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

Being in close proximity to Meredith was wreaking havoc with my entire being.


And I hadn’t been chaste over the last fifteen fucking years.


But desire coursed through me like molten lava, melting my reserve and hardening my cock.


Fuck, I hadn’t felt that goddamn hard in years. If I didn’t calm down, I was likely to bust the seam of my too tight pants.


I craved this woman like I craved no other. Hungered for her even when she looked at me like she hated me.


That was okay. I could deal with her hatred. It would have been so much worse if she’d been indifferent.


Too damn good in her sedate dress with her hair wildfire pulled back from her face.


The dress was a little too big on her, bagging around her waist and arms where it should have been taken in by the dressmaker or seamstress. Her purse was scuffed, and her shoes were a different shade of gray.


Chapter THREE