Bound to You: The Complete Novel: (Volumes 1-3)
by Vanessa Booke
(Millionaire’s Row) #1-3
Publication Date: 11 September 2014
Genres: Boxed Set, Erotica, Humorous
Arrogant, brooding, domineering, possessive, dangerously handsome, and a playboy. These are all of the characteristics on Rebecca Gellar’s Run-Like-Hell list for men, but she’s about to meet the man who’s the epitome of these and more…
After breaking off her engagement with Hollywood actor Miles Storm, Rebecca is ready for a change of scenery in her life and in her bed. So when the opportunity to work for StoneHaven Publishing, one of New York City’s most respectable publishing empires presents itself, Rebecca doesn’t hesitate moving to the Big Apple. Convinced she can show the owner of StoneHaven Publishing that she has the “right stuff,” Rebecca agrees to a six month trial as the personal assistant to the owner’s playboy son, Nicholas StoneHaven.
This is her big chance. If she can just get through these six months without strangling Nicholas with his Armani tie, she’ll be okay – easier said than done. Nicholas is the last person Rebecca thought she’d find herself pining for, especially when he hits every category under her list. Get ready for a battle of the sexes… *This novel includes all three volumes combined.
As soon as the door shuts, I feel Nicholas’ eyes burning holes into the back of my skull. The air inside the elevator feels paper-thin. The claustrophobia sets in. It’s strange the way his presence affects me. Only moments before I felt fine riding up the elevator, but now I can barely breathe. The elevator pings, letting us know that we’ve reached the top floor. The doors rush open and a blast of cold hits me. It’s always so cold up here. Nicholas steps out and casually tosses his jacket on a nearby chair.
He disappears for a moment and returns with a glass and a bottle of scotch. He sets the glass on his desk and pours the amber liquid. I watch mesmerized as he tips it back and then sets the bottle and glass down, never taking his eyes off me. I’m starting to think he might have a drinking problem.
“What’s your problem, Gellar?” he asks sharply, wiping his lips of scotch.
You. I bite my tongue, knowing I’ll only make this situation worse.
“Why the fuck did you ignore my texts?”
I can’t speak. I don’t even know what I would say if I could find the nerve to move my lips and form words. My body instinctively backs away as he stalks over to me. In one swift motion, he corners me against the wall with one hand. He leans in to me and I can’t help but drown in the spicy scent of wood and cinnamon. My cheeks flush as his erection grinds into my stomach. A warm sensation fills my lower half. I look away, embarrassed at the sound of my panting. What is he doing to me? Is this my punishment?
“What do you want, Nicholas?” I ask, breathless.
His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “I can’t stop thinking about your tight little ass in those panties.”
He nips the top of my ear and I almost lose control. Who knew an ear could be so sensitive? I moan without warning. His warm lips claim mine as his hands go on an expedition. I resist them at first, trying as hard as I can to get away from his grasp. I’m reminded of Carol’s metaphor. I’m just another fly in his web.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused. “What I’ve wanted to do since Friday.” Nicholas senses my hesitation as he grabs my wrists and pins
them behind me. I struggle to get free, but his lips crush against the side of my neck, and the sensation instantly makes me forget why I’m fighting so hard. His hands roam up my shirt and around the side of my back, cupping my ass. He lifts me in the air with one arm and I wrap my legs around him, straddling his waist. Desire pulses through me as I run my hands through his hair, pulling it slightly. Without meaning to, we’re crashing into furniture as he carries me over to his desk. His tongue explores my mouth, teasing me into submission. He growls against my lips as I try to pull away for air.
“Shit, woman, you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs against my lips.
I silence him with kiss as I bite his bottom lip. He groans, pushing his erection harder against me. I watch with lust-driven eyes as he sweeps the documents from his desk to the floor and then sets me on the cold cherry wood desk. My nipples tighten against my shirt as he fumbles for the zipper of my skirt, my heart pounding wildly as Nicholas unzips it.
Something inside me ignites. There’s no turning back now. I want him. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. I know this is stupid, but I can’t stop myself. I’m about to have sex with Nicholas StoneHaven, my boss, and the very man I said would be the last man on earth that I would ever be with. If Carol could see us now, she’d be yelling I told you so.
“I’m going to make you remember this,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “You’ll be thinking about it all day…” He pushes me back onto the desk and positions himself between my hips, slipping his hand up my plaid skirt. “You’ll think about me when you’re at your desk,” he says, running his fingers up my thigh and pushing my panties down. “When you’re in the shower…” His fingers slide into me. “When you’re in bed…” I gasp as his thumb rubs my already aroused bud. “When you’re touching yourself,” he says, growling. “I’m going to make you forget everyone who came before me. But first, I’m going to make you come.”
Nicholas kneels in front of me, and I can feel my heart palpitate at the sight of him so close to my center. “I want you to watch me,” he whispers, staring straight into my eyes. He pulls me to him and then lowers his mouth against me. A rush of pleasure flows through me as his warm mouth encircles me. It feels like heaven. I gasp in pleasure as he starts to suck and nibble.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, shifting my hips up to him.
Nicholas lifts his head and smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
About Vanessa Booke
Vanessa Booke is a lover of poetry, Rom-Coms, the combination of peanut butter and chocolate, and all things Jane Austen. She is an avid reader and graduate from Cal State University, San Bernardino where she received her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. Vanessa lives in beautiful Southern California with her husband Ryan and their three dachshunds Zer0, Zoey, and Zelda. When she isn’t working on her novels, Vanessa spends most of her time window shopping and taking grand adventures with her partner in crime.
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