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Connor tried very hard not to laugh. It made him sound like he’d done it for a living. Victoria was
outrageous.
Dana’s mouth had fallen open. Even Paul looked startled.
“Connor donated sperm?”
“You didn’t know?” Victoria did great work of looking amazed. “Connor and I donated so that friends
of ours could have the child of their dreams, didn’t we, Connor darling?” She drawled darling in a
wicked imitation of Dana’s use of the endearment, and Connor bit down on the fierce urge to laugh.
“That was very generous—of both of you.”
“Suzy was my best friend. That’s what you do for friends, help make their dreams come true.” She gave
an angelic smile as she encountered Connor’s arrested gaze. He wondered if only he knew that she was
actually chastising Paul.
“Do you often see the child?” Paul looked sheepish.
“His parents were killed and—”
“—we decided to adopt him, didn’t we, Victoria?” He knew it was wrong to railroad her into something
they hadn’t even discussed. But the last thing in the world he wanted was a divorce. He’d be foolish to
let Victoria slip away.
“Er…yes.” Her eyes lit up with joy.
“So you only got married because of the child?” Dana had been silent, obviously thinking it through.
Now her features relaxed in relief.
“Isn’t that why many couples get married?” Connor gave the other couple a narrow stare. Paul glanced
away first. “But at least I wasn’t trapped into a marriage I didn’t want.” In spite of the fury that glittered
in Dana’s eyes, Connor didn’t feel the satisfaction he’d expected as he made the comment. He had no
need to pay either of them back further for what they’d done to him—they’d landed in a hell of their
own making. With its huge mortgage that house would be a noose around their necks, and no doubt Paul
was still struggling to service the interest on the loan he’d taken to pay Connor out for his share of
Harper-North.
“Marrying Victoria is the best decision I’ve ever made,” he continued softly, reaching over to stroke
Victoria’s hand.
Dana rose to her feet with an angry rustle of taffeta. “We should be on our way.”
Paul’s expression was far from happy. “Nice meeting you,” he said to Victoria, and she smiled back at
him as Paul sidled out of the booth.
Connor couldn’t help thinking that even Paul knew who had gotten the better deal. And it wasn’t Paul.
Thirteen
W hen they arrived home it was late, and Dylan was asleep. After seeing Anne out, Connor locked the
front door and Victoria headed for the stairs.
“Victoria…”
She froze on the first step as Connor’s deep voice cut into the night. He came up behind her, his breath
warm on her bare shoulders. “I forgot to give you your birthday gift.”
Swinging around, she saw with a shock that he was very close. Standing on the step put her directly at
eye level with him. She took the flat parcel that he offered.
“Thank you—you didn’t need to do it.” She gave him a bright smile. “But it’s very much appreciated.”
Turning, she ran lightly up the stairs, through the sitting room that adjoined her room with the nursery,
into her bedroom.
“Aren’t you going to open it?”
She hadn’t heard him come up behind her. Drawing a deep breath, she hoped that he wouldn’t hear the
thunder in her heart as she turned around.
“Yes, yes, of course.”
Her fingers were trembling as she untied the ribbons. The gay wrapping paper fell away to reveal a
picture frame. She turned it over and found herself looking into four smiling faces under the arch of a
church door.
“You remember that photo, don’t you?” Connor was much too close. “You even told me to smile.”
“I remember.” A soft ache welled up as Victoria stared into Suzy’s beloved face…and then moved on to
Michael’s grin. Flanking Michael, even Connor’s hard face wore a smile.
“We all look so happy.”
“That’s how Suzy and Michael would want us to remember them,” he said.
She swung around to face him. “Thank you for this. You couldn’t have given me a better present.” She
flung her arms around his neck, the frame dangling over his shoulder, and kissed him.
After a moment he kissed her back.
“Tory!”
She pulled away and looked into the face that had become as familiar as her own. The hewn cheekbones,
the bladed nose and those penetrating eyes.
Connor wasn’t her father.
There wasn’t a neglectful, irresponsible bone in his body. He’d done everything he could to give Dylan a
future that would be secure. And he’d always been there for her.
She owed him an apology. “I’m sorry for believing that you were a jerk.”
“Oh, Tory.” His hands tightened on her bare arms. “And I’m sorry for believing you were dull and
dreary.”
“What?”
His eyes laughed down into hers.
“I know. I don’t know how I came up with that.” This time the kiss was deep and very, very hot. By the
time it was over they were both breathless.
He took the photo frame from her and set it down carefully on the dressing table.
Then he returned to her.
“We’re going to make love,” he told her. “No casual encounter. And this time you’re going to stay—no
rushing off before I let you go.”
“Never again,” she vowed.
“Oh, God, Tory.”
She curved into him, her body so close that she could feel the outline of his chest muscles against her.
“I’m staying right here.”
“Forever.”
“If you want.”
“I want.”
His fingers pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. She shimmied out of it and it fell in a pool
on the carpet.
He’d trodden out his shoes and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and now he pulled the white
shirt over his head. He stepped out of his pants a moment later. He wore only close-fitting boxers, and
the sight of his hard, muscled body gave her a secret thrill.
Victoria kicked off her heels.
And trembled a little with anticipation as his arms came around her and he undid the hooks of the white
lacy bra that she wore. He skimmed his hands over her hips, sweeping the brief bits of lace down her
legs, leaving her naked to his ravenous gaze.
A moment later he was naked, too.
The hard ridge of his erection revealed how much he desired her. And he swept her into his arms and
lowered her onto the queen bed.
“This is going to be over way too fast,” he murmured into her ear. “I want you so badly.”
He licked the shell-like shape of her ear and Victoria shivered with delight.
But despite his forecast he stretched the pleasure forever. He used his hands, and his lips, and his tongue
to bring Victoria to heights that she’d never experienced.
When he finally parted her legs, she was on fire for him.
Connor positioned himself over her and drove deep.
She closed her eyes and let the passion take her. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders. He gasped and
drove again.
Arching beneath him, Victoria found the rhythm. And then they were moving in unison, as one.
The pleasure rose in a bri
ght, blinding arc. And as the light exploded behind her eyes, she heard Connor
whisper, “I love you, Tory. How I love you.”
The words tilted her into a dizzying whirl of color and ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. And she
found herself gasping, “I love you, too.”
Afterward they lay on their backs on the bed, their hunger for each other temporarily sated.
“Did you mean what you said?” she asked, turning her head to meet his warm eyes.
“That I love you?”
She nodded.
“Of course I did.”
She gave him a slow, dreamy smile. “I love you, too. I’ve been thinking, Connor. That billion-dollar
baby bargain of yours? I got the best bargain of all—as well as Dylan, I got you.”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “I definitely did better out of it. I got you, when I might have ended up with
Dana in the greatest mistake of my life. My guardian angel must’ve been looking out for me.”
“You believe in angels?”
He nodded solemnly. “Falling in love did that for me.”
“I like the idea of Suzy as an angel.” Victoria glanced at the photo on her dressing table. “I can see her
wearing a halo on her curls, smiling that sweet smile of hers.”
“With Michael beside her, holding her hand.”
“Of course.”
“They’d be happy for us, you know.”
Victoria nodded. “I think so, too.”
“They tried to match-make us two years ago—I was furious about it.”
“I’m not surprised! You’d just been through a bad experience with Dana. It wasn’t the right time.”
“And you didn’t like me,” he said righteously. “You thought I was a jerk that no sane woman could live
with. Yet look at you now.”
“I didn’t know you!” she corrected, laughing at him.
He bent forward and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “So you think you know me now?”
Victoria nodded. “To know you is to love you.”
“Oh, Tory.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “I’ll never tire of hearing that, of kissing you, of
making love to you.”
“I suppose that means that there will have to be a little brother or sister for Dylan one day.” Her eyes
turned a wicked gold.
“That sounds like a great idea.” Connor laughed silently, happiness and joy filling him. “But we’ll need
to practice.”
“So what are we waiting for?” his wife asked, pulling his head down to hers.
Epilogue
F rank and Juliet’s wedding took place at Victoria and Connor’s home.
And Victoria disgraced herself by crying buckets. But she didn’t care. Nor did the man who stood
proudly beside her, holding her hand.
They were both happy.
And so were the bridal couple.
“Just know that it’s not that I don’t adore you. I do,” she sobbingly assured a radiant Juliet.
“It’s true,” Connor assured her.
Juliet laughed and patted her on the shoulder.
On the pretext of fetching a tissue, Victoria rushed upstairs and washed her face with cool water. She
returned to the large deck onto which the reception rooms had been flung open, where a trio of
musicians played festive songs. The evening was clear, and the first stars were starting to show. Lights
flickered romantically in the trees while candles floated on the swimming pool.
Victoria couldn’t suppress a smile at the sight of Anne restraining Dylan as he leaned toward the flames
on the water’s surface, gurgling with pleasure.
“Okay?” Connor asked her, coming up behind her and placing an arm around her shoulder.
She gave one last sniff. “I’m fine. I always cry at weddings.”
“I remember. You cried at Suzy and Michael’s wedding. But you didn’t cry at ours.” He placed a finger
under her chin and gave her a searching glance. “Any reason for that?”
“Because I was terrified that once I started I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
He opened his arms and she stepped into them. “I’m still here.”
“Don’t,” she whispered, “you’ll set me off all over again.”
He shuffled his feet and she followed his lead. It looked to all the world as if they were dancing.
“I love your happy tears. Don’t store them up, you should release them.”
“I’d drown you.” She gave him a weak smile.
He smiled back. “Do your worst, I don’t scare easily.”
Oh, Connor.
This was when he turned her heart to mush. Wordlessly, she snuggled up to him and let the music take
her to a quiet place where only she and Connor, with his arms around her and his body close to hers,
existed.
When the song came to an end they made their way to the pool. Dylan saw them approaching and
shrieked happily.
This was her family, her home. As the next melody started to play, Victoria knew that her life was
complete, she had it all.
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Bossman Billionaire
One Night with the Wealthy Rancher
Sheikh’s Betrayal
The Tycoon’s Secret Affair
Billion-Dollar Baby Bargain
The Magnate’s Baby Promise
Table of Contents
Bossman Billionaire
By Kathie DeNosky
One Night with the Wealthy Rancher
By Brenda Jackson
Sheikh’s Betrayal
By Alexandra Sellers
The Tycoon’s Secret Affair
By Maya Banks
Billion-Dollar Baby Bargain
By Tessa Radley
The Magnate’s Baby Promise
By Paula Roe
KATHIE DENOSKY
BOSSMAN BILLIONAIRE
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Prologue
“W e’re not for sale, Mrs. Larson,” Lucien Garnier refused flatly. “And I’m sure you’ll agree that
trying to build a relationship of any kind at this stage is out of the question.”
Completely unaffected by his blunt statement, Emerald Larson stared across her highly polished Louis
XIV desk at one of her recently discovered grown grandchildren. She could understand his and his two
siblings’ anger. It had to have been quite disconcerting to discover that instead of the struggling artist
he’d portrayed himself to be, their father Neil Owens was really Owen Larson, the philandering,
footloose offspring of one of the richest, most powerful women in the corporate world. But then, she
hadn’t been overly happy to learn that in his youth, her late son had left a bevy of women pregnant and
on their own.
Since learning of her grandchildren, Emerald had arranged for all of Owen’s children to claim their
birthright and take their rightful place within the Emerald, Inc. corporate empire. She had successfully
built a relationship with her three other grandsons and set them up with companies of their own, but the
trouble was, she didn’t know exactly how many children Owen had fathered or even if she’d found all of
them. It was only in the past few months she’d learned that her son had impregnated yet another woman
—not once, but twice. His affair with a young Fre
nchwoman visiting the San Francisco area on a student
visa had resulted in a set of twin sons, Lucien and Jacques. Then, ten years later, Owen had returned to
the woman and rekindled the affair, only to leave the poor dear girl pregnant again, this time with a
daughter, Arielle.
The fact that Francesca Garnier had been the only woman Owen had returned to was bittersweet for
Emerald. It was heartening to learn that her hedonistic son had loved the woman as much as he was
capable of loving anyone, but disappointing to realize that in the end, his self-absorption had won out
and he’d left Francesca behind—just as he’d done with the others.
But the past was just that—the past. There was little Emerald could do about what had taken place all
those years ago. The only thing to be done now was to forge ahead and focus her efforts on righting
things between herself and the three Garnier siblings.
“I can well understand your irritation, Lucien, but think about what I’m offering you and your brother
and sister. Each of you will receive a multimillion-dollar trust fund, as well as complete control of one
of my companies.”
“We don’t need your money or your company,” Jacques reiterated.
“I understand that you and Lucien are wealthy enough in your own right now to never want for
anything,” Emerald acknowledged, nodding. Turning her attention to her only granddaughter, she
smiled. “But what about you, darling? I’m sure your teaching salary is adequate enough to provide you
with the basics, but what I’m offering is financial security for the rest of your life. You’ll never have to
worry about taking care of yourself or your—”
“Arielle is fine,” Lucien interrupted, his glare formidable. “Jake and I have always taken care of our
sister and we always will. We’ll see that she has everything she needs.”
“And you should both be commended for the sacrifices you’ve made to raise her.” Emerald was
completely impervious to his dark expression. “After your mother’s untimely death, you not only did an
excellent job of taking care of your sister, you both held jobs, as well as finished your education. That’s
a huge undertaking for two boys barely twenty years old.”