The Naughty One: A Doctor’s Christmas Romance (Season of Desire Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  Peyton carries Pax off as she runs her hand over his little head then brings his tiny fingers to her pink lips. “Did Momma’s big boy miss her? Momma missed her big boy. Yes, she did.”

  Her parents come into the foyer to say hello and Peyton gives them a nod. Donna asks, “Did you have a good time?”

  “It was fantastic. Now I’m taking my baby up to our bedroom so I can cuddle with him. I missed him so much. You have no idea.” Peyton looks back at me. “Coming?”

  “Guess so,” I say as I jog up next to her. “Thanks for finally realizing I’m alive.”

  She nudges me with her little shoulder. “You goof. Haven’t I acknowledged your existence many, many times in the last few days?”

  Donna giggles. “Oh my goodness. Okay, we’ll be here when you decide to visit us, dear.”

  “Um, hm,” Peyton murmurs as she gazes at our baby. So much love in her face.

  I wrap my arm around her and make sure she gets up the stairs without tripping as she can’t seem to take her eyes off him. “He looks bigger. Different in a way. Oh, we missed him growing, Kip!”

  “He looks the same, love. We didn’t miss a thing,” I say as we top the stairs. “It was only a few days.”

  “I never want to leave him again, Kip. Not ever.” I open the door and she walks inside.

  “Never, huh?” I ask as we sit down on the edge of the bed. I run my hand over his head and he looks up at me, making his little forehead wrinkle.

  Tiny, blonde curls cover his head and he looks at me with eyes just like mine. “He’s a cutie, isn’t he?” I ask.

  Peyton finally turns her eyes to mine. “He’s the cutest thing in the entire world. And you’re the most handsome man in the world. I’m the luckiest woman on the planet with you two in my life.”

  Running my arm around her shoulders, I give her a squeeze. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you two as my family. Now, can I hold our son for a minute? I missed him too.”

  Her lips touch his forehead and she inhales deeply. “God, I missed that little baby smell. Okay, Daddy, here you go.” She hands him over and looks at us with so much more love than I ever could’ve imagined. “We’re really a family now, Kip. I can’t believe it.”

  “Believe it, baby.”

  Peyton

  Stars fill the night sky as Kip and I dance under them on the beach at our beach house in the Bahamas. Our one-year anniversary today and we’re spending the next three days here, alone.

  “Can you believe it’s been a year?” I ask him.

  He twirls me around and dips me. His lips touch mine, but only for a moment. “It’s gone by so fast, hasn’t it?”

  He pulls me back up and presses my chest to his as he spins me around in the sand. “Seems like yesterday to me.”

  The music ends, but he still holds me tight. His lips move near my ear. “You know what I want to do, Mrs. Dixon?”

  “I can imagine, but there’s something I want to tell you first. We should go inside. I got you a present.” I pull back and take his hand and lead him inside.

  “We can open presents afterwards,” he says as he runs his arm under my legs, lifting me off the ground and into his arms.

  I laugh and run my arms around his neck. “But you might want to see what I got you. Aren’t you at all curious?”

  His hot mouth closes on my neck, making me squirm as my body fills with heat. He knows that makes me insanely horny. “I’m more curious about what you’ll look like in the middle of that big bed with nothing on but a smile.”

  “The same as I do in the middle of our bed at home, silly.”

  He carries me all the way to the bed and drops me down on it, I bounce up once and he pulls his T-shirt over his head. “It’s been two days since I’ve tasted your sweet love, baby. I’m tired of waiting.” He drops his shorts and grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it off, my panties along with it. My bra he snaps off quickly, and he’s on top of me before I know it.

  “Kip, really, I have…” His lips roam over my neck and down to my breast as he holds me to him. “That feels nice. But Kip, I really...” His hand slides between us and he presses on the little bud and I take in a sharp breath. “Oh!”

  “Lie back and relax, love. Presents later.” He pushes me back and moves down the bed, taking my ankles in his hands.

  “But Kip, wait, really. I just want to tell you. I’ve been keeping this in for weeks now. I have to tell someone.”

  His eyes go even darker than they were before. “What have you been keeping from me?”

  I sit up and run my hand over my stomach which is still flat. He looks at the gesture then back up at me. “Are you saying that…”

  “Yes I am. We’re pregnant again, Daddy.”

  The look on his face is worth more than all the money in the world. Our little family is growing again, and it seems we both couldn’t be happier.

  The End

  Billionaire Games

  A Billionaire Bad Boys Contemporary Romance Novel

  What began as a game ended up changing lives …

  Three men enter a bar, seeking out pawns for their sex game.

  Three women are chosen, who happen to be sisters and the bar owner’s daughters.

  Ethan, Phoenix, and Griffin think they have it made with the sexy women they’ve chosen to play their little game with.

  Only they have no idea that Kel, Cait, and Jess know what they’re up to and plan on playing games with them.

  Passions flare, seduction is key, and sexual prowess is a must when playing to win.

  Let the games begin …

  Chapter 1

  Even though rain was falling in sheets, the press still stood outside the Boston funeral home where the heiress to Captain Jack’s Seafood Company, thirty-year-old Julia Loveless, was resting peacefully for the first time in her short life.

  One tryst too many had found the beautiful young woman the victim of a hit and run. No one was sure who had done the evil deed, but many speculated that the wife of Judge Sanborn, a man Julia had been seen about town with, might have had a hand in it.

  The private car Griffin Houser had been picked up from the airport in coasted into the area where a canvas tent had been erected to see the mourners stay dry as they made their way into the large funeral home.

  Griffin was a thirty-year-old billionaire from old money. His family’s cattle company in Montana had gone in a new direction that had sent them from merely millionaires and into the billionaires’ category.

  Montana Matrix was a prize-winning bull sperm operation. Griffin was supposed to be a salesman for his family’s fertile business. He seldom sold a thing, preferring to wine and dine women who didn’t have a thing to do with the cattle industry.

  Griffin didn’t have anything to worry about. His wealth was secure even if he never sold a single vial of the liquid that had catapulted his family into a new tax bracket.

  Julia had been one of his clients. Tall, legs for days, with hair that changed color with each passing month, Julia was an heiress he had liked to have fun with on occasion when visiting the East Coast. Her passing was sad news, but he had known the day would come when her promiscuity would catch up to her. Her early demise was inevitable in his eyes.

  Griffin made his way into the packed parlor where Julia’s body rested center stage, spotlight included. A platinum coffin, a spray of red roses covering the bottom portion, held her in cushioned comfort. Her hair was a shade of blonde that matched well with her surroundings. He could see she was wearing a red dress.

  Even in death, still the naughty vixen.

  When a grin flowed over his face, he shook his head to stop thinking such inappropriate thoughts on such a grim occasion. He took a seat next to a tall man with long black hair that was pulled back into a queue. A Native American, Griffin was sure.

  Though the music was quietly playing a sad song meant to pull the tears out of those who had congregated, Griffin tried to ignore the song and extended his right han
d to the man he sat next to.

  “Hello. Griffin Houser, Montana Matrix.”

  The man shook his hand. “Phoenix Nelson, Texas oil. How’re you doing today?”

  “Sad, I suppose, is the right thing to say to that,” Griffin said, then chuckled a bit. His action had people shushing him and giving him terrible looks. “Sorry. Inappropriate.”

  When he was met with a grin from the man sitting on the other side of Phoenix, he was not only surprised but glad to see another human in the room who wasn’t so distraught. When he held his hand out, Griffin took it. “Ethan Southern,” came the man’s words, which were heavily laced with a Scottish accent.

  “Griffin …”

  “Yeah, I heard ya,” Ethan interrupted as his attention turned to Phoenix. “How’d you know Julia?”

  Phoenix cleared his throat as he looked down and a grin had found him too. “In the Biblical sense,” came his answer.

  “Aye, me too,” Ethan said, then looked at Griffin.

  Griffin nodded and looked down as a man in the front, wearing black, asked them to pray. A long prayer that had nothing to do with Julia was said by the preacher, then the rest of the funeral proceeded.

  The three men fidgeted a bit as the service went on and on. Many people got up and told stories about the woman they had known as quite the she-wolf. The only thing was, none of the stories they told were anything any of those men knew about the woman who lay in the coffin.

  Tales of how generous she was had the three men smiling with their secret thoughts. Griffin could attest to that. Julia had been generous, all right. He didn’t know if she’d been generous with her money, but with her body … oh yes, she had been incredibly generous with that!

  When the last speaker spoke about how Julia had given to charities all the time, the service ended, and it was time to file past the coffin and the lifeless body. Griffin stood in line, followed by Phoenix, then Ethan. One by one, the people looked down at Julia as they waited for their turn to lay eyes on her one last time.

  The three stopped and took their turns at the same time. “Lifelike, huh?” Griffin asked the other two men.

  “Her hair was red when I was with her,” Ethan muttered.

  “It was pink when I saw her,” Phoenix recalled. “And she’d worn purple contacts. She was something else.”

  Griffin ran his hand over her cheek, lightly. “Bye, Julia. Thanks for the education. You will be missed.”

  “That she will,” Ethan agreed.

  Phoenix nodded, then the sound of a man clearing his throat had them shuffling along. A man in a cheap blue suit was near the door where everyone was exiting; he held out a box of tissues to the three. Each took one.

  “I don’t need this for anything more than to remind me of her,” Griffin said.

  “I have a napkin from a bar we’d meet at,” Phoenix said as they walked outside.

  They all looked up at the brilliant blue, cloudless sky. “It stopped rainin’. Can you imagine that?” Ethan said in wonder.

  “She doesn’t want anyone to feel blue. She never did,” Griffin said. “And on that note, how about the three of us go get some lunch? We can talk about her and what she meant to each one of us.”

  “Count me in,” Phoenix agreed quickly. “I don’t know another soul here anyway. The company would be much appreciated.”

  “Me too,” Ethan chimed in. “I could use a stiff drink.”

  Griffin led them to his waiting private car, and they all piled inside. “How about seafood?” When Griffin got two nods, he called out to the driver, “Neptune Oyster, please, driver.”

  The men all were feeling exceptionally comfortable with one another. A certain comradery was felt between them all as they chatted lightly about this thing and another.

  Ethan Southern was also a billionaire, the heir to Redhead Scotch. The thirty-two-year-old did little more than party his life away. Phoenix Nelson had stumbled into his fortune. He was the illegitimate son of a candy billionaire who had left him a few hundred acres in a tiny place called Karnes County in Texas. He had struck it rich when oil was found on the property not once, but 27 times. It seemed the men were all billionaires, and Julia had been the one to come on to them all.

  As they got into the restaurant and were seated, the three laughed as they ordered the same drink, a Rob Roy. It had been the first step in how Julia had introduced herself to each of the men. She’d send one over, and a bit later she’d have them come to her table where she always sat alone.

  Griffin mimicked the way Julie had wiggled her finger to get him to come to her. The others laughed as they too had been wrangled in by a mere drink, a corny pick-up line, and the wiggle of a single finger in their direction.

  “How do you think the woman was able to pick out three men with massive amounts of money?” Phoenix asked as he sipped on his cocktail.

  “She was a witch,” Ethan said with a hearty laugh. “I believe that with all my heart. She could turn a man inside out and make him beg for more. But somehow, she left him without a tear shed being shed between either party. She had to be a witch. There’s no other plausible explanation.”

  The three clinked their glasses together. “A toast to the enigmatic female who knew how to reel a man in and set him free, all without ever harming his fragile ego or feelings,” Griffin said.

  “Hear, hear,” the other two added.

  A kinship had been found amongst the three men who shared the knowledge a young woman had given them. It was possible to have unimaginable sex after knowing each other for only a few hours, without having to hand your entire soul over to another human being. It could be done with no one being hurt.

  With the realization that all three came to at the same time, an idea was born between them.

  A terribly fantastic idea!

  Chapter 2

  “Are you two gentlemen busy tomorrow?” Ethan asked them, then popped a fried mushroom into his mouth after dipping it in ranch sauce. His auburn waves hung to his shoulders and danced around them as he nodded and moaned with how good the food tasted.

  “I’m never busy,” Phoenix replied. Then he picked up a shoot of fried asparagus and plunged it into the creamy white depths of the dip.

  “Me neither,” Griffin added. “Why do you ask, Ethan?”

  “Because I too am never busy and I have an idea. But it would require an overnighter.” Ethan drank the last of his Rob Roy and motioned to the waiter for a refill.

  “What kind of idea?” Phoenix asked with curiosity.

  “You know how Julia lured us all in, having her way with us so easily,” Ethan said with a grin as he recalled some of those times he and she had had.

  Griffin nodded as his lips pulled into a sly grin. “I do.”

  “And you do recall hearing about how she gave to various charities?” Ethan asked as he took the drink the waiter had brought to him.

  “I do,” Phoenix said. “Can I have a beer? The cocktail isn’t hitting the spot for me.” The waiter gave him a nod and pointed to Griffin’s nearly full glass.

  “Anything else for you, sir?” he asked Griffin.

  “Bring me a beer too. I never did like this drink,” Griffin confessed. “I ordered it just to remember someone.”

  “Beer me too,” Ethan added. “I don’t really know why I ordered another one of these. They’re much too sweet for me.”

  As the waiter walked away, Phoenix asked, “So, what about the charities? Do you think we should donate to some of them?”

  “I do,” Ethan said. “But I think we should make it interesting. I believe we three should make a bet. One that will remind us of Julia.”

  “Like what?” Griffin asked as he watched a tall blonde woman walk behind Ethan and give him a double take.

  “Like find a small bar and see who can get laid first,” Ethan said with a huge smile. “You know, using the tactics Julia used on us. The whole thing—the cheesy drink, the wiggle of one finger, the terrible lines. We all fell for them.�
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  “I suppose the two that don’t win have to make the charitable donations,” Griffin said. “In what amount? That needs to be decided.”

  “Can you two do a million each if you lose?” Phoenix asked.

  When the others nodded, the three reached out to the middle of the table, placing their hands on top of the others.

  “So, it’s on,” Ethan said. “The first one to score wins, and the other two make million dollar donations to the charities the winner chooses.”

  “Agreed,” Griffin and Phoenix said in unison.

  A pact was formed between the three men. An agreement that would mean some poor women might well become unsuspecting pawns in their little game. Griffin added a bit more detail to their bet.

  “To make sure things are fair, I think one of us should choose for the other. Like I can pick who Ethan can go for; Phoenix can find me a woman; and Ethan can find one for Phoenix. We can make sure the women look like the type that’ll give us a good fight. It’s no fun if we all pick tramps.”

  Nods had the other men agreeing to the terms, and Phoenix felt like he should add something to the arrangement as he said, “And if no one scores tonight, we keep playing the same women until one of us does score. You know, no trading out. I think that makes it more interesting, don’t you?”

  Ethan raised one thick brow as he contemplated what Phoenix had come up with. “That might mean we have to spend some time in the same place. Let’s choose a place wisely.” He pulled out his cell and searched the names of places near Boston. When a particular word caught his attention, he said, “Middlesex County sounds fun.”

  “It sure does,” Phoenix agreed.

  “There’s a town called Ashby in that county,” Ethan added.

  Griffin pulled his cell out of his jacket pocket and searched for places to stay while Phoenix took his phone out to find bars in the town. Ethan had chosen the town, so all three were active participants.

  “There’s a quaint bed and breakfast that only has three bedrooms,” Griffin said. “It looks nice and homey. A great place to spend a night or two.” He turned the phone around to show the other two the pictures of the two-story home with white siding and yellow trim. Colorful flower gardens filled each side of a wide staircase that led up to a porch that looked as if it wrapped around one end of the large home.