The Billionaire's Betrayal
by Carmen Falcone
Series: Highest Bidder, #3
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 14, 2020
Madam Alexa learned the hard way to stay away from the opposite sex. She deals with men and takes their money, but doesn’t fall for them. Ever. And, she certainly doesn’t screw them—that is, until a billionaire Texan, who proposes a male virgin auction, catches her attention in every way possible. If the deal works, she’ll make enough money to retire and walk away from everything—no regrets.
Brooks Taylor hates deceiving, but he has no other choice. He’s ready to expose the dirty scheme he believes Madam Alexa runs in her glorified brothel. After all, his sister died because of Alexa’s sordid business. But, keeping his mind off Alexa and his hands and his cock to himself becomes more difficult the longer he works with her. When he learns she’s not the villain he believed her to be, it’s too late to come clean. But, stopping the sizzling attraction pulling them together is… impossible.
He cleared his throat, the knot pulsing. Memories of their make-out session populated in his mind, and his body went rigid. Damn. Sleeping with her sure would be no sacrifice. He licked his lips, missing the taste of her sweet pussy.
If she hadn’t stopped him, he’d have fucked her in her office. Hard. Deep.
The sound of a car approaching the property yanked him from his thoughts. Buck up, man. He had to keep his head in the game. Sleeping with Alexa would be a means to an end—enjoying her was a bonus. But he couldn’t for one minute forget who she really was. How many lives she’d probably wrecked with this glorified human trafficking stint she called an auction.
Startled, Duke jumped off the couch, barking his way to the entrance.
Running his fingers through his hair, Brooks followed the dog, his insistent barks echoing in the marbled foyer. When he opened the door, his heart came to a halt. Without the glamorous dress, Alexa was even more intriguing.
A gray sweater and some tight denim jeans covered her, and tall boots completed her look. He half expected her to show up in one of those dresses with long slits that would give any man within miles automatic boners. But no, she’d actually come looking appropriate for staying at his beloved ranch.
“Welcome to Texas, Madam,” he drawled. “Hope our quiet nights won’t bore you,” he gestured for her to enter. The driver who had picked her up waved from the vehicle, signaling he’d bring her suitcase.
She walked in, with a hint of smile on her face, carrying a designer bag large enough to fit a family of squirrels.
Duke jumped on her, wagging his tail, and she stepped back, blinking.
Quickly, he grabbed the dog’s collar and pushed him outside, closing the door behind them. “Excuse Duke. I hired trainers, but he still can’t resist jumping on pretty women.”
She studied the décor, glancing at the art on the walls, and the accent pieces with a Southwestern flair he’d bought from a prominent new artist. A country living decoration magazine had begged him to feature his home in their issue once, but he’d denied the offer. “I’m familiar with the type. That’s why I always have pepper spray with me.”
“Duke won’t need that.”
She lifted her eyebrow. “I wasn’t talking about the dog.”
If she hadn’t stopped him, he’d have fucked her in her office. Hard. Deep.
The sound of a car approaching the property yanked him from his thoughts. Buck up, man. He had to keep his head in the game. Sleeping with Alexa would be a means to an end—enjoying her was a bonus. But he couldn’t for one minute forget who she really was. How many lives she’d probably wrecked with this glorified human trafficking stint she called an auction.
Startled, Duke jumped off the couch, barking his way to the entrance.
Running his fingers through his hair, Brooks followed the dog, his insistent barks echoing in the marbled foyer. When he opened the door, his heart came to a halt. Without the glamorous dress, Alexa was even more intriguing.
A gray sweater and some tight denim jeans covered her, and tall boots completed her look. He half expected her to show up in one of those dresses with long slits that would give any man within miles automatic boners. But no, she’d actually come looking appropriate for staying at his beloved ranch.
“Welcome to Texas, Madam,” he drawled. “Hope our quiet nights won’t bore you,” he gestured for her to enter. The driver who had picked her up waved from the vehicle, signaling he’d bring her suitcase.
She walked in, with a hint of smile on her face, carrying a designer bag large enough to fit a family of squirrels.
Duke jumped on her, wagging his tail, and she stepped back, blinking.
Quickly, he grabbed the dog’s collar and pushed him outside, closing the door behind them. “Excuse Duke. I hired trainers, but he still can’t resist jumping on pretty women.”
She studied the décor, glancing at the art on the walls, and the accent pieces with a Southwestern flair he’d bought from a prominent new artist. A country living decoration magazine had begged him to feature his home in their issue once, but he’d denied the offer. “I’m familiar with the type. That’s why I always have pepper spray with me.”
“Duke won’t need that.”
She lifted her eyebrow. “I wasn’t talking about the dog.”
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