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I'm a man of control, focused on the business of power and money, in whatever way I see an opportunity. What I never expected was one tiny little fireball of a woman, pulling the rug out from underneath me and setting my world on fire.
It all started, or so I thought, when my sister talked me into a charity bachelor auction. A beautiful woman had eyes for only me and I was all in, and all about her finding her way to my hotel room that night. Imagine my pleasure when she didn't just bid on me, she bid a million dollars. But this woman had a surprise waiting on me and it was not what I expected.
She can't deny the sparks between us anymore than I can, but she has an agenda, and that agenda is revenge. Which is where the handcuffs came into play. Only it's her who is my captive. Her family is indebted to my family and this game is about to get interesting...
Previously published as the Dirty Rich Obsession duet.
It all started, or so I thought, when my sister talked me into a charity bachelor auction. A beautiful woman had eyes for only me and I was all in, and all about her finding her way to my hotel room that night. Imagine my pleasure when she didn't just bid on me, she bid a million dollars. But this woman had a surprise waiting on me and it was not what I expected.
She can't deny the sparks between us anymore than I can, but she has an agenda, and that agenda is revenge. Which is where the handcuffs came into play. Only it's her who is my captive. Her family is indebted to my family and this game is about to get interesting...
Previously published as the Dirty Rich Obsession duet.
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Excerpt #1
“What’s going on?” she demands.
I turn to look at her. “For once, prove you can do something I want without making me fight you on it.” I turn and leave.
I exit her office and cross the expanse of the lobby before entering my temporary office and it is temporary. I’ve barely made it in the door before Carrie is behind me and I snap. I shut the door before she can, lock it, and shackle her wrist, pulling her to me. “Do not chase me down after I tell you to do something. Just fucking do what I say for once.”
She grabs my tie and not gently, her voice a low rasp of anger. “I’m not calling three employees in here while you’re in a temper tantrum without knowing why.”
“If I wanted you to know it in advance,” I bite out, “I’d tell you.”
“Why am I firing them?” she demands. “They’re all long-term employees.”
“Who’ve been stealing from the company?”
She pales. “What does that mean?”
“It means prospect lists, proposals, and everything in between. You should have known. Your job—”
“I suggested cybersecurity and my father rejected it as an unnecessary expense. I didn’t have control and you know it.”
“Now you’re just making excuses.” I release her before I fuck her the way I want to fuck her, and walk away, taking up a spot at the window, giving her my back, telling her to leave. Telling her to get her ass to her office and do what I’ve told her to do, but I should know by now that’s not Carrie.
“Now you’re just going to extra efforts to be an ass,” she says, her voice right behind me.
I rotate to find her close, so damn close that I could pull her right back to me and inhale that floral scent of hers perpetually scenting the air around her.
“Why, Reid?” she presses. “Because you think I see you a little too clearly? Because you think I saw something about you last night that you don’t want me to know?”
“You see nothing I don’t let you see.”
“Liar,” she accuses, the word a taunt on her tongue.
Worse, she’s right, and I’m pissed all over again, more pissed than I’ve ever been, and it’s all aimed at this woman. My hand snakes out and I catch her hip, dragging her to me, my fingers tangling into her hair.
“What are you doing, Reid?”
“What you wanted when you dared to charge over here and get in my face.”
“I don’t want—”
“Liar,” I say, and I don’t wait for her denial that will be another lie. “You know what I want?”
“To fuck me so you can try to control me? It won’t work.”
“I was thinking I’d like to shut you up for once and I know exactly how.” My mouth closes down on hers.
I turn to look at her. “For once, prove you can do something I want without making me fight you on it.” I turn and leave.
I exit her office and cross the expanse of the lobby before entering my temporary office and it is temporary. I’ve barely made it in the door before Carrie is behind me and I snap. I shut the door before she can, lock it, and shackle her wrist, pulling her to me. “Do not chase me down after I tell you to do something. Just fucking do what I say for once.”
She grabs my tie and not gently, her voice a low rasp of anger. “I’m not calling three employees in here while you’re in a temper tantrum without knowing why.”
“If I wanted you to know it in advance,” I bite out, “I’d tell you.”
“Why am I firing them?” she demands. “They’re all long-term employees.”
“Who’ve been stealing from the company?”
She pales. “What does that mean?”
“It means prospect lists, proposals, and everything in between. You should have known. Your job—”
“I suggested cybersecurity and my father rejected it as an unnecessary expense. I didn’t have control and you know it.”
“Now you’re just making excuses.” I release her before I fuck her the way I want to fuck her, and walk away, taking up a spot at the window, giving her my back, telling her to leave. Telling her to get her ass to her office and do what I’ve told her to do, but I should know by now that’s not Carrie.
“Now you’re just going to extra efforts to be an ass,” she says, her voice right behind me.
I rotate to find her close, so damn close that I could pull her right back to me and inhale that floral scent of hers perpetually scenting the air around her.
“Why, Reid?” she presses. “Because you think I see you a little too clearly? Because you think I saw something about you last night that you don’t want me to know?”
“You see nothing I don’t let you see.”
“Liar,” she accuses, the word a taunt on her tongue.
Worse, she’s right, and I’m pissed all over again, more pissed than I’ve ever been, and it’s all aimed at this woman. My hand snakes out and I catch her hip, dragging her to me, my fingers tangling into her hair.
“What are you doing, Reid?”
“What you wanted when you dared to charge over here and get in my face.”
“I don’t want—”
“Liar,” I say, and I don’t wait for her denial that will be another lie. “You know what I want?”
“To fuck me so you can try to control me? It won’t work.”
“I was thinking I’d like to shut you up for once and I know exactly how.” My mouth closes down on hers.
Excerpt #2
I back her into the room, toward the living area, pressing her against the window next to the wall between a desk and an oversized chair, her purse crashing to the floor. “You know my name,” I say. “You know me. We both know you do. Now it’s time to tell me who you are. What’s your name?”
“Pick one. I’ll be her tonight.”
“Oh no, baby. That’s not how this works.”
Her hands plant on my chest, her grip firm. “No name. Take it or leave it. Take me or leave me.”
My lips quirk. “We both know you don’t want me to leave.” I reach for the skirt of her dress and pull it up her legs, my hands settling over the lace of her thigh highs, a choice I approve of one hundred percent. “We both know why I’m here.”
“It’s not about names.”
“Isn’t it?” I challenge. “You hate me, but you want to fuck me.”
“I hate all men right now.”
“And yet you want to fuck me.” My thumb strokes up her inner thigh, back and forth, goosebumps lifting beneath my touch, her body softening with submission, while mine just keeps getting harder and harder.
“For me. Not you.”
“Oh, I assure you, sweetheart,” I say, “that every place I lick you, touch you, and the many ways I plan to fuck you, is very much for us both, or I wouldn’t be here. You know I can get your name from the charity.”
“I bid anonymously.”
I arch a brow at that telling statement. “Is that right?”
“I don’t need credit for the donation. I just need what it makes me feel.”
I turn her to face the wall, forcing her to catch herself with her hands, and I yank her dress all the way up to her hips, my legs shackling her legs, my gaze doing a sweeping inspection of the black lace thong before I yank it away. She yelps and I lean in close, holding up the panties. “Something to remember you by,” I say, shoving them into my pocket, my lips at her ear. “Now. Let’s get to what’s important. Your name on your lips and then you on mine. What is your name?”
“Samantha.”
I smack that perfect backside of hers, not hard, but enough to sting. She gasps, and arches forward, right as I slide my hand between her legs and cup her sex. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing your beautiful backside every time you lie to me.” I press my lips to her ear and caress the wet heat of her body. “And apparently making you really fucking wet. What’s your name?”
She laughs this bitter, raspy, aroused laugh, and says, “You’re such an asshole.”
“Name,” I bite out.
“Samantha.”
I smack her backside again and she pants out a breath, her back arching against the sting of her cheek, even as I tease her clit and stroke the seam of her body. “Oh,” she breathes out. “I hate—”
“Name,” I say, “and I’m growing impatient. And you know what happens if you say Samantha.”
“Samantha is my name.”
I smack her cheek, this time hard, and then I turn her to face me, my thighs gripping hers. “I have all night,” I say. “I’ll get your name from you.”
“Pick one. I’ll be her tonight.”
“Oh no, baby. That’s not how this works.”
Her hands plant on my chest, her grip firm. “No name. Take it or leave it. Take me or leave me.”
My lips quirk. “We both know you don’t want me to leave.” I reach for the skirt of her dress and pull it up her legs, my hands settling over the lace of her thigh highs, a choice I approve of one hundred percent. “We both know why I’m here.”
“It’s not about names.”
“Isn’t it?” I challenge. “You hate me, but you want to fuck me.”
“I hate all men right now.”
“And yet you want to fuck me.” My thumb strokes up her inner thigh, back and forth, goosebumps lifting beneath my touch, her body softening with submission, while mine just keeps getting harder and harder.
“For me. Not you.”
“Oh, I assure you, sweetheart,” I say, “that every place I lick you, touch you, and the many ways I plan to fuck you, is very much for us both, or I wouldn’t be here. You know I can get your name from the charity.”
“I bid anonymously.”
I arch a brow at that telling statement. “Is that right?”
“I don’t need credit for the donation. I just need what it makes me feel.”
I turn her to face the wall, forcing her to catch herself with her hands, and I yank her dress all the way up to her hips, my legs shackling her legs, my gaze doing a sweeping inspection of the black lace thong before I yank it away. She yelps and I lean in close, holding up the panties. “Something to remember you by,” I say, shoving them into my pocket, my lips at her ear. “Now. Let’s get to what’s important. Your name on your lips and then you on mine. What is your name?”
“Samantha.”
I smack that perfect backside of hers, not hard, but enough to sting. She gasps, and arches forward, right as I slide my hand between her legs and cup her sex. “What are you doing?”
“Punishing your beautiful backside every time you lie to me.” I press my lips to her ear and caress the wet heat of her body. “And apparently making you really fucking wet. What’s your name?”
She laughs this bitter, raspy, aroused laugh, and says, “You’re such an asshole.”
“Name,” I bite out.
“Samantha.”
I smack her backside again and she pants out a breath, her back arching against the sting of her cheek, even as I tease her clit and stroke the seam of her body. “Oh,” she breathes out. “I hate—”
“Name,” I say, “and I’m growing impatient. And you know what happens if you say Samantha.”
“Samantha is my name.”
I smack her cheek, this time hard, and then I turn her to face me, my thighs gripping hers. “I have all night,” I say. “I’ll get your name from you.”
Excerpt #3
“I do hate you,” she confesses, catching my hands when I would ease the front of her dress down. “Passionately. With all that I am.”
“Then you have two choices.” I shrug out of my jacket and sit down on the couch. “Undress or talk.”
She doesn’t do either. She comes down on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, her hand settling on my face. “I will not undress because you order me to undress. I will not do anything because you order me to do it.”
I cup her head and tangle my fingers in her hair. “Is that a challenge or a promise?” I drag her mouth to mine, and she doesn’t pull back. She sinks into the kiss, leaning into me, and when I’m about to flip her to her back, suddenly a cuff is on my wrist. The shock loosens my grip on her hair, and she scrambles off of me. I jerk at my arm to find it attached to a steel bar that runs the length of the couch.
“What the fuck is this?” I demand, sitting up, even as she pulls her dress down and up in the appropriate places.
“Me fucking you,” she says. “That’s why I came here today. To fuck you.”
“Yeah well, sweetheart, bring it on. Here I am. Now what?”
“Now I leave. You have a phone. You can call for help. I only wish I could be around when you explain how it happened.”
“You didn’t kiss me like a woman who wants to leave.”
“I kissed you like a woman who wants to fuck you, which I do.”
“Only we didn’t fuck. Come here.”
“We didn’t fuck, but I fucked you.” She grabs her purse from the bed. “And this is me leaving you to enjoy the glow of the aftermath.”
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“No.”
“Then what does this achieve?”
“It reminds you that you’re human, and I don’t think that’s something you remember often. And maybe, just maybe, that saves someone from your wrath, though I’m certain it won’t save your soul.” She starts for the door.
“Do I at least get to know your name now?”
She turns to face me. “Carrie West, the one whose phone calls you’ve refused to take over and over again. And just so you know, I still run West Industries, the company that was my father’s company until you stole it from him. That makes me your employee, with check-writing authority. I’m writing a company check for the donation as I leave here tonight. I expect to be fired. I don’t care.”
She starts for the door again and flips the lock. “Just remember this, sweetheart,” I say. “You will see me again. I know where to find you and I will, and when I do, both of us will still remember what you tasted like on my tongue. And among your many debts you owe me after tonight, one will be that orgasm you moaned your way through with my mouth on you.”
She rotates and laughs bitterly. “We both know that you won’t find me,” she says. “You’ll have security escort me out of the building Monday morning, out of the company my father built from the ground up and that’s good. The staff will see the real you, not the man handing out cash to keep everyone on board. And as for that orgasm, you owed me that and a whole lot more.” And with that bold statement, she exits the room, the door slamming shut with a heavy thud behind her.
“Then you have two choices.” I shrug out of my jacket and sit down on the couch. “Undress or talk.”
She doesn’t do either. She comes down on top of me, her legs straddling my hips, her hand settling on my face. “I will not undress because you order me to undress. I will not do anything because you order me to do it.”
I cup her head and tangle my fingers in her hair. “Is that a challenge or a promise?” I drag her mouth to mine, and she doesn’t pull back. She sinks into the kiss, leaning into me, and when I’m about to flip her to her back, suddenly a cuff is on my wrist. The shock loosens my grip on her hair, and she scrambles off of me. I jerk at my arm to find it attached to a steel bar that runs the length of the couch.
“What the fuck is this?” I demand, sitting up, even as she pulls her dress down and up in the appropriate places.
“Me fucking you,” she says. “That’s why I came here today. To fuck you.”
“Yeah well, sweetheart, bring it on. Here I am. Now what?”
“Now I leave. You have a phone. You can call for help. I only wish I could be around when you explain how it happened.”
“You didn’t kiss me like a woman who wants to leave.”
“I kissed you like a woman who wants to fuck you, which I do.”
“Only we didn’t fuck. Come here.”
“We didn’t fuck, but I fucked you.” She grabs her purse from the bed. “And this is me leaving you to enjoy the glow of the aftermath.”
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“No.”
“Then what does this achieve?”
“It reminds you that you’re human, and I don’t think that’s something you remember often. And maybe, just maybe, that saves someone from your wrath, though I’m certain it won’t save your soul.” She starts for the door.
“Do I at least get to know your name now?”
She turns to face me. “Carrie West, the one whose phone calls you’ve refused to take over and over again. And just so you know, I still run West Industries, the company that was my father’s company until you stole it from him. That makes me your employee, with check-writing authority. I’m writing a company check for the donation as I leave here tonight. I expect to be fired. I don’t care.”
She starts for the door again and flips the lock. “Just remember this, sweetheart,” I say. “You will see me again. I know where to find you and I will, and when I do, both of us will still remember what you tasted like on my tongue. And among your many debts you owe me after tonight, one will be that orgasm you moaned your way through with my mouth on you.”
She rotates and laughs bitterly. “We both know that you won’t find me,” she says. “You’ll have security escort me out of the building Monday morning, out of the company my father built from the ground up and that’s good. The staff will see the real you, not the man handing out cash to keep everyone on board. And as for that orgasm, you owed me that and a whole lot more.” And with that bold statement, she exits the room, the door slamming shut with a heavy thud behind her.