"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me. 
I bit my lip again as my way of permitting him. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my bottom while parting my lips with his tongue. 
I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my rear, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit, through my underwear. 
"You're so wet for me already." He smirked against my lip before biting it lightly. I moaned again at the pleasure his touches and words were bringing me. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose."
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Olive came home one day to find her only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub and has her one-night stand with a stranger. Only it becomes more than just a one-night stand as she runs into him again next weekend while out with Lucas' best friend, Leo. Of course, she wasn't aware of the relationship between Leo and Lucas. Lucas is determined to make her his, but so is Leo. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl? 
Read on to discover how Olive deals with these two new men along with her college studies and family drama. 
Did I forget to mention these guys are rich beyond reason? 
Warning:there are plenty of hot and steamy scenes in this book

Saved By A Dark Billionaire

　　**Song Suggestion: Sweet Child O' Mine by Taken by Trees**


　　"That's the last box," Ian huffed as he placed our last box of cherished memories down on the floor of our new home.


　　Ian and I had been house hunting since we found out we were pregnant again, finally closing on the perfect home of ours last week. The two-story, quaint town home was absolutely perfect. I never needed anything extravagant and neither did Ian. We were going to build a family in this house. Our home will be one full of laughter and love, where everyone will be welcomed.


　　The one-step stage in our backyard is called to be used often for the dancing parties we will be hosting. I am sorry, but you're not a true Hispanic if your parents haven't taken you to a party and kept you out way too late, leaving you to fall asleep in an uncomfortable plastic chair or a small corner of the couch. My children will know this plight, too, because they will be proud Cuban and Italian Americans.


CHAPTER 237