter is just what Vesta needs to get over Elias Hart...She knows the billionaire in the penthouse suite will make her fantasies come true, as long as she wears a blindfold. But when the mask comes off, Vesta gets the sizzling surprise she never expects...
Have Me
by Anne Marsh
Drunken debauchery fuels Liam Masterson’s self-loathing nicely. But waking up married to his best friend’s very naked sister is a step too far. A temporary marriage could rescue the billionaire’s reputation, but Hana makes him crave a life he doesn’t deserve. Will his dark secrets destroy everything?
Devoured
Dirty Rich Boys
by Cathryn Fox
Peyton has hated gorgeous millionaire Roman Bianchi since he kissed her and then left. But she needs a fake spouse for a job in Italy. Underneath their complicated emotions is a wild undercurrent of carnal need. So if hating Roman is this sexy...how does she survive falling for him?
Bound to You
by JC Harroway
CHAPTER ONE
Monroe
THE ONLY VIEW better than a Tokyo sunset from Hudson Black’s office on the thirty-second floor of Bold Tower is a view of the man himself, with his shirtsleeves rolled up, his tie loosened and a dark shadow forming on his square jaw. My years of experience at ignoring what a fine specimen of virility my business partner is come in extremely handy as I keep my eyes glued to my laptop screen.
‘So we concur, subject to Sterling’s approval,’ I say of the third partner in our global equities company...who’s also my ex-husband. ‘The Tanako investment looks the most promising, although I’m very keen for the interview with Kunosu Tech tomorrow.’
Today was our first face-to-face strategy meeting, with one of the three founders absent, the first time in a long time that Hudson and I have been alone together. This fact isn’t lost on me, if the delicious thrill of illicit anticipation coiling in my belly is any indication. The atmosphere of the entire room is charged, as if I’m aware of him in a whole raft of enthralling new ways I’m required to overlook.
‘I wouldn’t say we concur one hundred per cent, Dove.’
He always addresses me by my last name, something I pretend annoys me, but that I secretly adore. It’s the way his deep, sexy voice caresses the word, combined with the fact that he’s never called me anything else.
It’s his thing. Our thing.
‘Do we ever see completely eye to eye?’ Hudson’s grin is a playful reminder of our usual debates, which can be...heated. That’s what happens when you partner three highly competitive personalities together in one company. Complete agreement becomes a rare luxury we reserve for our seven-figure investments, the kind we’ve discussed today.
Still, I respect the hell out of both my partners. Hudson in particular is obscenely driven, and successful to the point of truly offensive wealth. All thanks to his lowly beginnings, of which he rarely speaks.
‘Our successful partnership is built on our ambitious natures,’ I volley. Today the boardroom banter, and that frisson I experience around him, seems more volatile. Supercharged. Almost like that of strangers who find each other attractive sharing a first smile.
‘Where’s the fun in constant harmony?’ I close my laptop and sit back in the comfortable leather chair at his glass-and-chrome conference table. ‘All three of us are addicted to the friction, I suspect.’
‘I agree. A touch of friction is much better than constant harmony.’ The sexy twitch of his lips sets off an internal shudder in me. Is it my imagination, or is his deep voice laced with flirtation today? His stare lingers for a heartbeat longer than normal.
I laugh, breathless. I’m no longer sure if we’re discussing business but go with it all the same. Harmony is overrated. ‘Spark-inducing’ better describes my relationship with Hudson—both professionally and during our one-time foray into wild, screaming orgasm sex.
Remembering that night from three years ago, I allow my stare properly to traverse his physique. In the six months since I last saw him in the flesh, his lean, toned body seems to have buffed up a little more. Perhaps he’s spending a lot of time working out...
My nipples tingle against my bra at the memories of that single time. How, shortly after my divorce from Sterling had been finalised, Hudson had one night effortlessly pinned me to the wall and made me forget my failure and grief.
I kick off my heels under the table and