Bee Carter has spent a lifetime creating her good-girl persona. Three harsh words uttered in anger shred this carefully crafted façade, testing her relationships.
Nicolas, her handsome billionaire, is hiding a decades-old secret. Bee’s scandal will draw unwanted attention to his dark past, placing the real estate empire he’s built and the employees he manages in peril. Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker, protects the rich and famous. His high-profile clients won’t want their bodyguard to be linked to Chicago’s wild woman.
Both men desire her, craving her touch with a white-hot passion, but who will risk everything to stand by her side—her biker or her billionaire?
Sinful Rewards # 6
A Billionaires & Bikers Novella # 6
A Billionaires & Bikers Novella # 6
By: Cynthia Sax
Releasing December 16th, 2014
Avon Red Impulse
Nicolas is my priority. He’s the man I need, the man I should want. I fix a smile on my face and swing the door open.
My smile wavers. Nicolas’s face is pale, his black hair mussed, shadows hugging his dark eyes and stubble covering his jaw. His previously immaculate black suit is rumpled, his forest green tie loosened. My beautiful billionaire looks like hell.
“Bee.” Nicolas sighs, his chest rising and falling, and he says nothing more. He’s past the point of making sense, too exhausted for words, having stayed awake all night dealing with the power outage.
“Come in.” I grab his hand and pull him into the condo, marching him toward my bedroom. His skin is warm and smooth, lacking Hawke’s creases and calluses. “Where is your phone?”
Nicolas holds out the device, his hand shaking. I grip the phone and glance at the screen. “Good.” I nod. “It’s turned off. You won’t need it for at least an hour.”
“Twenty minutes,” Nicolas mumbles. “Must work.” He stumbles over nothing, tugging on my arm, relying on me to keep him upright.
“You must sleep.” I pull back the covers on my bed, the sheets clean, freshly changed, smelling of the lemon-scented laundry detergent. “Take off your jacket.” I set Nicolas’s phone on the nightstand, next to Hawke’s emergency lantern.
My billionaire struggles with the garment. I cluck my tongue and help him, placing his jacket temporarily on the foot of the bed. His white shirt clings to his broad shoulders.
“Come closer,” I command. Nicolas obeys, dipping his head, and I remove his tie, sliding the strip of decadent silk around his neck. I flick the top button of his shirt open, revealing a V of tanned flesh. My tongue skims over my bottom lip, the temptation to taste his skin tremendous, Hawke having primed my body, tormented me to the point where I hunger for release.
Nicolas sways on his feet, in no state to indulge my passion. I drift my hands down his long, lean form to his belt. That can’t be comfortable. I unfasten the expensive leather and unzip his dress pants, slide the black fabric to his ankles. He’s wearing crisp white boxer shorts, his legs golden, unmarred by scars, perfect, his muscles defined.
“Lie down.” I wave at the bed. “And I’ll remove your shoes.”
“Yes.” Nicolas drops face-first, falling like his precious tree, bouncing on the mattress. I slip his Edward Green black wingtips off his feet. The workmanship of his shoes is exquisite, the upper decadently soft, the sole a piece of art.
Nicolas snuggles into my pillow, my billionaire appearing adorably boyish, all of his curt business demeanor stripped from him. I gaze down at him. It should be so easy to fall in love with him.
And I will. My jaw juts.
Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.