Mr. Young (Billionaire Boss) Complete Series

By Katelyn Skye

Constance Green thinks working as a Personal Assistant for a billionaire is going to be a grind. Little does she know just how much grinding her hips will be doing!

Story 1 - Seducing Mr Young

Constance Green is less than enthusiastic about going for an interview at Young Towers. However, she soon changes her mind when she catches sight of the handsome and enigmatic boss Antony Young. As she accepts the position, she finds herself taking on positions she never dreamed of.

Story Two – Passion in Paris

A business trip to Paris turns into something much more appealing when Connie accompanies her boss to the romantic capital.

Connie is torn between her duties as a Personal Assistant and her feelings for her boss when she is whisked away on a seemingly innocent business trip. With Antony seemingly intent to ignore her in public, can she get over her double life and learn to live with her boss as her lover?

Story Three – Working Relationship

A former lover comes into work and play in the lives of Connie and Antony. Can their P.A. and Boss relationship survive this reminder of the past? Or will it break apart the passionate couple forever?

The tangled love-lives of Antony and Connie and throw into turmoil when Julia, Antony’s old flame appears on the scene. She’s not just there to stir things up – Connie is expected to work with her every day! With jealous tempers rising on each side, what can Connie use to keep Antony sweet and seductive?

Story Four – A New Proposal

With a new proposal on the horizon and the promise of new and better things to come, Connie is forced to choose a life for herself – but will Antony be in it?

The question has been asked and the diamond produced, but is Connie willing to leave her ordinary life behind? As jealous eyes and evil mouths spread rumours about the couple, Connie finds herself unable to face the backlash at work, putting greater distance between herself and Antony. Will they get their happy ending?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wild Hearts Romance
• Release date: Apr 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301780686

Katelyn Skye

Katelyn Skye began her creative career very young, writing little romantic poems that she was too afraid to show to anybody. After graduating from high school and getting admitted into college, her poems slowly developed into longer verses and eventually into little stories that she finally allowed others to read.They eventually matured, as she did, to romances filled with the wildest fancies of her imagination. As her own sex life flourished, so did the lives of her characters and her stories became edgier, more alive than ever before.Katelyn Skye endeavors to give her readers the most modern and contemporary romance tales for women. She writes strong, independent female characters who either learn to, or are not afraid to experience all that life has to give.

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Mr Young: Seducing Mr. Young

Katelyn Skye

Published by Katelyn Skye

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Copyright © 2013 Katelyn Skye

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Table of Contents:

Book 1: Seducing Mr. Young

Book 2: Passion in Paris

Book 3: Working Relationship

Book 4: A New Proposal

Book 1: Seducing Mr. Young

Prelude

She felt him bouncing off her buttocks rhythmically with a half-embarrassing ‘slap’ sound every time his skin smacked against hers. She grit her teeth as she thought about how long she had been on all fours, leaning forwards on her elbows as the man behind her drove inside her over and over again. As usual, she felt very little. It was the end of University, and Connie had treated herself to a ‘final fling’ with Joel – apparently the most handsome and reputable lover on campus. She had, with the arrogance of a woman in her final year of study, merely asked him back to hers, no preliminaries, no strings. And things had started well enough… Joel was a careful lover that was for sure. He treated Connie as though she was made of glass; peeling off her trousers, shirt and underwear so delicately she felt gooseflesh rising on her skin. He teased over her rising flesh with his breath and his tongue, lapping at her stiffening nipples and making her gasp. She felt reassured that the evening was finally going to be worth her while.

Connie had had so many disappointments over the years. Men who finished too quickly, men who never finished at all and those who seemed to think her orgasm was simply an added bonus, if it happened at all. Joel, she had hoped, was going to be a wonderful exception.

She had felt herself becoming wet and ready almost immediately – and she loved the twitch of her partner’s cock as he took in the sight of her wet, open and pink sex. She welcomed him in, but there the journey ended. It was as though Joel had never heard of her clitoris, never considered the rhythm she might enjoy, and just like the multitude of lovers she had enjoyed through University, she found the man set on his single-minded journey to his own satisfaction, with hers just a memory of a forgotten promise. Just once, she would have liked to finish her evening on a high.

She was disappointed, once again. She grit her teeth as the almost sensation-less encounter came to a close. Joel shuddered and gasped and collapsed onto her back and she let her knees give way, ignoring the kisses and caresses. She just felt empty – the emptiness of her soul as well as the emptiness of her sex. As Joel’s body went slack, she glanced over at her desk and the job offer that had landed on her doormat just that morning. Maybe in the big city, she could forget about men, forget about those who did not satisfy her.

Or maybe the city held promise of finding the real Mr. Right.

Chapter One

Constance Green rode the elevator up and up and up. Through the sheer glass walls she could see the blurred mirage of the city fly past her, and then dip below as she rose higher above the smaller office blocks that clustered around Young Towers.

Young Towers was the shining beacon of the City. It attracted unsolicited jobseekers on a daily basis and the bosses had their pick of the talent rolling in from the Universities, Colleges and graduate programs the world over. But Connie was no young go-getter. She had not even been on a graduate program. She was clean out of University with a communications degree fresh in her folder. She was not at Young Towers to beg for a job, either. Unlike most of their staff, Connie had actually been invited to apply – the mark of her success at getting the highest marked Double First in the country. The job, however, did not seem as glamorous as she had initially hoped. Firstly, she had to make her own way from the train station, through the Metro tunnels and then to the Towers. And then there was the job’s title: Personal Assistant. Had she spent four years of her life studying just to be fetching some rich, spoilt man coffee?

The elevator doors opened silently and she walked out into a plush lobby with real wood floors and expensive-looking leather sofas dotted here and there. There was an enormous desk at the far end of the lobby and Connie walked up to it, feeling uneasy in her high-street skirt and Sunday shoes. There was a woman typing at the desk and she showed no sign of stopping what she was doing as Connie approached.

Excuse me? Connie tried politely. The woman continued typing but made a noise that sounded very much like ‘hm?’

I’m here for an interview at eleven o’clock, Connie went on. The woman held out one hand and continued typing with the other. Connie put the appointment card into the woman’s palm, which she glanced at lazily.

I see. Welcome to Young Towers, the woman said, her fingers a blur. You are a little early, so please take a seat… she motioned with her eyes at the closest sofa. Connie sat on the thick, sweet-smelling leather and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The skyline was breathtaking. Maybe she could stand to be a P.A if she had a view like this every day.

Constance Green? a voice next to her made her look up at a short man dressed in a suit and wearing a pair of bookish glasses.

That’s me, she said, standing and holding her