The ultimate pleasure lies in sweet surrender . . .
Brash. Brilliant. Devastatingly handsome. Billionaire playboy Rafe Contini can have any woman he wants-no strings, no commitments, no promises. But when American graduate student Nicole Parrish crashes his private party in Monte Carlo, he wants more than a casual one-night stand. He wants to possess this beautiful stranger-body, mind, and soul.
Nicole isn’t interested in being possessed by any man-especially one as powerful as Rafe. But with a seductive smile and enigmatic charm, he lures her into his private world of erotic discovery and pushes her to the brink of ecstasy. In the summer days-and nights-that follow, they explore every forbidden fantasy, every willful desire, every wild, dizzying sensation. And come dangerously close to crossing the line-between love and lust, pleasure and pain, power and possession…
“Where are you staying?”
“At my uncle’s apartment.”
“Come to my place.” He folded his hands on the table, leaned forward a little,
his gaze focused, her appeal powerful as a riptide, ignoring the fact that what he was
about to say was messing with his head. “I’ll kick out everyone else.”
“Everyone else? Meaning?” She didn’t lack confidence, and he was notorious
for his casual sexual encounters.
For some reason he didn’t mind her impertinence. “Only male friends. I never
allow women to stay with me.” He smiled. “Until now. So how about it?”
“Sure, I’d like that.” And suddenly the summer takes an interesting turn. So far
the boys of summer had been only mildly interesting. “But not for long.” She
wrinkled her nose. “I have to go back to school in a couple of weeks.”
Rafe suddenly went still; her little nose twitch reminded him of a child. “Just
for the record,” he murmured, “how old are you?” People graduated college at any
age; he had at nineteen.
“Worried?” Nicole flashed him a grin. “How much does it matter?”
He scowled. “It matters.”
“Or you’re gone.”
“Now neither of us wants that,” she said, amusement in the blue of her eyes.
He didn’t move a muscle, even his breathing quieted. “Don’t,” he said, very
softly. “No games.”
Nicole’s voice was lush with provocation. “Really? I’ve heard you like games.”
“You heard wrong.” He held her gaze for a moment, then sighed. “Tell me
your age or get the fuck out.” Hand of fate or not, he didn’t do stupid.
“Twenty-two.” Her brows rose in perfect arcs.
“So, are we seeing blue skies and rainbows once again?” Honeyed sarcasm
dripped from each word. “Or do I find someone else at this party to entertain me?”
Rafe’s smile slowly unfurled and his eyes took on a predatory glow. “You
could try, I suppose. But you wouldn’t get out the door.”
“Oh dear, oh my, I do declare,” she lamented in playful parody. “Am I your
“You are.” Smoothly rising from his chair, he strode toward the door. “Now
I’m going to lock the door, then fuck you till morning.”
“And then what?”
Whoa. The unmistakable note of demand in her voice brought him to a stop.
He turned. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
She met his insolent gaze and smiled. “I said—and then what?… As in
Audacious or foolhardy? Fascinating certainly. He winked. “Afterward, you
can tell me your name. How’s that?”
She winked back. “I’ll think about it.”
He went very still. “Is this a contest?”
“I hope not,” she murmured, gazing at him from under her long, dark lashes.
“I hope I get what I want.”
“Do you need a list?”
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Unsure whether it was anger or lust
igniting his senses, his voice took on a raspy edge and his golden gaze turned cold.
“I can’t answer that definitively, but right now it looks like your dick knows
what it’s doing,” she noted, with a languid lift of her hand.
He looked at her for a moment. A woman had never taunted him before and
he wanted to pick her up and shove his dick so far up her pussy he’d need a road
map to get out.
“Don’t,” she said, very, very softly. “This could be really good… mind-blowing
in fact. You have to know that.”
“Fuck you,” he whispered, shifting his stance enough to ease the pressure on
“Anytime… Just not that way, okay?”
He dragged in a ragged breath. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
She held his gaze, unflinching. “Nor you me.”
A smile slowly overcame his discontent as he held her contentious stare.
“Why don’t we see?” he said very gently. “You might like it after all.” Then he
reached back, turned the key in the lock, slid it into his pocket, and moved toward her.”
C.C. Gibbs is the pen name of New York Timesbestselling author Susan Johnson. She divides her time between the Midwest and Northern California, and considers the life of a writer the best of all possible worlds. Bringing characters to life allows her imagination full rein and researching books is great fun!