Sinful Rewards 3: A Billionaires and Bikers Novella

By Cynthia Sax

Bee Carter's carefully constructed world is tumbling down around her designer knockoff heels. Pleasing others isn't working for this small-town fashionista. Bee decides to throw caution to the Chicago wind for one night and release her inner bad girl, accepting a sexy challenge from an unknown texter, exploring the backseat of a limousine with gorgeous billionaire Nicolas, and entering a rough, tough biker bar with the mysterious Hawke.

Two hot men, one wicked night. When this good girl goes wild, who will make her erotic dreams come true—the enigmatic billionaire or the tattooed bad boy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins
• Release date: Sep 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9780062354143

Cynthia Sax

Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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Dedication

To my dear, wonderful hubby for adding love and laughter to every day, to Laurie Cooper at Pub-Craft for her marketing guidance, and to ELF for ensuring Bee’s love of raspberries remained constant throughout all twelve novellas.

Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About the Author

Also by Cynthia Sax

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An Excerpt from Finding Miss McFarland by Vivienne Lorret

An Excerpt from Take the Key and Lock Her Up by Lena Diaz

An Excerpt from Dylan’s Redemption by Jennifer Ryan

An Excerpt from Sinful Rewards 1 by Cynthia Sax

An Excerpt from Whatever It Takes by Dixie Lee Brown

An Excerpt from Hard to Hold On To by Laura Kaye

An Excerpt from Kiss Me, Captain by Gwen Jones

Copyright

About the Publisher

Chapter One

THE TANTRA TWINS took turns kissing me. Cyndi wiggles on the bar stool as she relates every minute detail of last night’s sexcapades. You’d think they’d kiss the same way, being twins and everything, but nope, it was like kissing two totally different men.

While she chatters about the experience, going into graphic detail about sizes of tongues and their lip-locking techniques, my thoughts drift to my two totally different men.

Hawke, my tattooed biker, had embraced me tenderly, reverently, handling me as though I was a fragile piece of lace. His unexpected touch had melted any resistance I might have felt, lowered my defenses.

Then passion had decimated his restraint and he’d surged forward, driving my head back, dominating me, imprinting his soul on mine. I touch my lips with trembling fingertips, remembering the press of his flesh against mine, the taste of his mouth, his unique scent surrounding me.

Would Nicolas, my sophisticated billionaire, kiss as savagely? I can’t envision him losing control, growling with desire, clutching me to his hard form, his lust burning hot and bright all around me, a wildfire blazing out of control. No, Nicolas’s passion would be steady, safe, lasting, a slow, gentle kiss any sane woman would prefer.

Cyndi pauses, gazing at me expectantly.

I search my brain for something intelligent to say, having lost track of the conversation. I can’t imagine men taking turns. Both Hawke and Nicolas are too possessive to share. . .which suits me just fine. I want a man I can give my entire heart and all of my loyalty to.

That man is Nicolas. I press my lips together. I don’t know why I’m thinking of Hawke at all. He’s a one-night-stand type of man and, judging by his darkened condo, he has already left Chicago.

Because that’s what his kind do—they leave.

The Tantra twins only took turns with kissing. Cyndi grins, unaware of my inner turmoil. The eldest is an ass man. He claimed that hole immediately. My best friend squirms. Luckily, he wasn’t as big as I thought he’d be or I wouldn’t be able to walk today. Still, it was messy and—

I hold up my hands, stopping her sure-to-be disgusting description of anal sex, an act I will never ever engage in. I don’t want to hear about it. It isn’t hygienic.

It certainly wasn’t last night. Cyndi’s green eyes glitter. Isn’t it time for you to leave? she asks for the fourth time this morning, my roommate uncharacteristically concerned with my schedule today. You don’t want to be late for your own announcement.

Cyndi doesn’t care if I’m late for the announcement. She never arrives to work on time, being the heir to the candy company employing her.

I narrow my eyes, wondering what my hyperactive friend is scheming to do in my absence. Mr. Peterson is revealing the identity of the new full-time employee at two o’clock. I could walk to work and reach there in time.

Not that I’d do that. The plan had been to wake up early and impress my boss by arriving at the office before he did. Then my reward was delivered and Cyndi, my culinary-impaired friend, attempted to cook eggs. We started talking, the extra hour slipped away, and I’m now leaving at my regular time.

Good. Cyndi feigns relief as she taps her toes on the hardwood floor, her expression anxious. She wants me out of the condo for some unknown reason. Then I can tell you about last night’s mess. Thankfully, the twins rented a hotel room because after we’d eaten that big dinner, my ass—

Don’t tell me. I slap my palms over my ears, conceding defeat, not wanting to know about her ass, the state of their hotel room or the poor maid who would have to clean it. You win. I’m going to work.

If you insist. Cyndi smirks. She knows how to drive me out of the condo.

I’ll find out what you’re planning eventually, I warn. As I walk toward the door, I place my weight solely on my heels. This minimizes my shoes’ creaking, the imitation Louboutins one or two wears away from being pitched in the trash.

I’m so scared. My best friend feigns a shudder.

You’re an idiot. I laugh. I should be home at the regular time. I grab my gorgeous Salvatore Ferragamo purse, the limo chits tucked into its side pocket. Only the unsuccessful temp gets a half day.

That unsuccessful temp won’t be you. Cyndi grins.

It won’t be me. I grin back at her, my excitement bubbling over. See you later. I open the door and stride down the hallway, my heart light, my heels sinking in the thick red carpet. Finally, I’ll have a full-time job, a place where I permanently belong.

I press the button for the elevator three times, unable to contain my happiness. My smiling face reflects in the metallic doors, my joy escalated by the designer purse on my arm.

Nicolas Rainer, my sexy billionaire, must be my mysterious texter, the source of the luxurious rewards. He tests all of the people he associates with and his daily erotic challenges are exactly that—a test. He also prefers to take a limousine everywhere. He’d want that same convenience for any woman he cares for.

He cares for me. I stroke my hand over the red leather purse. Nicolas wouldn’t give me such an expensive piece of functional art if he didn’t have feelings for me. I have feelings for him, not wild, crazy, passionate feelings as I have for Hawke, but a more manageable, sane, lasting type of affection, of caring.

Because Nicolas isn’t going anywhere, unlike a certain former marine. Hawke could be repairing his pretty bike or having breakfast in a downtown diner or taking an early shift at wherever he works, but I know in my heart he’s gone, riding out of the city without a backward glance, leaving me as my dad left my mom. I expected Hawke to leave. His departure shouldn’t hurt me. Not this much.

The doors open, revealing Lona LaMarre, the high-class escort living in five oh one south, the woman who claims I’m a younger version of herself. She’s dressed impeccably, as usual, in a fabulous burgundy Chanel skirt suit. The silver necklace softening her deep-V neckline matches the silver interlocking C buttons on the jacket. A clutch purse and strappy sandals complete her stylish ensemble. Her dark hair is swept upward, and her makeup is flawless, her skin glowing under the lights.

Cyndi, my roommate, says the escort is searching for a protégée, someone to take over her lucrative client list. This someone will be challenging to find. Lona is one of the most sophisticated women I know.

Good morning. I step into the elevator car. My weight shifts and my shoes creak. Shit. That’s embarrassing. My face heats.

Good morning, Belinda. The escort’s lips twitch. She heard the awful sound yet doesn’t say anything.

I turn and face the closing doors, wanting to sink into the marble tile floor, to disappear. The button for the lobby has already been pushed, Lona anticipating my arrival. We’re both creatures of habit, finding comfort in routines.

You should consider wearing your hair down, she observes, her husky voice hinting of smoky clubs and steamy sex. Rugged men such as your Hawke often have a weakness for long hair. They find the softness irresistible.

She should know what men find irresistible. That’s her business. My lips flatten. He’s not my Hawke. He left me, as I knew he would, taking a little piece of my heart with him.

Lona laughs. Oh, hon, I know he’s yours. I saw the two of you yesterday, embracing in front of the building.

My chin jerks upward and I meet her gaze. I didn’t see you.

Her smile widens. That’s not surprising. You were wrapped up in each other, lost to the world around you, and with your purse set on the sidewalk too. She clucks her tongue. Anyone could have taken it.

Anyone didn’t. Why do I interest her? I study our reflections. Lona can’t be considering me for the role of protégée. She’s beautiful, poised, perfectly put together. I’m

Reviews for Sinful Rewards 3

[blsfan68 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Love these books. Cynthia leaves you wondering who is the mysterious man rewarding Bee, just as Bee herself is left wondering. I can't wait for the next installment to see what will happen next.

[Anne Baker · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Love, love, love this series