by Kylie Parker
Shattered Billionaire: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Books 1-10)
Kylie Parker
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
When Love Bites: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 6
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
BONUS SNEAK PEEK: Chasing Bad Boys Book 8
1. Sarah
2. Robbie
3. Sarah
4. Robbie
5. Sarah
6. Robbie
7. Sarah
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9. Robbie
10. Sarah
11. David
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1
This is my life, and it’s a good one. It’s a simple life. Well, simple for a business man, I suppose. My name is James Mont, and I consider myself to be an exceptional human being. I don’t necessarily mean that I am a crazy nice guy or anything like that; I just mean I’m exceptional. You can call it vanity if you want, but I know it’s true. Although I believe there is a fine line between vanity and just having greatness.
You can call it narcissism if you really want to, but for me, I just know I’m that man women want and that man that other men want to be. This is true for a number of reasons. One, I am a multi-billionaire who really does not do much to maintain that status. My business was inherited, and in the past year alone I have tripled our annual income. I live extravagantly, and sometimes I live lazily because I can. I own a dietary supplement line, and they sell like hot cakes; we cater to both men and women athletes. Second reason, I am fit. As the CEO of a large corporation that promotes healthy living, I have to stay fit. Honestly, I do more work out in gyms than I do working in the office, but it's okay because I love working out. I am fine looking, and I know it. Rich, fit, confident –who wouldn’t want to be me? And throw all those things together and you get the third reason why I am one to be envied: women love me. Even this bitch: Éclair Beauchene, and yes, that’s French.
Éclair is my business rival, owning the second largest dietary supplement line in the nation right behind me. While she’s definitely got me beat on a world-wide scale, I have the numbers within the states where my fellow American’s eat up stupid stuff like steroids and vitamins. My business, I like to remind her, has much greater successes. Despite being my rival, Éclair is my favorite little Fuck Buddy, and she is more than happy to be so despite our differences in the business world. Looking back, I’m not really sure how that happened. There was always a sexual tension between us whenever we would try to strike a deal: we were always buying up each other’s old factories or trying to trade and b
uy ingredients to various products, and we had always wound up in heated discussions that often involved shouting matches. One evening in her office we really had gotten into it, and then all of a sudden we weren’t yelling anymore and had started making out.
There is no denying that Éclair and I have an unusual relationship. It’s just for the sex, and we are both pleased to keep it that way. We’re both athletes and CEO’s –an unusual combination, but it works for both of us. Our relationship, apart from the physical aspect, is one of intellect –quite different from most of the women I run with. Right now we are in my flat in LA, the bedroom, of course, because where else would we be?
It had been Éclair’s idea to put a mirror on my ceiling; she had been joking, of course, but it is turning out to be one of the best things I’ve done for myself in a considerable amount of time. We’re on top of the blankets, and I’m lying on my back as she straddles me. I’m not sure whether to look at her breasts or stare up at the mirror on the ceiling at her backside. I find my eyes jumping back and forth between the two. She is the kind of woman who likes to be in control, but every once in a while she surprises me. “Veux-tu esayer l’amour en levrette?” she asks in the middle of a pant, and I have no idea what she is saying. She knows I love the French thing.
“Oui,” I say, and she hurries off of me and proceeds to prop herself up on her hands and knees. “Oh! Oui!” I say and get on my knees behind her and press myself into her vagina.
“Oui! Plus vite!” she shouts, and I speed up as I wrap my arms around her front side to pull myself further into her with each thrust. “James!” she shrieks. I hold her around her waist with one hand and play with her breasts with the other. She drops down further, lifting her backside up higher towards me with her forearms on the bed.
We both enjoy pushing our bodies to the breaking point. It’s the athletes in us that makes this all the more fun. She moves with me, and I swear she is going to break my pelvis from the fierce movements. She stretches out her arms and lifts one of her legs, and in one swift movement, she flips over with me still inside her –creating a tingling sensation I have not felt before. The human body is not meant to move like that, but she manages. I’m on top of her nose, staring down at her. A part of me wonders if she is staring at my bare ass in the mirror above us the way I had been doing with her. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, forcing me down on top of her.
She is so wet we might as well be doing this in the hot tub –which we have done before, but this is just as sexy. I press my mouth against her, stifling both of our groans. She is in a kinkier mood than usual; she wants it bad. It like we’re still fighting even when we’re having sex; the intense aggression makes me think she is pissed off about something and is taking it out on my body. Not that I mind. I like it when Éclair gets feisty. She puts her tongue in my mouth; I swear, it’s like she’s trying to choke me with it. Something is definitely up with her tonight.
Our lips part, and I am able to raise my head up just enough to see her face. Her eyes are shut tight, and she is gritting her teeth. Her long, blonde hair is spread out in all directions. Her adorable button nose that I often make fun of (but secretly find attractive), is scrunched up. I can see her abs flex with each of my movements as she experiences a long-winded orgasm. I lean down and bite her neck –harder than I intended, but I know she loves it when she’s in one of these wild moods. I move up her neck towards her ear, and I whisper with a warm breath that makes her shutter, “Come on, Éclair, let me hear you…” I know she is holding back a scream; she does not like to give me a big head, but I can see it in her face as her cheeks turn red from holding her breath.
“Oh God!” her cry is loud and high pitched, and it only turns me even more. “Oh God! Oh God!” she’s really going now. Her screams grow louder as do her groans. “James! Oh, God, James!” Her body twitches as though she had just been electrocuted and shock waves are rushing through her veins. She opens her eyes for just a second, and I can see those weird as hell purple eyes of hers. She has something called Alexandra Genesis –it’s some freaky genetic thing that makes her eyes that awesome shade, and it also prevents her from growing any hair downstairs. I’m not complaining; I prefer a clean shaved woman. I love those purple eyes, though. She’s still groaning; she shuts her eyes again and bites her bottom lip.
I explode inside of her which normally gets her pretty pissed off, but she’s so damn horny today I don’t think she minds. To prevent her from giving me hell about it, I help her keep her erotic high by stimulating her with my still hard cock and, once the big guy starts to calm down; I continue rubbing her with my fingers until she seems almost dead from the intense pleasure. She falls asleep which is against the rules –our unusual set of rules we have to keep things from getting too serious. I don’t mind, though. I throw a sheet over us both, and she, in a sleepy daze, lays her head on my chest.
2
I slowly blink my eyes open. That was one hell of a night. Nights with Éclair are always crazy like that, though, although last night had certainly been exceptional. I roll over, my eyes squinted as I search for her amongst she sheets. She’s not in bed, and I frown. I had thought I would actually wake up next to her for once, but clearly I was wrong. She probably left in the middle of the night. I am still wearing a dissatisfied frown as I sit up slowly. “Don’t look so disappointed.” I hear Éclair’s voice as she enters my bedroom. She’s wearing my white button up, and I don’t think she’s wearing much else. She is a damn tease sometimes.
She has two cups of coffee, “I hope you don’t mind, but I helped myself to your kitchen this morning.” She hands me a cup.
“Thanks,” I say and take a sip. I grimace slightly; it’s that nasty coffee I keep in my apartment for her that I only pretend to enjoy. I place the coffee cup down on my nightstand, and she does the same with hers. She sits down on the side of my bed and props a leg up, and I see that she definitely is not wearing any underwear. I cannot help myself.
I reach towards her to touch her inner thigh, but she puts her leg down and waves a finger in my face. “Not now, James.”
She really is a tease. “Awe, sweetheart, you are playing with me.” I say, “And you and I both know you’d be more than happy to have at it again.”
Éclair laughs at me. “You wish.”
I reach for her quicker this time, and I manage to grab her shoulders and playfully force her down on her back as I scurry out from under the blankets. I get on top of her, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. My cock is rested on her stomach. “You certainly sounded like you were having fun last night,” I say and lean down to kiss her neck.
“Darling, I have business to attend to.” She says and touches my chest with the tips of her fingers. “As do you, I am sure.”
“It can wait,” I say and rush to unbutton the top she threw on. No bra either. Fantastic. I cup one of her breasts in my hand and play with her nipple with my tongue.
“I want to talk to you about my business offer.” She says, and my erection disappears faster than if she had told me to visualize my own grandmother.
“Ugh.” I grumble and roll off of her, “Why do you always do that?” I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling.
She laughs and sits up, my white button up still draped on her shoulders. “Your company is only doing well in the states. It’s not worth as much as you think. I am willing to purchase it for-”
“No.” I snap. “I told you, I’m not selling. And we’re doing just fine, thanks. Our sales have you beat in the states anyways.”
“You’re thinking too small.” Éclair says and then suddenly throws herself on top of me, “How much? You tell me what you would sell it for.”
“It’s not for sale.” I say again, “And we’re done here. Get off me.”
Éclair huffs and jumps off of me. She stands, “I’m not so easily ignored, James. You know this, don’t you?”
