My future at Hawkins Biotech now seems impossible, one spent with Gabe even more so. Yet because of my crushing debt, I’m left with little choice but a wary acceptance of his offer to return.
Not long after doing so, I discover that not only have things gotten worse with the Link Protocol, but Gabe had no intention of honoring the terms of our agreement. I should have known better.
Still, with so much at risk, I have no choice but to fight through all of it if I ever hope to have what I want out of life.
Through it all, I can’t help but wonder – will Gabe ever do the same for me?
This is the fifth, and final, book in a Billionaire Romance series presented in serial format. It is not a standalone. All individual entries are currently free with Kindle Unlimited.
“I swear to God, Gabe, if you touch me—I’ll scream.”
I licked my lips as I looked at her in silence.
I took another step towards her, close enough to get my first whiff of her perfume. While she stared at me with a look of uncertainty on her face, I relished the feeling of being close to her once again. My cock twitched as I watched her ample breasts heave. In between frenetic gulps of air, her chest moved up and down, tempting my hands to touch them.
“What are you doing, Gabe?” she whispered. “Don’t push me.”
I narrowed my gaze as I looked at her mouth. More than anything, I wanted to press my lips against hers. Fiona continued to fight through labored breath as I moved closer yet again. Her lips parted, and I was almost close enough to feel the heat as it escaped from the between them.
Just then, Fiona broke my gaze and her eyes darted towards the conference room door. Within a fraction of a second, she moved as if she were trying to escape, but as she did, I slammed my hand against the wall, palm flat, blocking her exit. She snapped her head in my direction, and I wasted no more time.
I crushed my mouth into hers, pinning her head against the wall. Right away, Fiona resisted me with everything she had. After a moment or two, she shook her head with a violent thrash, and broke her lips free of mine.
“Stop it, Gabe,” she warned. Lifting her hand, she wiped her mouth with the back of her palm.
I smiled as I looked into her eyes.
“I mean it,” she began. “I’m not kidding around. If you so much as touch me again, I’ll knee you right in the balls.”
But just as she finished speaking, I noticed the tiniest of twitches underneath Fiona’s eye. She didn’t believe her own bluff. I extended my other arm. Now with both palms flat against the wall, I engulfed her with my presence.
Without hesitation, I leaned my entire body into her, pinning her against the wall with my weight. My lips met hers and I drove my tongue inside her mouth. Predictably, Fiona resisted, squealing and moaning and otherwise protesting, until at last, I felt the rigidness fade from her body.
Sloan Storm is a verbally difficult, yet physically generous, writer who pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and the women who challenge them.
As such, power plays and passion are the heart of each and every story. The writer’s creative tendencies may drift as the mood strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place… the polarizing difference between the sexes.
After all, what else is there in life?
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