CLAIMING THE BILLIONAIRE
Seattle Bachelors Book 4
by JM Stewart
January 10, 2017; Forever Yours eBook; $3.99
Code Name: Love
Staff Sergeant Tyler Benson is a survivor. He doesn't give up on
what he wants, and right now, he wants Cassandra Stephanopolous. He thought
about her every single day he was gone. Now that he's back, nothing will stop
him from making her his. Plan of Action: Crash Seattle's biggest
billionaire-bachelorette auction and make sure he comes out the highest bidder.
If he wins a date with Cassie, she'll have to talk to him.
Three years. It's been three years since Cassie said goodbye to
Tyler, and she's been trying to pick up the pieces ever since. Just as she's
starting to feel ready to move on, he walks in, all cocky smiles and
blue-collar charm. She's determined to keep her focus where it should be: on
her thriving jewelry business. But as he lays siege to her heart, she wonders
just how long her defenses will last . . .
As she stepped up to the lane again, he
should’ve tossed another cocky taunt at her, some barely disguised innuendo,
but he could only watch. Despite her protests regarding bowling, they were
having a good time. His head had been quiet so far. Not once in the last hour
and a half had he thought of that fucking cell in Iraq. The crowd around him,
the deafening noise, hadn’t triggered anything ugly, because he was lost in
her, in keeping her smiling and laughing.
By the fourth game two hours later, they
both played so lousy he laughed every time he stepped up to the lane. Cassie,
though, was ahead by five points. This game would decide who won his little bet.
As
it turned out, his ball curved off into gutter. Leaving all ten damn pins still
standing.
Cassie let out a victorious squeal behind
him, meeting him at the ball return with a grin plastered across her face and
her chest puffed out with pride. She stepped into his personal space and poked
him in the chest. “You. Are. Mine. I won, fair and square, soldier boy.”
He leaned down and touched his nose to
hers. She might have won, but he could still pull a few punches of his own.
“I’ve always been yours. Believe me, princess, I’m going to enjoy letting you
have your way with me.”
That got her. Cassie froze, heat flaring in
her eyes. A heady shiver moved through her as she stared up at him. “So, what
now?”
“Well, that depends on you, but”—he leaned
his head beside her ear and lowered his voice—“I’m dying to peel you out of
those jeans.”
Her breathing hitched. When he met her gaze
again, she stared at him for one tension-filled moment, grabbed his hand, and
marched off, tugging him behind her. He followed in silence out of the bowling
alley and into the quiet of the night. She didn’t say a word or even turn to
look at him as she led him to where his brother’s car was parked at the back of
the lot. Once there, she pressed him against the driver’s door. Hands braced on
his chest, she lifted onto her toes and captured his mouth, all fire and
determination. She pushed her tongue inside, her kiss hot and desperate, and he
was pretty sure they were both shaking.
As suddenly as she’d kissed him, she
released him, pausing a moment to catch his gaze. Hers was filled with the same
need that had him tongue-tied. Then she moved around to the passenger side of
the car.
His
fingers shook as he dug his keys from his pocket and hit the fob. Once the
doors unlocked, she climbed inside. When he got in after her, she reached over
and threaded her fingers with his. “You should get this car moving, because in
about two seconds, I’m going to climb into that seat with you. I need you. I…”
She shook her head, glancing over at him,
vulnerability rising in her eyes.
She didn’t have to say the words. What she
meant hung in the air, igniting a solar flare between them. She needed what he
needed. Something soft and slow. A complete meshing of bodies. He had a feeling
they really wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Not out of physical need, but the
soul-deep desire to be as close as possible. To make up for lost time. Three
years apart was a lifetime, and the need in her eyes, mixing with the tears
hovering at the edges of her lashes, told him she thought something similar.
He
squeezed her fingers, then pushed the button to start the car and moved their
combined hands to the gearshift. “Me, too, baby. Me too.”
J.M. Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the
Pacific Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She's a
hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after
and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing
them has become her obsession.
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