by Alice Gaines
Adam Morrow is a self-made
millionaire. But one night with her could ruin everything…
I’ve worked my ass off for what I
have, and I’m damn proud of it. I started off with nothing and now I’m filthy
rich. Let me tell you, there’s nothing like revenge to help you get your ass in
gear. And that’s what I’m taking, with every exclusive resort I open—sweet,
sweet revenge…on her.
Nicole Westmore was my first love.
The poor little rich girl stole my heart with her sweet smile, hot body, and
irresistible innocence. The summer I worked for her father was the best time of
my life…until he drove me away. Even then, I thought Nicole would wait for me.
And so, I decided to get even,
opening rival hotels, slowly driving them out of business. The old man is gone
now, but Nicole is still running the company that’s about to collapse. All my
hard work will soon pay off.
And then I catch sight of her at a
wedding, and all those feelings come rushing back–for both of us. Still, she
doesn’t know what I’ve done—yet—and she seems more than willing. What will one
night in her bed hurt?
The sex is hotter than ever, and I can’t help wondering if I’ve made a mistake. Until I get up the next morning…and realize I’ve been kidnapped!
Adam sat at the table in
their cottage on the cove and watched Nicole prepare dinner. It was exactly the
sort of scene he’d fantasized about when he’d been young and in love. And for
once in a very long time, he faced an inner struggle.
Did he still hate her? No. Did
he still hate her father? Sure, but what was the point? The man was dead, and
Adam was having sex with his daughter again. That in itself would have the bastard
spinning in his grave.
Did he still want to sink
Westmore Hotels? Getting rid of the competition was a good business move,
revenge or not.
But the most important issue
involved his own emotions. If he was having honeymoon sex, would he be able to
walk away when he’d had enough? Hell, would he ever have enough of this woman?
Sometime soon, he’d have to return to the office. And she’d have to go back to
work. They’d leave here, and then what? Could he do without her, or was he
already in too deep?
He’d tried just about everything one body could do with sex, and it had all been fantastic for him and for all his partners. But none of it compared with being with this woman, even in the most ordinary of ways. Emotion—feelings—had to account for the difference. You had honeymoon sex with someone you loved. Grant hadn’t said that, but he’d implied it. Was he falling in love with Nicole all over again? Good God in heaven.
She glanced over
her shoulder at him. “You look pensive.”
“I was only
wondering if you’ve become domesticated,” he lied.
She laughed. “Not
likely. I love to cook, but I’m happy to have someone else clean up.”
“There are some
good things about being spoiled and rich.” She picked up a colander full of
greens and a bowl and approached the table.
“Here,” she said
as she put both in front of him. “How good are you at tearing up lettuce for a
“I promise you, I
can tear up anything you want.”
again. She seemed to do it easily, quite in contrast with the tense woman who’d
confronted him at Grant’s sister’s wedding. They were getting along now…more or
less. As long as she didn’t find out about Vivian.
She went back to
work near the sink, shelling shrimp for a Cajun dish. An array of spices and
fresh herbs stood all around her cutting board. This promised to be quite a
He had to end the
honeymoon before he lost control of his emotions completely. They were
competitors, and he might still end up taking over Westmore Hotels. If he did,
she’d hate him, and they’d end up back at square one. No. He had to get back to
New York and get some distance from her so he could clear his head and figure
out where to go from here.
But first, he had
a little treat in store for her, if she liked that kind of thing. He’d made a
detour to the resort gift shop and had liberated a few silk scarves. Long ones.
Long enough to tie wrists and ankles to the posts at the corners of their bed.
She was wearing
shorts that snuggled against her butt in a particularly tempting way. They
weren’t super tight, allowing movement, but they still showed off her curves. He’d
cupped her buttocks with his palms as he drove himself into her, so the mere
act of staring at her aroused him. She might not go for the silk, but he’d
definitely have sex with her. One last indulgence before he got her to agree
the time had come to return to the real world.
“Why don’t you
take a break and come over here?” he said.
She turned and
cocked her head, staring at the lettuce she’d put in front of him. “You haven’t
“I don’t feel
like cooking right now.”
“It can wait for
a while,” he said.
She put down her
knife, turned, and rested her backside against the counter. “What on earth
could you possibly have in mind?”
He gave her a
grin—that came more easily now, too—and he turned in his chair and patted his
knee. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
toward him. “You’re a sex fiend, you know?”
“I’ve been called
She sat on his
knee and draped her arms around his shoulders. Being this close to her, he could
get lost in the emerald gleam of her eyes. They definitely held a wicked
“I had a really
nasty thought as I watched you on the elliptical today,” he said.
“You know I can’t
take my eyes off you,” he said.
“That’s nice.” She
pressed her lips against his, just long enough to give him a taste of her. “Really
With her butt on
his thigh, her legs sat near his crotch. Her kisses and the scent of her perfume
had already warmed his libido, and his sex thickened and hardened in
anticipation of having her yet again. If she’d been a drug, he would have been
addicted long before now. This was exactly why he needed some distance. But not
wicked thought,” he said.
She moved her
mouth to his ear and blew into it. “Do tell.”
He shuddered as a
bolt of lightning slashed through him. Holy crap, she could turn him on. “A
little exotic play, maybe. But only if it excites you.”
“Trust. I’m going
to prove to you that I trust you completely.” For now, they’d leave aside the
question of whether she could trust him.
She leaned back
and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. “You’re not going to fall
backward and trust me to catch you, are you?”
that innocent,” he said. “I’m going to let you tie me up.”
She hooted. “You’re
“Only if you want
to. It’s your call.”
She stared into
his eyes. “You’re serious.”
“There’s a bag
from the hotel gift shop in the bedroom. It has enough silk scarves to tie me
pretty securely to the bed.”
“I did see that
bag.” She bit her lip. “Silk scarves, huh?”
hurt me, of course,” he said.
“But I could tie
you up, and…”
“Do whatever you
want to me.” The more he thought about this plan, the hotter he got. Imagine,
her crawling all over him. Getting naked but not allowing him to touch her. He
couldn’t do anything for his own pleasure unless she allowed it. If she toyed
with him for a good, long while and then finally allowed him to climax, the
orgasm would tear him apart. What a way to go.
“Would that really turn you
on?” she asked.
“It already has. Touch me if
you want proof.”
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Alice Gaines lives in the San Francisco Bay Area in a fixer-upper house she never fixed up. Aside from writing and reading hot, hot romance, she loves cooking, knitting and crocheting, and her church. She has a pet corn snake named Casper and she’s insanely passionate about the funky soul band, Tower of Power.
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