The Billionaire Boys Club is a secret society of six men who have vowed success—at any cost. Not all of them are old money, but all of them are incredibly wealthy. They’re just not always as successful when it comes to love…
“I absolutely loved the characters and thought Kylie was perfect for Cade. I am so glad he finally got his Happily Ever After!” ~ Cocktails and Books
The New York Times bestselling author of The Wrong Billionaire’s Bed delivers a delicious new novel about a secret society of six men who are incredibly wealthy—but not always so successful when it comes to love…
Kylie may be a makeup artist to the stars, but she knows what it feels like to be overshadowed. Especially by her famous boss, the pop star Daphne. That’s why she’s stunned—and delighted—when one night at a party, she attracts the attention of a gorgeous stranger. But when Daphne decides she wants the handsome billionaire for herself, Cade Archer is suddenly off-limits for Kylie…
Cade has known Daphne for years, and always wondered if she might be the right woman for him—even though she never gave him the time of day. But one sizzling night with Kylie has changed everything. So why is she suddenly avoiding him? Fortunately Cade is determined to get what he wants, and he’ll do anything to show Kylie she can get everything she wants too…
And when her mouth parted from his, a small, dreamy sigh escaped her.
“Want to go inside?” Cade murmured, and cupped her face with his long fingers.
“The question wasn’t whether or not you should, but if you wanted to,” he said, and one of his fingers traced her full lips again.
She took that fingertip between her teeth and licked the tip. “More than anything.”
“Then let’s not overthink it. Let’s just feel for a night.”
That sounded kind of wonderful. She nodded and he gave her another quick kiss, then took her by the hand and led her back into the hotel room. He flicked off lights as he went, leading her through the maze of rooms.
And then they were in the opulent bedroom. The walls were a soft warm wood, the drapes a pale cream color. The bed was a sumptuous king with a quilted white headboard and dozens of pillows tossed onto it. It looked like something out of a dream. “This is like no hotel room I’ve ever stayed in before.”
“It’s nice, isn’t it? You should see the bathroom.”
He gestured at a door off of the bedroom. “Be my guest.”
She wandered in and gasped at the sight. It was beyond luxury—a rain shower, a sunken, jetted tub, thick, plush carpets—it had everything. She peeked at a door off to one side and laughed to see exercise equipment. “My goodness. This place is bigger than my last apartment.”
“Mmm. Then I’m glad you’re here to enjoy it.”
He pulled her against him, pressing her back against his front. His arms went around her waist and he nuzzled at her neck, brushing her hair aside and kissing her nape.
Kylie shivered. Her instinct was to draw Cade’s hands away from her waist so he wouldn’t figure out how fat she was—but that was stupid, of course. He knew just how big she was. She wasn’t a slim girl. Her breasts were big, her hips were big, and there was no hiding that. So she forced herself to relax in his arms. If he hated the way she looked, well, she’d never see him again, would she?
So she turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a long, scorching kiss. Her tongue played against his, then flicked against his lips. “I’ve seen enough in here. I think we should go back to the bedroom.”
Cade groaned and gripped her ass in his hands. “I couldn’t agree more.” But he didn’t stop kissing her. Instead, he walked backward in small, slow steps, heading back toward the bedroom. And she giggled against his mouth, still kissing him in return.
Mouths locked the entire time, they staggered back to the bedroom. She accidentally stepped on his foot and he winced. “Sorry,” she breathed.
“I can carry you the rest of the way,” he told her between kisses. His blue eyes were heavily lidded with passion and fringed by dark blond lashes, and she couldn’t stop staring at that sultry gaze. He was gorgeous, right down to his sinfully pouty mouth. No man should have a mouth that pretty, Kylie decided. It was just darn wrong.
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Jessica Clare is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author who writes under three different names. As Jill Myles, she writes a little bit of everything, from sexy, comedic urban fantasy to zombie fairy tales. As Jessica Clare, she writes erotic contemporary romance.
She also has a third pen name (because why stop at two?). As Jessica Sims, she writes fun, sexy shifter paranormals. She lives in Texas with her husband, cats, and too many dust-bunnies. Jill spends her time writing, reading, writing, playing video games, and doing even more writing.