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Two O’clock with the Billionaire is Daryl
Devoré’s latest hot romance. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of
vanilla sexcapades.
Where Derek Davenport is
concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The
perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an
online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.
Unemployed and nearing financial
desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an
ad that reads Woman Wanted. With
minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a
handsome billionaire.
Their sexual antics cause emotions
neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other
crazy…or will they fall in love first?
Note: This book was previously
published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.
Bio
and Social Media
Two
writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong
heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to
write sweet romances with little to no heat.
Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in
Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a
black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has
flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or
snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence
River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep
in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and
used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having
fun living it.
Excerpt:
Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then
set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne
placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed
his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the
knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she
undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands
up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the
shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and
the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.
With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and
dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled
for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into
her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity
into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his
back and shoulders. Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare
skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She
worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his
brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”
He tucked his arm under and flipped onto his back.
Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag.
His eyes widened as he raised his brows.
She patted his stomach. “Trust me?” Grasping his right
hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne
could see Derek’s curiosity, as well as his libido, were becoming aroused when
she secured his hands to the bedpost—not with blood halting knots, just silken
restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she
repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.
When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne
stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened
revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her
breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped
her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek’s gaze focused
on her fingers as they disappeared underneath the dark lace and fondled her
nipple. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her
hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and
slide it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped
and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.
Her voice was breathless and low. “The skin is so soft.
And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?”
Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like
this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this.
They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to
cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them
grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”
Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne
doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt.
Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also
like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on
his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it
slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard
my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry
lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“You are going to let me play, right?” His voice was
husky.
Thanks for sharing,
Anita
