Romance: Hard To Love 1 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Love Dies Hard) Read Free Page A

isn’t what a good girl type would do, is it? Can I admit something to you? I don’t have sex with John, my weekend boyfriend. I do draw the line there. I couldn’t have two lovers at the same time, that wouldn’t be right. I do have a small sense of decorum. Well, I’m being honest with you about who I am. I know what I’m doing isn’t moral, but luckily I’m still single. Look at what some married people do?
    After work, I drive myself down to Marcus’ beachfront condo in Manhattan Beach. Manhattan is the happening place for singles, and Marcus has the ultimate bachelor’s pad, perfect for his seductive way of life. And seduce me he does, he puts on the right music to get me in the mood, cooks for me, which actually is the ultimate aphrodisiac in my book. Aren’t I funny, in a laugh out loud kind of way? It turns me on that he’s good in the kitchen, just like he is in the bedroom. I always bring stuff to spend the night with him. We’ve gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but I won’t leave a single thing of mine there. What I bring down with me, I pack up and take with me. This way if this ends abruptly for any reason, there’s none of this, I need to get my stuff from your place bullshit. Same with him, he’s not allowed to leave anything behind at my place. He claims he can be domesticated. He does his own laundry, keeps his condo a lot neater and tidier than my apartment and actually cooks for himself. I don’t cook and am a horrible housekeeper. I’m a messy bessy. I work such long hours, that when I get home from the office, I like to crash on the sofa and watch The Good Wife or Scandal , TV shows which depict smart, strong, high-powered career women. Women who I can admire and emulate. I love the way the lead women dress in both of these shows. Professional and classy, yet still sexy and feminine, it’s how I dress. I do get compliments from men and women alike on my sense style at the office. It gets me noticed, in a good way.
    “What’s for dinner, I’m hungry,” I ask as Marcus greets me at the door with a smoldering look and a passionate kiss.
    “Hungry for what?” he asks.
    “Food first and you second,” I tease, grabbing his cock which is hard already. He pulls me in and grabs my breast.
    “How about the other way around?” he says kissing my neck as I throw my head back and wrap my leg around him.
    “Seriously, I’m famished. I skipped lunch today,” I say.
    “Alright, let me finish cooking dinner,” Marcus says prying himself away from me and walking into the kitchen.
    “Something smells good,” I say as I scoot up and sit on the barstool in his kitchen.
    “Tacos.”
    “Mmmm, I love your tacos, they’re the best,” I say with a smile. I’m a lucky girl and I know it. Having Marcus’ undivided attention for as long as we’ve been doing this is probably a record for him. He told me as much and I believe him, judging by the dirt I heard about him before we started this ‘arrangement’. I know there was a girl from another office who he slept with and when he was done with her, she kept calling him and looking for him at office functions. I caught a glimpse of her, her name was Lucy and she was hot and sexy, just the way he likes his women. But as usual, it didn’t last long and this womanizer moved on. For some reason, I have been able to hold his attention. I think it’s because I give it right back to him, I act like I can take him or leave him. Seems to keep him coming back for more of what I’m dishing out. And I’m dishing out great sexy time. The sex between us is off the charts, for me at least. He doesn’t ever discuss his prior escapades or should I call them sexcapades.
    Over dinner, Marcus starts telling me about this pain in the ass client. I know who he is, this guy has a huge ego. I’ve had to deal with him on a few occasions and he is so sexist, doesn’t think a woman can get the job done, so he asked for Marcus to handle his account. And