One Night Stand With Billionaire

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eep and wakefulness, her body deliciously sore in places she hadn

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off shattered champagne glasses and the shredded remains of her sapphire-blue dress. The silk scraps lay scattered ac

of his face softened in slumber. Dark lashes fanned against his cheekbones, and his lips-those sinful, demanding lips-were slightly parted

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ed. She spotted her lace thong dangling from a lampshad

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to her chest. He'd propped himself up on one elbow, the sheet now pooling dangerously low on his hips. His gaze

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you went to the bathroom last night." He said it so casu

d at him. "Y

ing the muscles in his shoulder

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arkened as they trailed over her again. "And

d-his mouth between her thighs, his hands pinning her wrists to the headb

nt-his dress shirt-and yanked

usly naked. Arianna forced her gaze upward, but that was wor

st the wall. "You didn't seem to thi

s chest, but he didn't budge. "

until his breath ghosted over her lips. "Have mind-blowing

per flared. "

left on her neck, making her shiver. "You're not th

ave. She ducked under his arm, putting

scattered belongings. "You're w

ss.

one on the nightstand. "My che

g with one lone heel. The other was MIA-probably lost in the frenzy of last night,

phone buzzed. His expression h

d abruptly. "I'll have my

the sudden shift.

lready striding toward his walk-in closet, pul

odd pang shot through her chest. *Idiot.

ored suit (because apparently billionaires kept spare A

er appeared in the doorw

d. "I can ca

s phone. "It's rush hour. Y

eyes-nodded toward the elevator. "

oulders. "Thank you fo

his expression unreadable.

n her spine-one she ruthles

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u hooked up with

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oto of you leaving his building at d

grainy but unmistakable shot of her in Jace's shirt and last night's s

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he a model? An heiress?-but thankfu

the screen. **Don't te

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or wall. Of course they did. Luxe Affairs planned eve

(who politely pretended not to recognize her) and sp

with two mimosas and a shit-eati

w. But no amount of water could wash away the memory of Jace's hands on her body

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on his phone. He should've anticipated this. Sho

oat. "The board is waiting, s

d the phone aside. "Damage control. Make

r?" She hesitated. "Your

ourse he had. Richard Hud

h a call from *Dad*. He dismissed

without preamble. "We have a $2 billion deal hanging

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tousled hair, her long legs, the defiant set of her shoulders

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blue earring, tang

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