Alexander Wolfe is a billionaire whose priorities used to include work, money and total control. No longer. He now has only one obsession: his beautiful new fiancée Lila, whose combined innocence and sultry femininity drive him to the brink. Their attraction began as an uncontrollable lust and has bloomed into an all-encompassing love affair that awes them both. If Alexander could have it his way, he would confine Lila to his private penthouse and bask in the glow of her sensual charms day and night.
But when reality forces its way into Alexander and Lila’s private world in the form of Alexander’s supermodel ex-girlfriend, Alexander’s brother Jake’s impending prison sentence, and a very persistent work colleague of Alexander’s – who just happened to be present at a recent wild night of poker that got a little out of control – things get complicated.
Will the drama drive them apart, or is Alexander and Lila’s love strong enough to get them to the altar?
HONEY GIRL is the second book in the BILLIONAIRE series (and can also stand alone).
Also by Juliette Jones:
BILLIONAIRE
WILD RIDE
Excerpt:
HONEY GIRL by Juliette Jones (Chapter 1)
Lila
He
lay next to me, still asleep. His black hair was all askew, framing his
face in artful, silky disarray. The cinnamon skin of his brawny
shoulders looked dark, as always, next to my pale curves. He lay on his
stomach, his face turned towards me, his muscular arm curled around a
pillow. His full lips were barely parted, his face peaceful. He looked
young in his sleep. Relaxed. That visceral, male aggression that clung
to him softened when he slept, but the innate arrogance was somehow
still there. In the curve of his mouth. In his strong features and the
dark stripes of his eyebrows. I watched him sleep for a few minutes,
fascinated by his mesmerizing flawlessness. He was astoundingly
beautiful.
He
had the build of an athlete. Tall and toned with graceful bones.
Powerful, with the kind of strength that draws your eye and makes you
aware of it. Of how easily it would be for him to use it. On you. Of
how brutal he could be when he drove his immense, thick, hard-as-stone
cock deep into you, forcing wave after wave of raw, lustrous pleasure.
I
could have touched him, with feather-light strokes across his
shoulders. Down his back. I could have rubbed myself against him and
kissed his perfect lips, licking him, tasting the minted, drugging
flavor of him. I knew he’d be instantly ready for me.
Alexander was always ready.
But today was the day I was starting my new job. As Alexander’s assistant.
Not as his assistant, I reminded myself. As his business partner.
This
whirlwind romance had not only landed me a gorgeous sex-god of a
fiancé, it had also placed me at the right hand of one of the most
powerful CEOs in New York City: founder, owner and mastermind of Wolfe
Enterprises. Alexander was the executive of the esteemed and hugely
successful magazine Skyscraper.
He also owned two major book publishers and ran several investment
companies, hedge funds, and a number of cash cow Internet businesses.
He
was a type-A genius with a dark side and a voracious carnal appetite.
Which he took out on me whenever he got the opportunity. Which was, it
had to be said … often.
It
was Monday morning. Early. Earlier than we usually woke. We’d become
night owls, the two of us. Darkness was our erotic haven, where we could
exist only for each other.
I
didn’t regret a single decision. Of course I didn’t. But sometimes when
I stopped to think about things, like now, in the quiet of a
purple-skied dawn, I almost felt a sense of vertigo from the gargantuan
shift my life had taken over the course of exactly two months.
Two months.
Two months ago, I’d been a capable yet fumbling, unemployed, broke, virginal
recent-graduate who dressed in baggy clothes, wore unfashionable
glasses, had a bad haircut and who preferred to keep all members of the
opposite sex at arm’s length. And now? Well, times had most definitely
changed. At least when it came to one particular member of the opposite
sex.
I lay in the semi-darkness and took in my surroundings. The heavy, decorative drapes that framed Alexander’s – our
– bedroom windows were never drawn. We were too high up to be visible
to the mortals down below. Our view overlooked the distant streets, the
treetops of Central Park, the gritty, graceful skyline of some of New
York’s most expensive real estate. It was early October and the deep
indigo of the city night hung on. The quiet, expansive room hummed with
plush, cocooned luxury. Alexander’s bed was huge, swathed in expensive
cotton and silk, most of which had been displaced and/or rumpled by our
lovemaking.
At
this, I’d proven a prodigy. Whoever thought virgins took things slow
once they finally got going at the advanced age of twenty … well, they
hadn’t put me in a locked room with Alexander Wolfe. It had taken all of
thirty minutes for us to get not only intimate but downright feral.
There had been a desperation to it that I still couldn’t explain.
Physically, we were like magnets. Greedy, superstrength magnets who had
no choice or control. None of it made sense, really. That we’d been
willing to risk everything to get as close as humanly possible from that
very first encounter – and every encounter since. Who does that? What highly educated, soon-to-be professional, modern woman throws all – and I mean all – caution to the wind just to get down and dirty with a ridiculously sexy, overconfident billionaire?
This one, apparently.
He was my drug and my addiction. With him, lines became skewed and normal considerations simply did not apply. To not get close to him proved impossible. To not want to get close to him seemed insane.
Alexander.
My lover. My devil and my saint. My strength and my weakness.
My fiancé.
Beautiful, crazy Alexander. All mine.
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Juliette Jones is the author of BILLIONAIRE, HONEY GIRL and WILD RIDE. She lives in New York City.
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