As far as billionaire Stuart Wynne is concerned, Fallon, is the girl who got away. While Stuart is preoccupied with another woman, Fallon is swept off her feet by a lowly pit boss. After a whirlwind courtship with the devilishly handsome, Dana Allen, Fallon marries him before Stuart even realizes anything's amiss. Done deal, right? Maybe, but never count Stuart out. As a master card player, he has yet to play all his cards. Starting at the annual hotel Christmas party, Stewart's plan unfolds. Using money, sexual fantasies and maternal instinct as his tools to drive a wedge between the unsuspecting couple. Will it succeed? Stuart bets millions it will.
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STORY EXCERPT
Stuart Wynne, CEO of Wynne Enterprises, raised his commanding baritone voice. "All right Fallon, you made your point. Are you ready to come back to me?"
She'd accompanied Michelle to the study part of Stuart's opulent thirtieth floor penthouse. Where Michelle had gone, she had no idea. She studied Stuart, tall with deep blue eyes, and short dark hair with a touch of gray. She'd gone with him for two years when she was principal show girl, and really loved him...or his money, she couldn't be sure. Regrettably, at the time, he belonged to someone else. Now, though she was tempted, she couldn't-she had married Dana. He'd warned her that Dana was a loser, but she'd been in heat. He was so gorgeous, like a movie star. "I can't. You know I'm married."
Stuart rolled his eyes and sneered. "Humph! To a dealer, what's he make? A hundred grand?"
At Stuart's sarcastic inquiry, her vision wandered past Stuart to the bright lights of the 'Las Vegas Strip.' "Eighty," she replied casually.
As she took a seat, he repeated her answer, "Eighty?" and laughed derisively. "I make a thousand times that. See, he's not even a good dealer. Is he any good in bed?"
Her gaze shifted back to Stuart. He'd gone too far and her nostrils flared in annoyance. "Yes, the best sex I've ever had."
He raised a single skeptical eyebrow and cupped his chin with his left hand. "Really, at least he's good at something. Maybe, I underestimated him. How am I?" Stuart asked boldly.
She wanted to hurt him. She wanted to say the worst, but she couldn't do it. "The second best."
"Out of how many?" he asked with a mischievous tone in his voice.
She uncrossed her legs and sat up, knees and legs together. With her eyes narrowed and chin stuck out, she admonished him. "A gentleman would never ask that of a lady."
The expectant look of his face changed to a frown. "Sorry."
"Apology accepted."
Stuart's blue eyes narrowed. The corners of his lips curled up. "Then, my dear, if your husband is the best lover you've ever had and I'm the second best, you haven't lived until you've had us both...simultaneously."
Initially, she was shocked by his audacity. Then, as the idea sunk in, a tiny ember of yearning ignited in her core. Wouldn't that be an interesting scenario? "Well," she said in a huff, "that certainly isn't going to happen."
A grin of confidence formed on his face. "Don't be so sure, sweetheart. Tell me, if your husband agreed, would you go for it?"
The ember grew and burst into a flame. She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt, which had risen, down. "If he insisted, I would go along.
About the Author: If you like warmth, live in Arizona like Dee Dawning does. If you like to read hot sexy stories born and raised in the sweltering summer heat of Arizona, check out his scribblings. Dee has been writing saucy romance stories and novels for seven years. At this time he has over thirty-five titles available. Dee & his lovely wife currently reside in Cave Creek Arizona, where he writes a novella every two to three months and a novel every six months.
