Back in Britain my family are fighting over who’s the next Duke of Fairfax. The rules say it’s me--if I’m married. It’s not a trade-off worth making. I could never limit myself to just one woman.
Or so I thought until my world is turned upside down. Now, the only way I can save the empire I built is to inherit the title I’ve never wanted-- so I need a wife.
To take my mind off business I need a night that’s all pleasure. I need to bury myself in a stranger.
The skim of Scarlett King’s hair over my body as she bends over . . .
The scrape of her nails across my chest as she screams my name . . .
The bite of her teeth on my shoulder just as we both reach the edge . . .
It all helps me forget.
I just didn’t bargain on finding my one night stand across the boardroom table the next day.
She might be my latest conquest but I have a feeling Scarlett King might just conquer me.
A sexy, standalone romance.
- Original Title:Duke of Manhattan
- Author:Louise Bay
- Rating:8.48 / 10
Everything was better on a private plane. Flying private wasn’t something the British aristocracy did. My family would consider it too frivolous—nouveau riche, as they described it. It wasn’t the first or the last thing my family and I disagreed on—I loved everything about the experience. The way the leather seats hugged my ass. The fact that flight attendants’ skirts looked shorter and legs looked longer. Even their attention was more flirtatious.
The blonde beauty assigned to this flight dipped low to pour my water and give me a look down her blouse at her high, rounded breasts.
I appreciated the courtesy.
If I’d been going back to London under better circumstances, I might have considered seeing if her attention to detail extended to the bedroom. I liked luxuriating in a blow job and I had the feeling Melanie would be happy to make i...