One Night With The Billionaire by Lauren Hawkeye Excerpt

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Certifiable genius Mari Hart has spent her life focusing on school and getting ahead. Freshly out of school at age twenty, with two doctorates in hand and no idea what to do next, Mari decides to allow herself one night to be young, something she’s never done before. She’s smart, and she’s responsible—what could go wrong?

But at Florida’s hot, kinky new nightclub she sees something that she shouldn’t, and even her incredible intelligence can’t save her—but billionaire Alexios Kosta can. One of the world’s richest men—one with dark secrets of his own—Alexi has the power to make all of Mari’s problems go away.

The catch? To obtain full protection, Mari must become Alexi’s wife. And it isn’t long before their public displays of affection spark something far hotter than either could ever have imagined…

This is book two of the A Virgin, A Billionaire and a Marriage series. It is a category length novel that stands alone- no cliffhangers!

Features an exclusive excerpt from Saint, the NEW upcoming book from bestselling author Sara Fawkes!

Excerpt:

“You can’t make me stay.” Disengaging the claws, she instead starts to pound on my back. I have the gun in one hand, the other arm wrapped tightly around her legs so that I don’t drop her to the floor. “I can get past your security. I’ll just follow you.”

She will, too.

“I guess I’ll have to find some way to prevent that then.” I wheeze a bit when she hits a tender spot—probably my freaking kidney. Mind made up, I haul her into my bedroom and unceremoniously dump her on the bed.

“Hey!” She struggles to sit up as I toss the gun on my end table, so I place my free hand flat on her chest, holding her down on the bed.

She squirms, making good use of those damnable nails again. I grit my teeth against the sting as she gouges my skin. Opening the drawer to my bedside table, I pull out a length of chain and two individual cuffs.

Hey, I said I wasn’t into hardcore BDSM. If a woman wants me to tie her up and make her scream, though, I’m game.

“Wait. What are you doing?” Digging the heels of her palms into the bed, Mari scrambles to sit up. I grab one slender wrist and close a cuff around it.

Snick.

And then the other.

Snick.

“Alexi. Stop. Think.” Mari lashes out with her legs as I attach one cuff to the length of chain. I thread it through hooks on the iron headboard, the quickly attach it to the other cuff.

Mari brings her wrists together and regards them with absolute fury.

“This is kidnapping.” She hisses between her teeth. “You will pay for this.”

“I believe the proper response is: Thank you, Alexi, for keeping me safe and not letting me get killed.” Now that I’ve secured her, I should get up and leave. Yes, yes, I should. And it’s not because I’m worried about her hurting me.

No, it’s because her skin is flushed from the struggle, and her breasts are straining against the thin cotton of her T-shirt. Her glorious curls create an angelic halo around her face, but her charcoal eyes hold more fire than ice. She’s restrained against the forest green sheets of my bed, her body open to exploration.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mari pulls herself into a sitting position, the length of chain rattling. She has plenty of room to move, but she can’t leave the bed.

I consider playing dumb, but I’ve been honest with her so far. I might as well keep on going.

“It’s the way you look right now, with chains gleaming against your skin.” To emphasize my point, I trace a finger just under the cuff that’s circling her right wrist. She sucks in a breath. “It makes me want to sink my hands into your hair and bite that pouting lower lip.”

“Alexi…” She shudders. In some women, the arch of her spine, the dilation of her pupils—I might take those as signs to make a move.

But Mari is different from every woman I’ve ever known. I suspect that if I tried to make a move on her now, after I’ve forcibly restrained her, she’d aim straight for my balls.

Still, pulling back from that invitation is physically painful, an ache in my chest that’s echoed in my groin. And no matter how much I want her… I won’t be good for her. I can’t possibly be.

I’m not good for anyone.

And I need to put some distance between us.

Reaching for the Glock that’s resting on the end table, I place my hand on the flat of Mari’s chest again. This time, though, I don’t push her to lie down.

Her eyes widen when she sees the gun. “What—”

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for when you pout that pretty little mouth of yours.” To emphasize my point, I slowly place the muzzle of the gun in the hollow of her collarbone. I’ve put the safety back on, but the meaning behind the gesture is clear.

“Alexi. What are you doing?” Strangely, her voice has no fear. She’s looking at the gun, but she’s not shaking.

It’s like she… trusts me?

If she does, perhaps then she’s even more naïve than I thought.

“I’m proving a point.” Slowly, I slide the muzzle of the gun down her chest, sliding it between her breasts and over her stomach. Her torso quivers, and I almost groan.

The slightest touch—a touch meant to prove that I’m just as dangerous as the bad guys—and she responds. It fills my mind with images of how she’d react if I did any of the wicked, wicked things currently circling my mind.

“And what point is that?” She gasps as I slide the tip of the gun beneath one breast, then slowly circle it. “That you have to have your way?”

The words are full of bravado. Brave little brainiac.

“The point is…” I scrape the muzzle right over her nipple and her back arches, thrusting her breasts forward. She cries out, the sound echoing off the high ceiling of the room. “The point is that I’m trying to be good. I’m trying to do the noble thing. I’m not any better for you than the men who want to kill you.”

I move to the other breast, repeating the movement. This time she whimpers, her nipple visibly pebbling beneath the cotton.

“This is a reminder that I’m dangerous, Mari.” Abruptly, I pull the gun away, standing and tucking it into the waistband of my jeans. She startles, looking as though I’ve dumped a bucket of cold water on her head.

“I’m trying to do the right thing here. But when you look at me the way you are, it makes things very… hard.” I wonder if she’ll catch the double entendre. From the way she arches her brow, she does.

“The right thing would be to let me come with you.” She rattles the chains, and it only steels my resolve once more.

“No, the right thing is to make you stay.” She glowers, and fuck me, but it’s sexy as hell.

I need to get out of this house. I need a clear head if I’m going to confront the family.

“I promise you I’ll be back to release you.” I smile grimly as I turn away, knowing that that’s not necessarily a promise that I can keep. But I’ve scheduled a fail-safe—if I don’t cancel it, my phone will send a text to John, instructing him to release Mari.

I cross to the door, hearing Mari’s muttering behind me. I’m pretty sure that I can make out some of the words, and none of them are flattering.

She calls out my name as I reach the door. I know I’ll regret it, but I pause in the doorway, turning back. “Yes?”

“One question.” Her stare is challenging, even mocking. Damn it, is it any wonder that I can’t get her out of my mind?

“Fire away.” I lean against the door frame with a nonchalance that I don’t feel. I want to get this meeting over with—I want Mari to be safe.

“Why do you have chains in your bedroom?” She seems genuinely puzzled, her brow furrowing.

I swallow the laughter, channeling it instead into a smirk. “Think about that until I get back.”

I can hear the names she calls me all the way down to the garage.