Royally Flushed by Ainsley St. Claire
Series: Tech Billionaires #2
Publication date: April 20th, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Staying with him will be dangerous.
They call him Billionaire, Environmentalist, and Playboy.
I call him Boss.
I try to keep it professional, I want to resist him, but the pull is too strong. A bomb threat, a ransacked apartment, mysterious warnings, all telling me to leave him alone.
Yes, staying will be dangerous, but leaving him will destroy me.
Royally Flushed is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It's second in Tech Billionaire Series. It takes place in the small world as the Billionaire Venture Capitalist and Clear Holiday and includes many of the favorite characters from the other books.
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Excerpt
"I'm sorry. I thought this was my bathroom, not a shared bathroom." I stop to take in what she's wearing--a black, baby-doll negligee--and feel my cock rise.
She bends over to rinse her mouth and I have all sorts of dangerous thoughts, but she says, "I'm done. I'll get out of your way."
As she rushes past me, I reach for her. "You're never in my way."
She smiles and steps aside. I can see she's upset about something. I could ignore it and go to bed, but instead, I quickly brush my teeth and knock on the door she exited through.
"Corrine? Is everything okay?"
She sits up in her bed as I open the door and strains to smile. "Yes, I'm fine."
I know women well enough to know that's not what fine looks like.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
She nods. "Sorry if I was too forward earlier. It won't happen again."
"Wait. What?" My heart beats triple time. "You were not being too forward earlier. It was perfect. I only stepped back because if I didn't, I would have bent you over the hood of the car and fucked you until you screamed my name. I have too much respect for you to do that with an audience."
She turns scarlet, including her chest, and I wonder what her breasts would feel like if I played with them.
"Oh."
I walk over, open the covers, and crawl in to lie next to her. "You can tell me to leave at any time."
Her breathing hitches, and I kiss her. It's soft and delicate, but I can only hold myself back for so long. Our kiss becomes sensuous. I want her to know the depth of my desire for her. Our tongues do an aggressive dance. I pull her on top of me, and she straddles me with her wetness rubbing against my hard cock. God, she feels so good.
I reach for her breast beneath the lace, and it's soft and pliable--so much better than the hard rocks of so many of the women I date. I roll her nipple between my finger and thumb and pull.
Corrine breaks our kiss, throws her head back, and moans as her hips move back and forth.
I don't think I can get any harder. I want Corrine Woods. I want her on me, under me, and in front of me.
She bends over to rinse her mouth and I have all sorts of dangerous thoughts, but she says, "I'm done. I'll get out of your way."
As she rushes past me, I reach for her. "You're never in my way."
She smiles and steps aside. I can see she's upset about something. I could ignore it and go to bed, but instead, I quickly brush my teeth and knock on the door she exited through.
"Corrine? Is everything okay?"
She sits up in her bed as I open the door and strains to smile. "Yes, I'm fine."
I know women well enough to know that's not what fine looks like.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
She nods. "Sorry if I was too forward earlier. It won't happen again."
"Wait. What?" My heart beats triple time. "You were not being too forward earlier. It was perfect. I only stepped back because if I didn't, I would have bent you over the hood of the car and fucked you until you screamed my name. I have too much respect for you to do that with an audience."
She turns scarlet, including her chest, and I wonder what her breasts would feel like if I played with them.
"Oh."
I walk over, open the covers, and crawl in to lie next to her. "You can tell me to leave at any time."
Her breathing hitches, and I kiss her. It's soft and delicate, but I can only hold myself back for so long. Our kiss becomes sensuous. I want her to know the depth of my desire for her. Our tongues do an aggressive dance. I pull her on top of me, and she straddles me with her wetness rubbing against my hard cock. God, she feels so good.
I reach for her breast beneath the lace, and it's soft and pliable--so much better than the hard rocks of so many of the women I date. I roll her nipple between my finger and thumb and pull.
Corrine breaks our kiss, throws her head back, and moans as her hips move back and forth.
I don't think I can get any harder. I want Corrine Woods. I want her on me, under me, and in front of me.
About the Author:
Ainsley St. Claire is a Romantic Suspense Author and Adventurer on a lifelong mission to craft sultry storylines and steamy love scenes that captivate her readers. To date, she is best known for her series Venture Capitalists.
An avid reader since the age of four, Ainsley's love of books knew no genre. After reading, came her love of writing, fully immersing herself in the colorful, impassioned world of contemporary romance.
Ainsley's passion immediately shifted to a vocation when during a night of terrible insomnia, her first book came to her. Ultimately, this is what inspired her to take that next big step. The moment she wrote her first story, the rest was history.
Currently, Ainsley is in the midst of writing a nine-book series called "Venture Capitalist."
When she isn't being a bookworm or typing away her next story on her computer, Ainsley enjoys spending quality family time with her loved ones. She is happily married to her amazing soulmate and is a proud mother of two rambunctious boys. She is also a scotch aficionada and lover of good food (especially melt-in-your-mouth, velvety chocolate). Outside of books, family, and food, Ainsley is a professional sports spectator and an equally as terrible golfer and tennis player.
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