Sinful Rewards 6: A Billionaires and Bikers Novella

By Cynthia Sax

Bee Carter has spent a lifetime creating her good-girl persona. Three harsh words uttered in anger shred this carefully crafted façade, testing her relationships.

Nicolas, her handsome billionaire, is hiding a decades-old secret. Bee's scandal will draw unwanted attention to his dark past, placing the real estate empire he's built and the employees he manages in peril. Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker, protects the rich and famous. His high-profile clients won't want their bodyguard to be linked to Chicago's wild woman.

Both men desire her, craving her touch with a white-hot passion, but who will risk everything to stand by her side—her biker or her billionaire?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins
• Release date: Dec 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9780062354204

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 supporting me in this crazy adventure, to my newsletter subscribers for appreciating my dirty jokes, and to book blogger and reviewer buddies for believing in Sinful Rewards.

Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

About the Author

Also by Cynthia Sax

An Excerpt from An Heiress for All Seasons by Sophie Jordan

An Excerpt from Intrusion by Charlotte Stein

An Excerpt from Can’t Wait by Jennifer Ryan

An Excerpt from The Laws of Seduction by Gwen Jones

An Excerpt from Sinful Rewards 1 by Cynthia Sax

An Excerpt from Sweet Cowboy Christmas by Candis Terry

Copyright

About the Publisher

Chapter One

YESTERDAY, MY WORLD fell apart, shattering into a million jagged pieces. Standing near the window in the main room of the condo, I gaze down at the park, a sliver of green situated between the three buildings. Men wearing hard helmets and hideous orange fluorescent vests saw and hack at Nicolas’s beloved tree, the tree my billionaire built the luxurious condominium complex around.

The majestic maple stood tall for over a century, its roots secured by the rich, dark soil, its trunk too wide for me to encircle with my arms. One storm, a single bolt of lightning, destroyed it, toppling it to the ground.

At yesterday’s lunch, one wrong sentence, three ugly words, obliterated my carefully crafted good-girl persona, putting my dream of a forever love in jeopardy. I’m now labeled a whore by Chicago’s polite society.

For some wondrous reason, Nicolas, my reputation-conscious executive, is overlooking this mistake and has arranged to meet with me in a couple of minutes. Hawke, my tattooed biker, went one step further, claiming partial responsibility for my downfall.

I glance at Hawke’s balcony, the outdoor space empty, devoid of my nude military man. He had a work emergency early this morning, leaving my bed at daybreak.

My palm closes around my phone. I shouldn’t have allowed Hawke to sleep over. If Nicolas finds out about his visit, he’ll assume we had sex, think I betrayed him, and end our relationship.

I certainly shouldn’t call Hawke, shouldn’t encourage him, shouldn’t prolong an affair that has no future, but I can’t stop myself. I press his number.

He answers after three rings. Are you missing me, love? Hawke’s deep voice curls my bare toes, my body humming with awareness. Sirens wail and men shout in the background.

I didn’t notice you were gone, I lie, and he chuckles, not believing my bullshit. My former marine knows I miss him, that I yearn for the press of his hard muscle against my soft curves, his unique scent—a mixture of leather, engine grease, and man—filling my nostrils, the rasp of his stubble against my skin.

The sirens grow louder and my heart beats faster. What’s happening? Are you in trouble? Will I be spending the windfall from Lona’s lunch on lawyers and bail money?

The background noise disappears. It’s video feed, not live, Hawke assures me, and the tension in my shoulders eases. We have more work to do tonight. He says this as though we’re a team, assuming I’ll help him. My chest warms, the sense of belonging appealing to me too damn much.

It’s a foolish reaction, as Hawke isn’t the man for me. Last night, my meltdown about the power outage and the possible rodent invasion proved this. He can’t afford the lifestyle I require to feel safe. We have no future, yet I can’t hurt him, can’t keep secrets from him.

Nicolas is coming over, I blurt. He needs somewhere quiet to take a nap, and I volunteered my bed. No one will find him here.

I can find him there, Hawke growls, his baritone rolling through my body.

But you won’t, I retort, his reaction thrilling me. He wants me, would fight to keep me. You won’t visit and you won’t call. Nicolas is exhausted. He needs to sleep.

There’s a long stretch of toe-tapping silence. I press my lips together, smothering my bizarre urge to apologize, to offer more explanations.

Is that all he’ll be doing, sweetheart—sleeping? Hawke finally asks, his voice scarily soft.

We won’t be having sex, if that’s what you’re worried about, I reply, having no doubts about this prediction. Nicolas knows I’m a good girl.

And you don’t lose control with him. Hawke’s smug tone implies my lack of restraint when I’m with him is a good thing.

The opposite is true, the passion I feel for Hawke making me nervous. He tempts me to deviate from my plan, to walk away from Nicolas, my constant, steady billionaire, to risk security for a wild whirlwind romance.

He can sleep in our bed, Hawke concedes.

It’s my bed, not our bed, and I wasn’t asking you for permission, I mutter, titillated by his audacity. I called because I don’t want you interrupting Nicolas’s nap.

Liar. Hawke laughs and a tremor of awareness shoots along my spine, the connection between us strengthening with every encounter. You called because you missed me, because you know in your heart you’re mine.

No, I whisper, unable to accept this truth, to accept a future filled with minimum-wage jobs, poverty, rodent-infested apartments, a cycle of evictions.

You’re mine and I’m yours, love. Hawke’s words are heavy with desire. I miss you, every inch of your beautiful self. I still feel your wet heat against me, the way your body cradled mine. I taste the sweetness of your mouth, hear your sexy little pants when you’re about to come, how you call my name as you writhe under me.

My nipples tighten, aching for his touch, yearning for his rough hands against my sensitive skin. We can’t do that again. My words lack conviction, my need for him numbing my brain.

We will do that again, Hawke vows. Once my work is done, I’ll please you, make you scream my name.

Can I wait that long? I squeeze my right breast, the breast he marked with his teeth, seeking to alleviate my building need. My feeble attempt at self-pleasuring has no impact. I hunger for his sure fingers on my nipples, his hot mouth covering my curves.

Hawke. My voice is husky with passion. I—

The doorbell chimes and I swallow a groan. Nicolas is here. I move toward the door. I have to go.

Call if you need me, Hawke urges. Anytime. I’m here for you, love. He tells me what I want to hear, that I’m his priority, his everything.

There’s a click followed by silence. I clip the phone to my waistband, my movements sharp. Hawke has left me sexually frustrated, wanting him. Damn him.

I take a deep breath, count to five, and exhale, seeking to dampen my unruly desires. Nicolas is my priority. He’s the man I need, the man I should want. I fix a smile on my face and swing the door open.

My smile wavers. Nicolas’s face is pale, his black hair mussed, shadows hugging his dark eyes and stubble covering his jaw. His previously immaculate black suit is rumpled, his forest green tie loosened. My beautiful billionaire looks like hell.

Bee. Nicolas sighs, his chest rising and falling, and he says nothing more. He’s past the point of making sense, too exhausted for words, having stayed awake all night dealing with the power outage.

Come in. I grab his hand and pull him into the condo, marching him toward my bedroom. His skin is warm and smooth, lacking Hawke’s creases and calluses. Where is your phone?

Nicolas holds out the device, his hand shaking. I grip the phone and glance at the screen. Good. I nod. It’s turned off. You won’t need it for at least an hour.

Twenty minutes, Nicolas mumbles. Must work. He stumbles over nothing, tugging on my arm, relying on me to keep him upright.

You must sleep. I pull back the covers on my bed, the sheets clean, freshly changed, smelling of the lemon-scented laundry detergent. Take off your jacket. I set Nicolas’s phone on the nightstand, next to Hawke’s emergency lantern.

My billionaire struggles with the garment. I cluck my tongue and help him, placing his jacket temporarily on the foot of the bed. His white shirt clings to his broad shoulders.

Come closer, I command. Nicolas obeys, dipping his head, and I remove his tie, sliding the strip of decadent silk around his neck. I flick the top button of his shirt open, revealing a V of tanned flesh. My tongue skims over my bottom lip, the temptation to

Reviews for Sinful Rewards 6

[pcorrea3-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Freaking awesome.... Love the cliffhangers at the end of each book...make me beg for more!!!

IN this edition.... we find out what the outcome of that lunch with Lona is. Well, we knew it was going to be bad, but wow, the things that are said and done are going to either drive Nicholas away, or make him realize that Bee is not such a 'good girl' like he thinks. When the shit hits the fan, as it always does, Bee turn to Hawke. He is always there for her, willing to kill for her, she needs to just hurry up and realize that he is the one for her. (My opinion)

Cyndi comes back in this edition...her wild weekend with Cole in California finally comes to an end. We get a glimpse into Cyndi's head and her insecurities and need for love.

Cynthia did it again!!! I love this story and eagerly await for the next installment to show up on my Kindle.