Timcarvie

"Kinky, Luke."

"Necessary, babe."

"Why?"

Kissing her on the lips I run my hand down her body and give her a saucy wink and a smirk. "Because I want you to writhe in pleasure. I want you to call my name and no one else's, never again to fuck anyone but me. I want you to think of me every time you get wet, to have myself imprinted in the depths of your mind until you can't live without me, and I want you out of your mind as I fuck you back to reality. I want you, Iris Morris."

*******

Drama and attachments. These were the two things Iris Morris never wanted to occur in her life. 

However, when Lucas Andrews pops up and ruins her interview, both of them unfold in all the wrong ways—like him suddenly filling her small circle of influence. . and her mind!

For Lucas Andrews, getting the Adder magazine to be number one on the bestsellers chart is his top priority, even if it costs him his social and romantic life. 

So when Iris comes as both the perfect magazine editor and the remedy he needs to ward off the girls who keep bugging him, he takes the chance and never lets her go.

But what starts as a way to avoid getting stalked soon turns to lust, and every minute they spend together soon becomes agony because the two begin growing the last thing they thought they would for each other—feelings.

Add a dating deal to the mix and you have the perfect recipe for trouble.

Will the two be able to hold on to themselves and their values, or will their lust win and lead them astray on a path they never imagined they would ever take?

Flip the pages and find out how it will all end.

The billionaire’s sweet editor

DAMN, THE way I missed these soft lips dancing in symphony with mine is tremendous.

I cup Iris' face, hugging her waist and pulling her closer so I can deepen the kiss. She runs her tongue along mine, twisting it in a teasing manner that makes me groan in her mouth.

Something about the way she's touching my face, stroking my beard, and twisting her head with each stroke her tongue takes in my mouth is calling out to me. Like she's apologizing for not answering my messages and asking me for more at the same time.

I can't get enough of her. She's fucking perfect for me, I can feel it in my bones and heart that I'm right. Our bodies ease as the tension from earlier subsides. I lean my head, placing my forehead on hers.

"Was that you apologizing?" I just had the best kiss of my life and yet, I still feel uncertain when Iris pulls her lips away from mine.

"No, that was me telling you I missed you too."

Lucas: Paparazzi