Just One Inch

by Cassandra Dee

  Just One Inch

  A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

  Cassandra Dee

  Copyright © 2020 by Cassandra Dee

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  Just One Night

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  Just One More

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  Client No. 6

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  Shared

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  Shared, Vol. 2

  Shared, Vol. 3

  Shared, Vol. 4

  The Claiming Her Series

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  The Boss Series

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  Pregnant by My Boss

  Tempt The Boss

  Pregnant by the CEO

  The His Series

  His Captive

  His Woman

  His Love

  His Christmas Gift

  Daddy Academy

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  Standalones

  Don’t Fall For Me

  Tie Me Up Daddy

  Paying My Boyfriend’s Debt

  Beg Me

  Prison Fling

  Cocky AF

  Iron Soldier

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Small Town Secrets

  The President and the Starlet

  His Baby

  Buying a Bride

  The Billionaire’s Kitten

  Closer

  Loving the Babysitter

  Wild Beast

  Daddy’s Rich Enemy

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Hate Love

  His Baby to Keep

  Contents

  About This Book

  1. Tina

  2. Jake

  3. Tina

  4. Jake

  5. Tina

  6. Jake

  7. Tina

  8. Jake

  9. Tina

  10. Jake

  11. Tina

  12. Jake

  13. Tina

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Just One More

  Sneak Peek: Three Rockstars of Sin

  About the Author

  About This Book

  Just one inch, I begged. But my sister’s fiancé gave it to me ALL.

  * * *

  We were never supposed to meet.

  It was an anonymous night with a handsome, dominating stranger.

  But when I begged him, he gave me more than an inch.

  He gave me everything … including a baby.

  Then I found out the truth and was absolutely horrified.

  How could this happen?

  This isn’t who I am!

  But now, I’m pregnant and the gorgeous man is going to be a daddy.

  What do we do?

  * * *

  Hey Readers – The Manning Brothers are here for more good times! Tina and Jake meet for an encounter that blows both of them away, but can they make it work once the going gets real? The steam level is turned up high, and you’ll love the saucy tale of a feisty girl and her OTT alpha male. Enjoy! Love, Cassandra

  1

  Tina

  A year ago …

  “Tina! Wake up! You’re going to miss the exam!” came a screech from outside my room.

  I groaned and mentally tried to make the noise go away. I buried myself under my pillow but was rudely awakened when my head bumped against something hard. Damnit! It was the small banker’s lamp on my desk, its green lampshade knocked askew by my clumsiness. I’d fallen asleep again while studying, the sunlight glaring through the window, a branch rattling sharply against the glass.

  Groggily, I shook myself awake while Jenna pounded on the door again.

  “Get your ass up!” she shrieked. “We’re going to miss the torts exam!”

  I sighed, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. Whatever our differences, Jenna was my cross to bear. My twin was born three minutes after me and she’s the crowd favorite. Blessed with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slim, lithe figure, Jenna always manages to find the spotlight.

  Me, on the other hand, I’m curvy like they say these days. It’s a challenge to find tops that fit my bust, so loose flannel shirts are my go-to because they’re stylish without being revealing. I usually wear cute glasses and tight jeans, making sure my shirts cover my rear end, but there’s no hiding the fact that I have a substantial derriere. I have a shelf butt à la Kim Kardashian, complete with dimples and winks.

  “Hurry up!” my sister screamed again. Reluctantly, I heaved myself to my feet and opened the door.

  “Coming, coming,” I sighed, hoping that my generally rumpled appearance wasn’t too bad. No such luck. My twin never missed an opportunity to criticize my flaws and looked me over with obvious disgust. Of course, she was perfectly groomed even at 8 a.m., so I was a sad comparison having slept in my clothes with my comfy top haphazardly tucked into my jeans, my glasses still askew on my nose.

  “You look nasty,” Jenna commented, making a face.

  I sighed.

  “Just give me two minutes, okay?” I ground out as I brushed past my twin to the bathroom. I scrabbled around looking for the toothpaste, and as usual found it uncapped. I struggled to squeeze out some usable gel.

  “Hurry the fuck up!” Jenna screamed out
side, pounding on the door again. “Who cares what you look like? I have a career in environmental law on the line. Let’s go!”

  With a reluctant sigh, I put down the toothbrush and grabbed my bag, rushing down the stairs to the car. Rooting around for my keys, I unlocked the doors and Jenna was in the passenger seat in a flash, anger clouding her beautiful features.

  Sighing, I revved the car and started backing it out of our driveway. You see, I’m Jenna’s driver … all the time. Not a designated driver, but the constant chauffeur, the lady-in-waiting to my twin, who never got her license. Despite the fact that California is car country, my sister always got our parents to chauffeur her around and now that job is mine. Nothing I say, or what anyone says, can convince her to go to the DMV.

  “It’s okay,” she’d say breezily, waving a slim hand in elegant dismissal. “Tina loves driving and besides, gas is so expensive that it’s good to ride-share.” Just like that – my sister could twist anything so that she was made of gold. “You know, I’m very environmentally conscious,” she’d confide to whomever, playing on her reputation as a do-gooder.

  As a result, it’s continued. We’re at the same law school because she’s a schemer who somehow managed to scam good grades during undergrad, charming the admissions committee. Meanwhile, I’m stuck for the next year, but after graduation I’m out of here, and off to a new life.

  2

  Jake

  I glanced around at the raging party in my apartment. It was cool. I’m a thirty-five year-old tech entrepreneur, worth more than you can possibly imagine. You know that thing called a “unicorn,” a start-up valued at over a billion dollars? Yeah, that’s what Manning Pharmaceuticals was … until today. My baby went public this morning and now I’m officially a billionaire. One. Billion. Fucking. Dollars. Not a start-up mogul whose wealth is based on some wild and crazy VC estimate, but the real fucking thing.

  It wasn’t easy. I worked like a dog to get where I am today. Sleeping at the office, showering at the office, flaking on all other commitments until I got what I wanted. It was painful, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun. My brothers and I had a ball, and besides girls love the flowing testosterone. Like bloodhounds they’re able to sniff out prey from a mile away, and my brothers and I are easy targets. We walk, talk, and bleed our work, and it doesn’t help that we’re handsome motherfuckers, with the characteristic Manning dark hair and blue eyes.

  Because Manning Pharma is a family biz. Sure, I’m the CEO, but my brother Matt runs the marketing side, Caleb is the technical whiz, and Cade is the finance guru. Our strategy was to maintain one hundred percent ownership, never ceding control to outsiders.

  And lo and behold, our little experiment worked. We’re now extraordinarily wealthy men, the kind who have all sorts of toys, gadgets, whatever money can buy. In fact, I’m thinking of purchasing a G5 soon. Why not? I travel frequently, and it’s always nicer to fly on your own private jet.

  But first things first. The past month was a fucking whirlwind of meetings with bankers, lawyers, even those pricks at the SEC. Fuckers all wanted a piece of Manning but that shit’s over for now and it’s time to party. I’d invited some friends to my place to chill, and could see that they’d invited a bunch of randoms. Now my pad was packed with gyrating partiers, some a little drunk off their asses.

  I could see a group of super-hot girls shimmying in the living room, a particular blonde glancing my way now and then, giving me that come-hither glance. Hmm, not bad. She was lean and leggy, with good rhythm and a certain sluttiness that always comes through. But my eye was caught by a brunette in the corner, her back turned to me, a juicy derriere pointed my way. She looked decent, like an honest female, so much so that I was almost tempted to leave her alone.

  I said almost. But not quite.

  I strode over, aware that multiple female eyes trailed me. No worries. It’s not that often you meet a newly-minted billionaire.

  The brunette didn’t even sense me coming, she was so engrossed in conversation with a friend. I took the opportunity to look at her close-up. Yeah, exactly my type. Curvy, with a big ass and a juicy rack too, just the way I liked it. I could see that her skin was a creamy milk-color, the kind that begs to be devoured. Her hair was a glossy brown, curly and tucked behind her ears. Too bad she was wearing some shapeless thing, a big plaid lumberjack shirt that almost went down to her knees.

  She was murmuring something in a low voice to her friend, but the friend had since stopped paying attention and was looking at me with shock.

  “Um, Tina …,” was all the friend could manage. Tina, huh? Well, Tina finally noticed my shadow and spun around to see who’d barged in.

  Obviously, she had no idea who I was.

  “Can I help you?” she asked frostily. I noticed her eyes were a warm, caramel brown, belying the cool tone of her voice.

  “Hey,” I said with a knowing smile. I knew what would happen next. Girls can’t resist the Manning charm and I expected the same from her too, the same coy “I want you but I don’t” act.

  But the brunette was steadfastly stubborn. “Is that a reply?” she said archly, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “Because if it was, I’m not sure there was a question.”

  Smart and sassy, huh? I loved her voice. The low tones were soothing to my ears, like a relaxing glass of wine amid the raucous din. I could feel the headache I’d developed melting away just from the sultry melody and the urge to pull her into my arms asap grew even stronger. But obviously, this wasn’t going to be an easy lay. I was going to have to charm her, really lay it on thick.

  “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I drawled. I heard a gasp, but it wasn’t from Tina. It was the friend, who unceremoniously shoved the brunette into my arms, those lush curves tumbling against me as she tripped and fell. The heat between our bodies was electric, the shock immediate. My dick lost its mind and punched out against my fly, painfully reminding me that I hadn’t been laid in months.

  I took the opportunity to sweep the brunette up in my arms, shouldering aside guests as I made my way to the terrace. Once outside, the snap of the San Francisco breeze bit us, almost painfully cold, so I turned her to stand in my lee, shielding the warm, curvy body from the worst of the elements.

  “Let me down!” she sputtered, not too gracefully, indignantly glaring up at me. Laughing, I did as she asked, letting her feel my masculine hardness as she slid against my body. As soon as her toes touched land, she backed away from me, but only a step, bumping into the balcony with her butt.

  “Careful sweetheart,” I murmured, drawing her close again. “It’s a long ways down from the penthouse.”

  She spun around to gaze off the terrace and shuddered, reflexively stepping back into my embrace. Hey, a thousand feet is a lot, and when there’s a strong San Francisco wind blowing at your back, I can see why you’d cling to the closest living thing that appears sturdy and warm.

  “Get me out of here,” she whispered, trembling. So the little girl was afraid of heights, yeah? Perfect way to press my advantage.

  “Before we go …” I said, my voice trailing off as I swooped in for a kiss. More like a mind-blowing assault on the brunette’s lips. Her pout was pink and perfect, like a rosebud waiting to blossom, and I couldn’t help but unwind and unleash. My tongue traced her lips before thrusting roughly into that sweet cavern, her startled reaction instinctive but quickly subdued as she melted in my arms. It was sweet, sensual … and about to get nasty if I had my way.

  3

  Tina

  He was domineering. Arrogant. And breathtakingly gorgeous. The man had to be at least six four, solid with muscle, pecs hard as he wrapped his brawny arms around me. I don’t know what exactly happened but somehow he jimmied a door open on the terrace and we were inside a bedroom. Not just any bedroom, but the most massive, opulent space I’d ever seen.

  Inside was a huge bed, upholstered in rich blue linen, the mahogany wood gleaming in the low light. Scattered throughout the room were
priceless antiques, arranged on what looked to be equally expensive rugs, but I’m no expert. Besides, I had no time to study the furnishings. Instead, I was gazing at a massive, magnificent male form before me, one that I’d never seen the likes of.

  It’s not that I’m a prude, it’s just that I’m always outshone by my sisters, you know? It’s not just Jenna with the lithe, sinuous body and gleaming blonde hair. I also have two younger sisters, Callie and Karina, who are stunners in training. Even at sixteen I can tell they’re going to be a handful based on the number of breathless comments on their Instagram selfies.

  Plus, I’ve been so focused on my career that I don’t have a life. I’m at law school, but for all the right reasons. I love corporate finance and it sounds boring to most folks, but I’m looking to be a tax lawyer, someone who helps families and corporations best structure their investments to minimize their tax burden. Cayman Island shelters? Check. Reinsurers based in Bermuda? Check. If it’ll help my clients, then I’m on it.

  But it means that I’m up all night, hitting the books. Unfortunately, last night wasn’t an aberration. I really do study around the clock, pulling all nighters as needed. It does a lot of damage to my looks, my health, and my psychological well-being. Plus, I need to get a job asap just to pay back the six figure loans I’ve taken on.