by M. S. Parker
Take Me, Sir
The Billionaire’s Sub 3
M. S. Parker
Belmonte Publishing, LLC
Contents
Book Description
1. Kyndall
2. Dean
3. Kyndall
4. Dean
5. Kyndall
6. Dean
7. Kyndall
8. Kyndall
9. Dean
10. Kyndall
11. Dean
12. Kyndall
13. Dean
14. Kyndall
15. Dean
16. Kyndall
17. Dean
18. Kyndall
19. Kyndall
20. Dean
21. Kyndall
22. Dean
23. Kyndall
24. Dean
25. Kyndall
26. Dean
27. Kyndall
28. Kyndall
M. S. Parker
Bonus 1: A Legal Affair
1. Leslie
2. Leslie
3. Paxton
4. Leslie
5. Leslie
6. Paxton
7. Leslie
8. Leslie
9. Leslie
10. Leslie
11. Paxton
12. Leslie
13. Leslie
14. Leslie
15. Paxton
16. Leslie
17. Leslie
18. Leslie
19. Paxton
20. Leslie
M. S. Parker
Bonus 2: Unlawful Attraction
1. Dena
2. Dena
3. Arik
4. Dena
5. Arik
6. Dena
7. Arik
8. Dena
9. Arik
10. Dena
Also by M. S. Parker
About the Author
Acknowledgments
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 Belmonte Publishing LLC
Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC
Book Description
When a chance meeting brings together twenty-two year-old Kyndall Letlow, and London-born billionaire Dean Stokes, both claim that they're only looking for a one-night stand. Fate, however, has something else in mind. Unable to stay away from each other, Kyndall and Dean struggle to overcome family disapproval and a secret that could put everyone at risk.
Don't miss out on the much-anticipated sequel to M.S. Parker's steamy Billionaire's Sub and Make Me Yours.
Chapter One
Kyndall
Many people associates all of California with the famous southern cities, Los Angeles and San Diego, and they don’t realize how completely different the northern part of the state is. Like how much damn hotter the summers are in LA than in the northern part of the state. It was the last weekend in June, and the temperature was at a record high, making me miss the East Coast even more.
If Cambridge, Massachusetts was as different from the Northern California town where I'd grown up as night from day, then LA would be a whole other planet by comparison. Not that I'd seen much of the city in the short time I'd been here. I flew in three days ago, and it'd been all wedding, all the time, from the moment my brother picked me up at the airport.
I sighed as I sipped at the expensive glass of champagne I'd snagged from one of the caterers as they'd rushed around, trying to get food and drinks to everyone in a hurry. I was just trying to stay out of the way and avoid awkward questions from my parents. Fortunately, the chaos of my brother's wedding was doing a lot to help that.
My big brother was married. And a father. I was still trying to wrap my head around it all.
I looked toward the table where Dalton and his wife, Juliette, were talking to her parents. Her mother looked anxious, and I couldn't say that I blamed her. The excitement of the day hadn't only been about Dalton and Juliette finally tying the knot. Juliette's little sister, Hanna, had been almost as much the center of attention as the bride. A week overdue, I'd heard her talking to my sister, Lia, about being induced tomorrow. That hadn't happened though. Instead, as everyone had been standing to applaud at the end of the ceremony, Hanna's water had broken.
Hence the catering staff rushing around to get everyone fed so they could head over to the hospital. Well, Juliette's family anyway. My family would say their goodbyes and go back home tonight. Everyone but Dalton, of course. This might not have been his house, but this was his city and had been before he'd even met Juliette. The two of them had a huge apartment, but the house had been a better fit for a wedding. Either way, LA was their home.
As for my sister, Lia and her family lived only fifteen minutes away from our parents. And now that I'd graduated from college, I was expected to return as well. Mom and Dad had already voiced their surprise that I hadn't come home earlier this month. I managed to convince them that I needed to stay to finish up an internship with one of my professors, but now, I was out of excuses.
Well, excuses they'd accept anyway, and in my family, there weren't many that could be deemed such. Dalton got a pass because they liked telling people that their Vanderbilt alumni son taught second grade at an inner city Los Angeles school and worked with Habitat for Humanity. Lia was happy living there with her husband, Torrence, and their five kids. She loved being a stay-at-home mom. Sure, our parents had been upset when she'd gotten pregnant her senior year of high school, but she'd still graduated. Married the baby's father. She made her life into what she'd always wanted it to be, and it meshed well with what our parents had wanted for her.
I almost snorted into my drink. I'd just graduated from MIT with a doctorate in mathematics, emphasizing on statistics, at the age of twenty-two...and I still felt like I had to prove myself to my parents. I loved my parents, and I knew they loved me, but it wasn't a matter of love. It was a matter of never being able to live up to the person they thought I should be.
I frowned as I put down my glass. I was starting to get a headache, and these heels weren't doing my feet any favors. At five-three, I always liked to give myself a little extra height, but I'd been on my feet for hours today, and the crimson red stilettos I purchased just for today weren't as appealing as they had been.
I reached up and pulled out the pins that were holding up my honey blonde hair, sighing with relief as the waves tumbled down over my shoulders. Despite the air-conditioning in this gorgeous house, I was still overly warm, but even that couldn't make me put my hair back up.
“Kyndall, sweetheart.”
I forced a smile as my mom came over. My maudlin mood didn't need to be shared, especially today. “Are Dalton and Juliette going to the hospital before they leave for their honeymoon?”
The edges of her mouth tightened. “They're going to wait until after the baby's born before they leave. I suppose when you're taking a private plane, you can afford things like that.”
I kept my expression blank. My parents were good, hard-working people, and they really did like Juliette, but the fact that she had a lot more money than Dalton had never really sat well with them. Part of it, I knew, was their slightly archaic view of marriage roles, but more of it was their general distrust of anyone who was rich enough to live well-off in a place like LA.
“Dalton said the use of the plane was a wedding gift from Hanna and Cross, not a plane Juliette owned.”
Mom sniffed, her expression clearly sayin
g what she thought of the fact that Juliette was sister-in-law to someone wealthy enough to loan out a plane. My family had never been poor, but at the very most, we could've been considered upper middle class.
“We're going to take Anthony back to the hotel tonight,” she continued. “Raymond and Caroline are heading to the hospital to wait for the baby.”
I hoped she wasn't trying to hint that I volunteer to watch him. I loved my nephew, and I was hoping to spend some time with him soon, but not tonight. I'd drunk a little too much champagne to be comfortable with a baby...or with one of my parents sharing my room so the other could stay with the little guy in their room.
I gestured toward Lia, who was holding her three-year-old daughter. Torrence had Quinten, the one-year-old, and was trying to help their oldest, Mara, corral the twins. It appeared to be quite the task.
“Are they heading back?”
“Torrence wants to get on the road early tomorrow,” Mom said. “Your dad and I are planning on staying until Raymond and Caroline can take over watching Anthony. Are you going to ride back with Lia and Torrence, or your father and I?”
Ride back.
Right.
Because I'd flown here from Cambridge, I clearly would need to ride with someone to go home. Except I didn't think I wanted to go.
“I'm not sure.” I pretended I was interested in the caterers who were starting to clean up. “I think I'll stick around here for a bit, let Dalton know that I'll make sure things are all locked up after everyone leaves, so no one else has to stay behind.”
The look on Mom's face said she was about to give me one of her patented very good reasons why she didn't think I should make that particular decision. And she didn't disappoint.
“Honey, this isn't his house. I'm not sure it'd be a good idea for him to let you stay here. The caterers are more than trustworthy. They work for Juliette, after all.”
I tried not to hear what it sounded like she wasn't saying. That Dalton would sooner trust employees rather than his own sister to make sure that his friend and sister-in-law's house was locked up tight.
“I'll still offer,” I said. “I can get a taxi back to the hotel whenever I'm ready.”
I bit my tongue to keep from adding that I'd been living on my own for six years. Okay, so the first two had been in dorms, but by the time I turned eighteen, I'd gotten my own apartment.
“All right,” she said. “But don't be too late, sweetie.”
I smiled without giving a response. It wouldn't do any good. Most kids who were the youngest in a family were looked at as the baby, but I'd never really gotten that impression from my parents. It'd always felt more like they knew how old I was, but didn't believe I could be responsible enough to do much of anything important.
Fortunately, I didn't have to fake it with Mom any longer because Dalton and Juliette were coming toward us.
I spoke up before my mother could say anything, “Hey, I was just telling Mom that I can stay around here, make sure things get locked up after the caterers are done.”
My brother's eyes narrowed a bit as he looked at me, trying to figure out what I was up to. I didn't have to pretend much because I didn't know what the hell I was up to either. I just knew that I didn't want to go back to the hotel at six o'clock in the evening and spend the rest of the night doing the same thing I'd been doing for the past three days.
Pretending to be okay with the fact that everyone in my family acted like I'd been goofing off my whole life and now I needed to settle down and get serious. Well, not so much Dalton, but it wasn't like he'd defend me either. He had enough going on in his life.
“That would be great, Kyndall.” Juliette gave me a wide smile, making me think again how lucky my brother was to have turned a one-night stand with a gorgeous woman like Juliette into a family.
I liked Juliette. I really did. But I couldn't deny that it pissed me off that both of my siblings had made unwise decisions with some life-changing consequences, but I was the one who needed to be watched.
“Let me get you the keys.” Juliette looped her arm through mine and pulled me away from my family. “Dalton said you've been finishing up an internship of some kind since graduation.”
I nodded. “More or less.”
She gave me a sideways look, those unique light violet eyes gleaming. “I'm getting the impression that an internship for school might not be exactly what kept you in Cambridge.”
I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to speculate. I didn't know her well enough to know where this conversation was going, so I chose to play my cards close to my chest until I did.
“Do you have a boyfriend back there that you don't want your family to know about?”
I laughed at that. “Not even close.”
“Girlfriend?” She grinned at me.
I grinned back. “Now, it wouldn't be fair of me to try to steal my brother's wife right after their wedding.”
She laughed, and if the past three days hadn't been enough for me to see why Dalton had fallen in love with her, that laugh would've done it. I was glad for them both. The age gap had kept my brother and me from being as close as we could have, but I loved him and wanted him to be happy. Juliette made him happy. From what I'd heard, it wasn’t easy for the two of them to get together, but it was clear they were perfect for each other. I looked forward to getting to know her better.
“Dalton tells me you have a doctorate from MIT.”
I liked the fact that she hadn't pushed things, that she'd let me blow it off with a joke. “I do.”
“He also said you're a genius.”
I nodded as she picked up a set of keys from her purse and handed them over to me. “Don't worry, I let Dalton think he's smarter than me most of the time. Wouldn't want to give him a complex.”
“Oh, no, we wouldn't want that.” Juliette slipped off her shoes, then turned to look at me, her expression more serious. “Are you planning on going back home to your parents or back to Massachusetts?”
I shrugged. “I haven't decided yet.”
“You should stay here,” Juliette said. She handed me a second key. “That's to Dalton and my place. You're welcome to stay there if you'd prefer it to a hotel. If you decide not to, just leave the key here when you lock up.”
My confusion must've shown on my face because she reached out and squeezed my hand.
“I know what it's like to need to get away from family and make your own way. We can love them, and know they love us, but still need some distance.”
She got it, I realized. She understood in a way that other people didn't. A way that Dalton couldn't understand. As I thanked her and headed back downstairs, I thought about what she said...and I continued to think about it as I hung in the background and watched everyone finish things up. By the time the caterers were gone, I'd drank enough additional champagne to take the edge off of things and to make Juliette's idea sound appealing enough for me to decide to stay at least a couple days to see how things felt.
As I locked up, I decided to go back to the hotel for tonight, then head to their place after I told my parents I was staying for a while. I was so caught up in my plan that I didn't see anyone standing in front of the house until I ran straight into a wall of solid muscle.
Dark-haired, blue-eyed, ruggedly handsome muscle.
Well, damn.
Chapter Two
Dean
I couldn't decide if I'd come home or left home, but I definitely liked the weather in California better than that of London. There were many fine points that the city of my birth had to offer, but an abundance of sunshine wasn't one of them. I'd stopped in England on my way back to LA from my business trip to Madrid, talked to a couple friends of mine, but I hadn't felt an overwhelming urge to stay there for long. I had friends here, too, after all, and I was closer to them than most of the people I knew in London.
I looked down at the gift I'd picked out and frowned. Up until a year ago, I had a personal assistant who usually took care
of things like gifts and wrapping and shit like that. I hadn't minded doing my own shopping for Christmas last year or buying my parents their anniversary and birthday gifts. They were actually pretty easy to buy for. I just hadn't thought about what I'd do if there came a time when I didn't know what to buy.
And then my friends, Cross and Hanna Phillips, had announced they were having a baby. Cross was rich enough that they didn't need anything, and they hadn't asked for gifts, but I wanted to get them something for the baby.
Except what the hell did I know about babies?
Not only was I an only child, but my parents had been a lot older when they had me, so I'd lost my grandparents young, and the last of my uncles had passed two years back. Since I'd been raised in London, then gone to Oxford, I'd never gotten to know any of my much older cousins. Basically, the only kid I'd spent much time around at all was Dalton and Juliette's son, Anthony.
So I found myself standing in a baby boutique during a layover – who the hell thought of something so daft anyway – trying to figure out what a nice gift would be, and I realized that for the first time in my life, I was in over my head. Fortunately, a pleasant looking sales person had come up at that point and helped me. She also wrapped it up for me when she saw how completely clueless I'd been.
So, now, back in LA, I was on my way to drop the gift off at Cross and Hanna's. The last I heard, she was supposed to go to the hospital tomorrow to be induced, but it was still early enough that I could stop by with my gift without disturbing them both.
A sudden gust of hot summer wind caught the ribbon on the package, and I looked down as I tucked the box more tightly under my arm. Before I'd gone two more steps, I collided with something soft...and short.
Someone. Not something.
I looked down, ready to apologize, and found myself staring into a pair of the deepest midnight blue eyes I'd ever seen. Honey-colored waves hung a couple inches past her shoulders. Her features were breath-taking. Full lips I immediately wanted to taste. Then my gaze dropped, and I saw curves that made me instantly and painfully hard.
