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Synopsis

Ever since he'd first been seduced and dominated by the enigmatic and powerful Alastair Waters, Mike knew that he was playing a dangerous game. After all, Alastair always got what he wanted--and he wanted everything. But when another alpha billionaire arrived at Waters Industries to threaten Alastair's complete rule, Mike found himself having to decide exactly how far he'd go to prove himself to his insatiable boss.

"Conquered by the Billionaire" is the scorching 8000-word conclusion to the Billionaire's Bodyguard series. It features gay BDSM sex, gay anal sex, public sex, bondage, flogging, whipping, a bodyguard forced to prove his loyalty to the utmost, and a powerful alpha male of a gay billionaire who demands complete submission in body and spirit!

Excerpt:

It was twenty minutes before the next day’s meeting with Flavian that Alastair pinned Mike against the desk and kissed him. It was a hard kiss, almost brutal: a kiss not of affection or even lust but of possession. Alastair’s tongue invaded his mouth, his lips bruising in their intensity, his teeth sharp. Mike could feel the edge of the desk hard against the back of his thighs, Alastair’s presence was so forceful.

“Sir,” Mike said, when he finally had a moment to breathe. “The meeting—”

“Is not for another twenty minutes,” Alastair said, unruffled, against his jaw. His teeth sank in, hard, and then he kissed the red mark that Mike knew he must have left. “And I want you now.” He trailed his cool fingertips down the nape of Mike’s neck. “Do you deny me?”

Mike shuddered. The possibility of taking too long, of the entourage walking in while he was still in flagrante, was humiliating. (Humiliating and, some traitorous deep part of him said, arousing too.) But the idea of defying Alastair was much worse.

And in some way, the idea of Flavian Draco signing his deal with Alastair Waters on the same desk was intoxicating.

“No,” he said, curling his fingers around the edge of the desk for stability. “No, sir.”

“You want it,” Alastair murmured, leaning in to trail his lips over Mike’s jaw and down his throat. His fingers worked, opening Mike’s tie and unbuttoning his top button.

Mike gave a strangled moan.

“Say it,” Alastair demanded, his mouth sinking lower along Mike’s neck and to his shoulder.

“I want it,” Mike said, his voice low and hoarse. “I want it, here and now.”

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