Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

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“You are so perfect everywhere, and so mine, Mrs. Hawthorne,” I whisper, my breath skating over her earlobe, and she lets go of the sexiest moan.

“You like hearing that, don’t you?” I ask, even when I know her response. “You like hearing that you’re mine. You like hearing that all those reporters who are eager to see any personal side of my personality are now dying to know how I fuck my wife when we’re alone.”

“God, Hawthorne.” She exhales. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Never.” My one arm tightens around her chest and pulls her up a little, while my other goes for her clit, fingering that nub in a fast tempo.

“Charles, I’m—” she cries, but I already know she’s coming as an orgasm racks through her.

I pick up speed as she shudders and mutters indecipherable words in a moan. Her sex squeezes me, my breathing turning labored as her warmth chokes me.

“Fuck, Daisy.” I grip her hips, and in two punishing thrusts, I empty my load inside her.

Inside her and not a condom.

That fact doesn’t escape me, especially when I pull out and see the evidence of what we did dripping from her sex onto the carpet.

It’s established right then.

Forget porn.

Daisy on her knees, wrung out on pleasure with my come leaking out of her pussy, is my biggest turn-on.

It’s been a few days since the most amazing sex of my life, and so many things have changed since.

“For someone who just got what he’s always wanted, you look pretty glum,” Ray comments as I tear my gaze away from Daisy and her friend Willow across the hall.

The board cast their votes, and as of last night, I’m officially the new CEO of the Hawthorne business empire.

Right now, we’re at a party arranged by Jimmy, and everyone who’s someone in Cherrywood is in this room, drinking expensive champagne on my tab.

Like Ray said, this moment is everything I’ve dreamed of since forever, yet instead of feeling relief and excitement, my skin itches as if I’m dressed in tattered rags.

And it seems I’m doing a shitty job at hiding my feelings.

“For someone who complains about social events, you’re being seen an awful lot here these days. Is your land deal still not through?”

My cousin’s jaw pulses, and I follow his gaze as he throws daggers toward Daisy.

“Why the hell are you glaring at my wife like she’s broken your favorite toy?”

His flared nostrils relax at my sharp tone, but I don’t miss the tightness around his eyes.

“I’m not staring at anyone. I zoned out. And don’t worry about my business. I have it under control. Speaking of your wife, why is she so far away? Isn’t acting like she’s completely smitten with you part of her job?”

His grin is all Lucifer, and I’m glad Ray is my cousin and not just some business associate. Because suddenly the title of murder convict isn’t looking that appalling.

“Something wrong?” His smile fades. Once Ray has his eyes on something, it’s hard to escape his trap—a trait I appreciate in business, but not so much in this moment.

“Nothing’s wrong. If anything, everything’s just perfect.” I nod toward the yellow banner proudly displaying my name and CEO title.

“You and I have been friends even before we became cousins, Charlie. I can read you better than our favorite well-worn comic book, dog-eared and all.” He sets his untouched whiskey glass onto the corner table.

How long has it been since he drank at social events?

A simple moment once again changing lives.

Yeah, you’re one to talk, Hawthorne.


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