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I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

Ah Dear readers, here I am with my - I have lost count of the amount of times I've tried writing an erotica but here we are with a Billionaire romance/erotica book. Don't skip this intro! Yeah because I have news for y'all. So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties?

He shouted, Is he fucking kidding me, I admit he's hot, but what the hell does that have to do the job? It's always the rich folks thinking ahead of themselves. “Mr. Knight, that is your name right, good. I don’t know what world you live in that you think every woman wants to get in your pants, but I Reyda don’t. Secondly, a young nurse wins the heart of her billionaire boss and lives a life of luxury. What types of books do you read, get a life.

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He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

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He was a gentleman on the outside, but dangerous and ruthless underneath that expensive suit he loved to wear. And he had connections to the mafia, for Pete’s sake. I didn’t need that kind of trouble in my life. But those steel-like eyes! That mouth! That body! The chemistry I felt in that very moment when I had met him has never been replicated. It was barely a fleeting moment in his book. In mine, it was a life changing event in a mere second.

Everything about this place screamed familiar. I’d forgotten, somehow, that he was a millionaire — but the house didn’t let me. Every corner whispered wealth — the polished marble floors gleaming under soft gold light, the faint hum of a distant piano somewhere upstairs. I was led to what seemed to be his study. The maid opened the door for me and left. He was sitting lazily in his chair with a bored expression on his face. He wasn’t wearing the sharp suits I’d grown used to seeing him in — just a dark sweater and rolled-up sleeves. The sight was disarming in its simplicity.