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Money Can't Buy Love

Money Can't Buy Love

Ali Parker

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Sometimes love demands a second chance, but it will never be bought, no matter the amount. Michael Carrington promised himself after losing his wife that he was done with love. No more investing in anything he wasn't capable of walking away. Sex and high-dollar business deals would become the center of his world. Throw in a touch of danger, and he has all he needs outside of a new assistant. Rainey Foster has finally graduated college, and as a struggling single mom, she just needs someone to give her a chance. She's willing to go all in with the right employer, as long as the buck stops there. He can have her time, her commitment and her attention, but no one will ever have her heart again. She thinks she has things figured out until she comes face to face with the illustrious Michael Carrington. Powerful. Confident. Sexy as all get out.

Chapter 1 King of New York City

Michael

"So good," the pretty blond I had bent over my hotel bed moaned as she gripped the sheets, taking me like a champ.

"Yeah. You are." I ran my hand up her back, pressing my fingers into her skin as she arched and cried out. I'd hit the spot deep inside of her I'd been after for the last thirty minutes. She was exquisite, and where I wished she was the ballsy red head I'd met in Bar Harbor a few months back, she wasn't.

Lisa was soon to be a faint memory, though I hated to see her go. I'd almost given up my bachelorhood for the pretty girl, but she wanted a younger man. Good for her. The blond beneath me was more than happy to let me take the reins, not that she had much of a choice.

I rolled my hips and drove the full length of my cock deep inside of her as she whimpered and pressed back, hungry for anything I would give her.

"Michael. Don't stop." She lifted up a little and tucked her hips in, tugging on my erection tightly with her sweet body.

"I won't. Just come for me." I bent over the top of her and pressed my teeth into the back of her shoulder as she came, trashing beneath me. She sounded like every other woman I'd been with over the last few years, and yet there was something so beautiful about watching each of them lose themselves in pleasure.

Pleasure. It was almost a four-letter word in my world, and one I indulged in a little too often, but life was short. That was a lesson I knew all too well. I forced away thoughts of my late wife and doubled my efforts, wanting to hear Sandy... or was it Sarah, come again. Whoever she was, I wanted to hear her blow one more time.

"Fuck," she cried out and bucked against me, riding me in a way that had me wanting to give her my number instead of walking out and never looking back.

"Let yourself go." I stood up and ran my fingers up the sides of her spine, pressing in hard until I reached her hair. With a handful of her blond silkiness, I rammed into her until the world exploded and all that was left was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Why anyone would choose liquor or drugs to disappear from life was beyond me. Fucking was legal, free in most cases and so much better than the alternatives.

It was, for sure, my drug of choice.

****

Michael

I crossed the border into New York State a little while later and my foot instinctively pressed harder on the gas pedal. "I love this city."

And it loved me too.

I smiled and gripped the smooth steering wheel of the Maserati, quickly switching over to the left lane. There was something about being so close to home that made the blood pump faster through my veins. Nothing compared to the hustle and bustle of Manhattan and I could feel its energy from miles away. The slick surface of the road was no match for the luxury car. The tires hugged each curve as if the ground was bone dry. The cars in front of me moved out of the way as if they sensed my urgency to get home.

Lisa and the blond, and every other woman I spent time with in Bar Harbor were in the rearview mirror. I was headed back to my life, back to the throne where I ruled as king.

Overcast clouds hung heavy in the air, and I hoped I'd missed the brunt of the rain. I didn't want traffic to slow down when I was so close. This highway was known for the insufferable rubber-neckers.

I still had a ways to go before I arrived home, which didn't bother me much at all. I forcefully relaxed my shoulders. The trademark tenseness that all New Yorkers experienced had started to creep into my muscles. Normally, I didn't give much notice to the feeling. The relaxation from my mini-vacation fought the tension, wanting to linger in the experience a bit longer.

I wasn't ready to let go of the past few days just yet. Spending Thanksgiving at my summer house in Bar Harbor, Maine signaled the start of the holiday season for me. I'd started the event only two years ago but this year had surpassed the rest.

It gave me a place to be a different guy, allowing another part of my personality to push forward. It was the part of me that Cynthia loved best. The softer side she would say.

I'd sponsored a community event far away from the Manhattan spotlight had been good for my soul. I admired the genuine nature and kindness of the people in Bar Harbor, and I was happy to give back. Meeting my old friend, Drake Demarco's new wife, Sicily had been a bit of a blessing too. The pretty Sicilian baker had helped with the event, allowing me a chance to get to know her a little better. The fact that she was Lisa's best friend should have caused awkwardness, but Lisa and I had been short lived. I wanted a relationship, surprising myself, and she wanted freedom, or so she said. Funny how freedom came in the body of a twenty-something year old man. It was a loss on my part, but one I'd eventually be thankful for. I didn't need commitment, though a part of me yearned for it. I forced my thoughts back to the warmth I felt when I gave back, like I had recently in Bar Harbor. It was feeling I enjoyed. Maybe a little too much. I knew that same feeling would continue when I started planning the charity Christmas event that Cynthia had started years ago.

I winced, as I did every time Cynthia crept into my thoughts. It happened a lot lately, and I knew it would as the upcoming holiday season always reminded me of her. It was her favorite time of year, and she made each year even more special than the last. It was the one time of year she didn't comment on how much I worked since she was equally busy with shopping and decorating our apartment.

At least until the cancer diagnosis. She'd started the Christmas charity for kids with cancer two years before she started treatment. And even though it was something that reminded me of her every year, I had to keep her legacy going. It was something I'd keep going for as long as I possibly could. My backing the event gave hope to these families.

A ringing sound through the speakers in the car broke through my thoughts. I pressed the button on the steering wheel after reading the caller ID on the dashboard.

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Chapter 1 King of New York City

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Chapter 2 Who's Calling

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Chapter 3 Trim The Tree

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Chapter 4 Down on Her Luck

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Chapter 5 Morning Prep

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Chapter 6 Connections

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Chapter 7 Running Late

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Chapter 8 What Does He Want

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Chapter 9 Late Start

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Chapter 10 A Lucky Break

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Chapter 11 Eyes on the Prize

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Chapter 12 An Unfortunate Accident

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Chapter 13 Seeing Her Again

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Chapter 14 The Interview

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Chapter 15 A Bit Off

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Chapter 16 Unexpected Phone Call

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Chapter 17 Business at the Green

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Chapter 18 Lunch With Her

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Chapter 19 Assumptions

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Chapter 20 At The Club

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Chapter 21 She's Here

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Chapter 22 Family Ties

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Chapter 23 Now Who Is Late

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Chapter 24 We're Leaving

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Chapter 25 Jealous Much

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Chapter 26 Charity

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Chapter 27 At The Hospital

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Chapter 28 The Usual

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Chapter 29 Dinner Together

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Chapter 30 What We Could Do in the Bedroom

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Chapter 31 Priorities

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Chapter 32 Involved with the Mob

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Chapter 33 Distractions

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Chapter 34 You're Going with Me

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Chapter 35 Watering The Plants

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Chapter 36 Private Jet

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Chapter 37 In Colorado

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Chapter 38 Tasting Her

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Chapter 39 Kissing Him

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Chapter 40 Touching Me

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