C.D. Gorri

These wild billionaire playboys are used to getting their way…

There isn’t much money can’t buy, especially when it comes to pleasure. But can these curvy women tame these billionaire beasts and win their love? Or will their souls be sucked into oblivion by the wanton bliss their bodies crave more and more with every surrender?

Each of our heroes wears a mask on the outside to face the world, but his disguise comes off when he runs into the one female who makes his blood run hot. Need and possessive passion abound in these books, but our heroes know only one way to control their desires.

Will they f*ck the feeling they see as weakness out of their systems, or will their needs only grow more wild with every touch, kiss, and plunge into ecstasy with the object of his affections?

Wild Billionaire Romance

Admitting I was in love with my wife was the single most liberating act I’d ever committed.


Having her push me down onto the floor, crushing her lips to mine, admitting without words how she felt about me was the second.


She wanted me. My gorgeous wife wanted me. It wasn’t a declaration of love, but it would be enough for now.


I’d never tried to make someone fall in love with me. Sure, women had claimed to have intense feelings for me over the years, and who knew, maybe they did. But none of them were her.


She was the only woman whose feelings I cared about. I wanted them. I craved them. I’d fucking have them. No matter what I had to do to earn her heart.


Destiny moaned, rocking her hips against mine, and it was all I could take. I reversed our positions, straddling her thighs as I pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra.


“You’ve got the most beautiful fucking tits,” I moaned, cupping them in both hands and kneading her soft flesh.


Chapter THIRTY-SEVEN