A Millionaire At Midnight
Bachelor Auction #4

Available from Entangled Publishing's Scorched line


Socialite Morgan Lett is having a run of bad luck. Her fiancé just dumped her, the charity foundation she loves in danger of folding, and the gorgeous man she won at a masquerade bachelor auction turns out to be her cold-hearted new employer.

 

Millionaire Alexander Bishop needs a wife. And Morgan is the perfect candidate. She may drive him crazy, but she needs money to save the foundation she loves, and he needs a fiancée. It's a flawless arrangement—no strings, no love. Until she has him wanting more.

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Excerpt:

"Do you fully understand what we would have to do?" Alex growled, advancing on Morgan, momentarily forgetting his resolve to maintain distance between them. "My father isn't an idiot. He knows how much I despise the idea of marrying again. He—"

"Wait, hold up." Morgan threw up a hand, palm out. "Again?"

"—won't be easily fooled. I need to convince him that I've done the impossible. That I found a woman I not only want to be with, but who's also fallen in love with me. Which would explain the whirlwind romance and quick engagement." The words tasted like day-old ashes in his mouth. "It's going to be hard enough pretending I've gone stupid over a woman—any woman—but can you be that woman, Morgan? Can you pretend you want me? My touch? And not just for a night, but for weeks. Months, if necessary. I don't think—"

Morgan moved forward. No, prowled forward with a sensual sway of her hips that had the moisture in his mouth drying up like a drought. She didn't stop until her chest pressed against him, and her thighs brushed his. Jesus. He ground his teeth together, caging the groan that climbed up the back of his throat. The layers of her dress and his sweater didn't hide the firmness of her breasts. The soft weight of them had his hands itching to yank down the top, slide inside the cups of her bra, and cradle the tempting flesh. To thumb nipples he knew would be a delicate pink—at least until he had his mouth and tongue on them. Then the color would deepen into a dark, beautiful rose…

"Do you know why I came here tonight?" she whispered, lifting a hand and cradling his face. Slumberous blue eyes stared up at him, the same need winding through his blood reflected there. "I couldn't stop myself, even though I know this is the last place I should be. You…" A breath shuddered out from between her lips, caressing his chin. She whisked her thumb over his cheekbone, shaking her head. "You are like a drug. I shouldn't want you. I know you're bad for me, will probably hurt me, but I don't care. I…need you. Want to just look at you, touch you." She trailed her fingertips down his temple, over his jaw. Grazed his lips. "You're all I think about, and…and I can't fight it anymore," she confessed on a trembling sigh as her gaze dropped to his mouth. "I don't want to fight it anymore." Abruptly she dropped her hand from him and stepped back. "Aaand scene."

She flung an arm out to the side and folded over at the waist into a flamboyant, exaggerated bow, the knot of hair at the top of her head bouncing. When she straightened, a smirk quirked her lips. The arousal that had hooded her eyes and softened her generous, a shade-too-wide mouth had disappeared as if it'd never been.

"As you were saying?" she asked, arching a dark blonde eyebrow high. "I can't pretend to want you?"

"You are…" Amazing. Scary as fuck. But he couldn't force out anything else pass the lust strangling him. His body still hummed with arousal, the need droning inside him like a hundred angry bees.

"Awesome. I know." She nodded. "I told Mrs. Bradley she should've let me play Peter Cottontail in our third-grade play instead of Tree Number One. She missed out on all this." She swept a hand down her body. "So?" She held her palms up. "Do we have a deal?"

 

 

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