Her Guardian Billionaire (Forbidden First Time Romance)
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Authors: Belle Chastain
HER GUARDIAN BILLIONAIRE
Belle Chastain
OPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2014 by Belle Chastain. Cover and internal design © by Belle Chastain. Cover image copyright © Depositphotos.com/danielkrol85 2014.
All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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OF
C
ONTENTS
About Her Guardian Billionaire
BOUT
H
ER
G
UARDIAN
B
ILLIONAIRE
by Belle Chastain
Bound by law, tied up in lust.
I’ve had more women bound and begging me to take them than I can count. But she’s the only one I can’t forget. The one I shouldn’t want. My ward. My obligation. My forbidden desire. And the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Taking what I want will ruin us both. But I can’t let her go.
He was my guardian for years. Strong, powerful, devastatingly sexy. It’s scandalous and wicked, but I want him. Binding my arms above my head, covering my eyes in black silk, giving me a first time I’ll never forget. Now that I’m twenty-one, I should walk away. But I can’t. I’m already tied to the bed.
WARNING: This is a story of forbidden love and attraction between
a young woman and her legal guardian
. No relations between blood relatives are depicted in this story. All persons in this story are consenting adults over the age of eighteen.
Excerpt:
“I don’t think I know you at all, Anna.”
“I want you to. I want you to know all of me.”
He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged until she crashed into him, chest pressing into his, belly rubbing up against the unmistakable erection inside his pants. Tightening his grip, he ground his hips into hers and she moaned out loud. He wanted her. His hard cock proved it.
“Are you sure?”
“Completely.”
Before she could say another word, something flicked against her leg.
What the—?
Anna glanced down and choked back a gasp.
The riding crop
. James ran it up her inner thigh with his free hand, flicking it against her skin in little bursts, tickling instead of hitting.
A shiver coursed through her body and Anna leaned into him, rubbing against him as she forced herself to breathe.
“So tell me, are you frightened?” He edged it higher, flicking between her legs a little harder every time.
“A bit.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. God, no.” She wanted him to bend her over, rip her panties off and take her right there.
“Good.” He let her wrist go and she stepped back, swallowing a lump of excitement as another wave of arousal washed over her. He stared at her—the deep brown of his eyes alive and dangerous. “Bend over, grab the column.”
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HAPTER
O
NE
“M
ISS
A
NNA
,
YOUR
clothes are ready.”
Dropping the curtain, Anna turned from the window and glanced at the bed. A blue silk sheath the same color as her eyes graced the top, waiting for her. She blew out a thick breath and fought back the urge to sob.
Be nice and smile
.
Turning up the corners of her mouth, she gave it her best shot. “Thanks, Malcolm. It’s splendid.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No, you’ve done so much already. I just couldn’t—” Anna’s voice faltered, and she forced a swallow.
You have to get it together
. James’s face flooded her mind—stern, disapproving and fatally handsome—and she shuddered.
The butler gave her a pat on the arm and a brief squeeze. “It’s okay. I understand. Turning twenty-one is a huge event in every woman’s life. Especially yours.”
Anna ran her teeth over her lip and nodded. She wanted to run into the butler’s arms and hug him like she used to, but she stayed still. He’d always picked her up after she fell and hugged away a bruise. The closest friend she’d had as a child.
It didn’t matter that James paid for his services, or that he’d never had a family of his own. Malcolm cared for her, and she cared for him. That didn’t go away despite boarding school and college. But he wouldn’t understand the ache inside her chest. No one would.
“You have the right to be happy, miss. But you have to make it happen.”
Rolling back on her heels, she opened her mouth to respond when he waved her off with a pat of his hand. “I’m sorry, don’t mind me. A bit sentimental, I guess. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave you to it.” Letting go of Anna’s arm, the butler stepped away and gave her a small nod.
She’d never forget him. “Yes. Thank you, Malcolm. For everything.”
Anna turned back to the window as he strode out of the room. In a few short hours, she’d be leaving. Never to see Malcolm, the rest of the staff, or James Davenport again.
A pang of regret hit her in the chest and she gripped the curtain so hard the rod trembled above her head. It wasn’t the money, the lavish estate, or the education Anna would miss. It was her guardian. The man who’d taken her in when she had no one and nothing. And who was about to usher her out the same way.
Pulling the fabric aside, she scanned the grassy hills, searching for a smart rider on a sleek black horse. The man who’d swooped in and given her a butler, cooks, chauffeurs. A top ranked college education. Everything but himself. The one man who made her pulse gallop with a nod and her panties dampen with a smile.
She knew the agreement—the one he’d signed with great fanfare in front of legions of reporters. She’d be his ward until she turned twenty-one and then she’d be on her own. Little Orphan Anna they’d all nicknamed her. Plucked from the grips of tragedy to live a life of luxury. A chance to want for nothing, be denied nothing, except the one thing she wanted.
Him
.
God, it was wrong. He’d never been a father figure, but he was her legal guardian. To want him, to dream about his firm chest pressing up against her in the dark, his lips ravaging her bare skin—it was scandalous. She inhaled in a rush as a throb echoed through her core.
She didn’t know when it started—the lust and longing—but every day it grew. She’d tried to drown it with lackluster kisses behind the dorm in boarding school, dates in college. But no immature, unsure boy ever held a candle to James.
And as the weeks marched on, and her birthday approached, the unsatisfied need mixed with dread. She’d be leaving—moving on with her life, starting fresh without him. Driving down to the city, moving into a campus apartment, starting graduate school. In few short hours, she’d walk out the door and be a nobody again. Just plain Anna Sinclair, orphan.