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  His Every Desire

  A Complete Billionaire Box Set

  Alexis Winter

  Contents

  Billionaire With Benefits

  A Novel

  Turns out Mr. Sex-on-a-stick at my gym…

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  Prologue

  1. Maddie

  2. Bennet

  3. Maddie

  4. Bennet

  5. Maddie

  6. Bennet

  7. Maddie

  8. Bennet

  9. Maddie

  10. Bennet

  11. Maddie

  12. Bennet

  13. Maddie

  14. Bennet

  15. Maddie

  16. Bennet

  17. Maddie

  18. Bennet

  19. Maddie

  20. Bennet

  21. Maddie

  22. Bennet

  23. Maddie

  Epilogue

  My Boss’s Sister

  Messing around with your best friend’s little sister is one thing.

  1. Valerie

  2. Callan

  3. Valerie

  4. Callan

  5. Valerie

  6. Callan

  7. Valerie

  8. Callan

  9. Valerie

  10. Callan

  11. Valerie

  12. Callan

  13. Valerie

  14. Callan

  15. Valerie

  16. Callan

  17. Valerie

  18. Callan

  19. Valerie

  20. Callan

  21. Valerie

  22. Callan

  23. Valerie

  24. Callan

  25. Valerie

  Epilogue

  My Best Friend’s Ex

  You ever accidentally fall in love with your best friend’s girl?

  1. Levi

  2. Danielle

  3. Levi

  4. Danielle

  5. Levi

  6. Danielle

  7. Levi

  8. Danielle

  9. Levi

  10. Danielle

  11. Levi

  12. Danielle

  13. Levi

  14. Danielle

  15. Levi

  16. Danielle

  17. Levi

  18. Danielle

  19. Levi

  20. Danielle

  21. Levi

  22. Danielle

  23. Levi

  24. Danielle

  Best Friend’s Baby

  How to NOT fall in love with your best friend in 3 easy steps.

  1. Mia

  2. Trent

  3. Mia

  4. Trent

  5. Mia

  6. Trent

  7. Mia

  8. Trent

  9. Mia

  10. Trent

  11. Mia

  12. Trent

  13. Mia

  14. Trent

  15. Mia

  Epilogue

  Also by Alexis Winter

  About the Author

  A Novel

  By

  Alexis Winter

  Turns out Mr. Sex-on-a-stick at my gym…

  The one who overheard me describing the naughty things I’d do to him,

  Is not only my new boss…

  He’s my brother’s best friend.

  * * *

  He’s 6’4” of solid muscle,

  With a mouth that could make a sailor blush,

  And determined to make my toes curl.

  * * *

  In my defense, I tried to walk away.

  But the moment I tasted his lips,

  And felt his hard, chiseled body pressed against mine,

  My panties melted and my resolve went out the window.

  * * *

  We laid out the ground rules:

  1. No feelings

  2. No commitments

  3. Nobody finds out

  * * *

  It was all just delicious, secret fun,

  Until it wasn’t.

  What’s worse, knowing he’s risking everything to be with you?

  Or realizing your only option is to break your heart and walk away?

  * * *

  I can’t let him throw his life away for me.

  After all, we never promised each other forever.

  Copyright © 2020 by Alexis Winter - All rights reserved.

  * * *

  In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.

  Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher.

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  * * *

  It’s no secret I’ve always had a crush on Damon Strickland.

  My best friend’s older brother and the center of every single one of my fantasies.

  * * *

  He’s a walking, talking temptation.

  * * *

  That cocky grin and those broad, athletic shoulders.

  You know what they say about a man with big hands right?

  * * *

  Growing up, we always tormented one another.

  I was the nagging, annoying little girl he hated

  And he was the man-whoring, douchebag I couldn’t seem to get over.

  * * *

  Now as adults he actually came through and helped me land a job at my dream company.

  * * *

  How the hell am I supposed to focus when all I can think about is tearing that tight suit from his tempting body!

  * * *

  What’s even worse?

  He forgot to mention, he’s my boss.

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  Prologue

  MADDIE

  * * *

  I stir awake as the sheet drags across my bare skin. I blink against the sun that’s streaming in through the cracked curtain and sigh as the feel of a large, warm hand travels up my thigh.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmurs against my throat, followed by a soft nibble.

  A shiver runs through my body as his tongue dances softly against my neck. I groan softly as my back arches off the bed, needing more from him. He senses my anticipation as he trails his fingertips from my knee up my inner thigh, dancing briefly across my clit, causing my hips to jut up further.

  “Mmmm, does my naughty girl like that?” He teases me again, letting his fingertips stay a little longer this time, dragging them across my clit a few more times ever so lightly.

  “I want—” the words trail off as my eyes close, and he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. His breath comes out in soft, warm puffs against my cheek as his finger slips between my folds.

  “What do you want? I want to hear the words.” I reach my hand down to force his fingers harder against me, but he grabs my wrist before I can make contact.

  “Tsk, tsk” he clicks while fastening both of my wrists above my head. He places his hand beneath my chin and forces me to look at him in the eyes.

  “What do you want, Madeline? I told you I want to hear it. Whatever you need or desire.” The last part is a whisper as he leans down and plants a soft kiss on each of my very pert nipples. I groan as he bites them after the kiss.

  “I need to cum—I want…I want you to make me cum.” The words tumble from my
mouth in a rush as he smiles against my breast.

  “How?” My mind is a blur; I feel like I’m about to burst.

  “Your tongue, hands. Lick me.” The words continue to come out in a staccato pattern. Finally, he releases my hands as he moves down my body to settle between my thighs. He inhales as he runs his nose up my center before flicking his tongue across my clit. I can’t contain the loud moan that escapes my throat as I fist the sheets in my hands.

  He grips my thighs with each hand, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he devours me with voracity. His slow licks transform into deliberate flicks of his tongue peppered between deep passionate kisses against my most sensitive and intimate parts.

  No man has ever made my body feel this way. No man has ever had this kind of power and control over my body, causing it to explode with ecstasy over and over. Even when my brain is telling me I can’t possibly handle more, my body betrays me and surrenders to his every desire.

  I can’t hold back my climax any longer. Sweat beads on my forehead as my body stiffens and arches. Hips bucking against his face as he crooks his finger, I explode in pleasure. My vision blurs as the orgasm tears through my body, leaving me in a satisfied, limp puddle of limbs on the bed.

  He crawls up my body and settles between my thighs, pressing his lips against mine as his tongue explores my own. I can taste my release on his mouth as his rigid cock presses at my opening, and my thighs fall open to welcome him.

  His eyes lock on mine as his hips begin a rocking motion. He intertwines his fingers with my own, once again pinning them to the bed and using the leverage to thrust himself into me even further. The moment is deep and intimate. Emotions swirl through my head as I try to drown them out and live in the moment. This thing between us started as purely physical; we promised each other no labels and no commitments. I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I could keep feelings out of it, but now, I can only hope to survive the fallout when he walks away.

  1

  Maddie

  “Pick up the phone,” I say as the line rings for what has to be the twentieth time.

  “Hello?” Jazz, my best friend—fiancée to my brother and expectant mother of his baby— answers around a giggle.

  “Finally! What the hell were you doing?” I ask, clearly annoyed.

  “Nothing. What’s up?”

  “I’m getting ready for my first boxing class, and you said weeks ago you’d go with me.”

  “To be fair, that was before I found out I was pregnant. Damon doesn’t think it’s a smart decision.”

  “Ugh, what does my stupid brother know? Plus, it’s not like we’re going to actually be fighting. We’ll hit the bag a few times. And it wouldn’t have killed you to let me know before right now.”

  “I’m sorry, Mads, but I don’t think so.” I can hear the uneasiness in her voice.

  “Come on, Jazz. Please come with me. Just this once, or until I meet some people and get comfortable.”

  “I don’t know. I mean, Damon and I kind of had plans for tonight.”

  I hear her softly giggle and whisper, “Quit it, I’m on the phone.”

  “Seriously? You had plans with ME first! Jazz, did you forget you’re my best friend first and his fiancée second? Since you guys have been hooking up, we don’t ever see one another anymore. Come on. It’s only for one hour, and then you can go home and do whatever you guys do with your nights.” I silently gag at the end of that sentence.

  “Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m sorry.” She lets out a sigh of defeat. “I’ll be over in an hour.”

  “Thank you,” I say, hanging up the phone. I hate having to play the you were my best friend before his fiancée card, but hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

  I drop the phone onto the couch and get up to change my clothes. I pull on a pair of black leggings and yank off my shirt to replace it with a lime-green sports bra. I check myself over in the mirror as I pull my hair up into a messy ponytail, then slide on my shoes. I do a few chores around the house, and just as I’m grabbing my jacket, phone, and keys, Jazz is walking in the door.

  She lets out a deep breath and drops her purse on the table. “This is going to be a lot harder once Damon and I move out of the city, you know?”

  I nod my head. “I know. All those nights we snuck out of the ‘burbs to come to the city, and now you’re moving back there voluntarily.”

  She offers a sad smile. “I know. But it's perfect if you think about it. I mean, how many people get to raise their kids in the same place they grew up? And with their childhood crush, no less?”

  “It is kind of perfect.” I stick my tongue out at her for having such a fairytale life.

  She laughs. “I don’t know what you expect me to do at this boxing class in my current condition.” She motions toward her stomach that’s still flat.

  “You can do anything I’m going to do. It’s the first class, so it’s not like we’re going to be fighting one another.”

  “Good, because I promised Damon that I wouldn’t even put on gloves.” She laughs.

  “He thinks you’re going to a boxing class to not box?” I ask, pulling my jacket on.

  “He thinks I’m going for moral support.”

  “Why does he think that?” I ask, holding the door open to let her walk out first so I can lock it behind us.

  “Because that’s what I told him?”

  We both laugh as we walk down the hall toward the main exit.

  Twenty minutes later, we’re at the gym, boxing gloves in place. I promise Jazz I won’t tell my brother. The big room has punching bags hanging from the rafters and a ring in the far corner. The instructor tells us to warm up by jumping rope and trying out the bags. At first, we take turns holding the bag for our partner to hit. After a good twenty minutes of this, the instructor gets our attention again and has us sit down to watch two trained members fight as he walks us through what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.

  Jazz and I sit ringside on the floor. The instructor is a middle-aged man with cropped graying hair and arms like pythons. A large vein runs down the center of his bicep. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s the owner, and these are the fighters he’s trained. Two more men join him in the ring.

  I bump Jazz’s elbow with mine. “Whoa! That guy is sexy as FUCK,” I whisper so only she hears.

  She nods her head and purses her lips together. “I guess. He’s got nothing on Damon though.”

  I scoff and roll my eyes. “You two make me sick,” I say, watching the man that’s caught my eye.

  He has dark hair that’s shaved short, nearly to his scalp, and five o’clock shadow that does little to mask his chiseled jawline. Every time he jabs, his entire body flexes, and let me tell you, there’s not an ounce of fat on his delicious physique. Every single muscle looks hard as a rock, like he’s been hand carved out of granite by the gods. His chin is defined, with a small dimple in the center.

  Suddenly, his emerald green eyes cut to me, and I feel like a kid caught with her hand caught in the cookie jar. He gives me a quick smirk, and I lick my lips as I feel my face grow red before looking away.

  They fight for several minutes, and if you ask me, it isn’t nearly long enough. Then, the three men move out of the ring and onto the floor.

  “All of you, go back to your bags and use the information we just gave you to improve. I want to see you strict on form. Plant that back leg and lean into the punches you throw. We’ll all be walking around the room, giving you pointers,” the older man says.

  Jazz and I stand up and move back to our punching bag. She holds the bag and I step in front of it. Curling my hands into tight fists inside my gloves, I hit the bag over and over. I actually forget where I am, paying no mind to the people around me or the sexy man that could be watching me. I’m focusing all my energy on that bag and the power behind my punch.

  “You have pretty good form. Is this your first time?” the sexy guy asks, stepping next to Jazz, facing m
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