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Bound to Him, Part 3: The Billionaire's Beck and Call Series (The Billionaire's Beck and Call, Book 2)

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  • Sales Rank:184,604
  • Format:Kindle eBook
  • Language:English (Published)
  • Media:Kindle Edition
  • Pages:39
  • Publication Date:April 4, 2013
  • ASIN:B00C127TBS


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Synopsis
Lucy Willcox begins her training...

When Maxwell Pierce said she'd start her training in the office, Lucy didn't know what to expect. She certainly didn't expect him to go over his Type A, Control Freak ground rules, especially when it comes to Rule #2: NO surprises. Ever.

Naughty Lucy scheduled a surprise meeting for her new boss just that morning, but Mr. Pierce has a punishment for her that more than fits the crime, making her squirm as she struggles to maintain control in the workplace.

Meanwhile, Isabeau and Mr. Drake have a surprise of their own, when they hire a private detective to get the dirt on Dmitry, the man who's threatening her brother, Alex, in prison. Lucy doesn't want Isabeau's help, but what Lucy doesn't know can't hurt her. Can it?

Good intentions go bad and passions ignite in this third 10, 200 word third installment in BOUND TO HIM, the sequel to the best-selling series by Delilah Fawkes, The Billionaire's Beck and Call.

Don't miss the rest of the BOUND TO HIM series (Parts 4 and 5), available now!


EXCERPT:

"Good thing I have an assistant who can attend for me."

"Attend for you, Sir?"

"That's right." He grinned down at me, his finger now tracing my jaw, his touch making me shiver. "You're going to be punished, little miss Lucy. You will attend the meeting in my place and take detailed notes for me, then brief me later today. Understood?"

I sighed. "Yes... Sir."

Goddamn him. This is not at all what I wanted. But at least he was getting involved, in his own weird way. I supposed that was better than nothing.

"Good girl," he said.

He gathered up the bottom of my skirt, and I gasped, looking over my shoulder toward the office door.

"Don't worry, Lucy. No one comes to see me who isn't scheduled in by my assistants. It's a hard and fast rule I've set with my employees."

He moved closer, pulling me against his body. I instinctively slid my hands up his chest, enjoying the muscles beneath. His lips met my neck, and I moaned. He cupped my ass, then slid his hands beneath the fabric, running his hands over my thin panties and garter belt.

I was already wet for him, my body responding to his presence even before his touch. When he slipped a finger beneath my panties, I opened wider for him, pressing into him, loving the way he grew stiff against my belly.

"You're already soaking, you bad girl."

His breath tickled my neck as I leaned against him, supported by him, as he explored my folds, sending little jolts of electricity through my body. My core was on fire for him, and I wondered if he would take me here and now--wished it with all of my being.

Would he bend me over the desk? Would he press me against the wall? Would he take me on the floor, rubbing my still-sore ass against the rough fibers of the carpet?

He reached into his pocket and drew something out, but before I could see what it was, I felt it pressed against me, inside of the lace of my underwear, its cool, rounded surface totally foreign. Mr. Pierce reached into his pocket again, and the object buzzed to life against me. I shrieked, squirming in his arms.

"Open your legs, Lucy."

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