Sinful Rewards 8: A Billionaires and Bikers Novella

By Cynthia Sax

Bee Carter is no longer torn between her handsome billionaire and her tattooed bad-boy biker. After enjoying mind-melting, world-tilting sex and experiencing the pleasure of waking in her man's arms, she has finally made her choice.

Or has she?

A violent early morning confrontation pits biker against billionaire and results in a shocking proposal: the discarded man is willing to overlook Bee's wild night with his rival in order to win her love. He will sacrifice his pride, his heart, and everything he holds dear to have her.

Bee is unmoved by the offer … until the man she's chosen encourages her to accept.

Now Bee is yet again faced with an impossible decision: Does she pursue the man she craves, who has rejected her love, or does she settle for the man who will do anything for her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins
• Release date: Feb 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9780062354242

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 being my biggest supporter, to N.J. Walters for being a great writer and an even better friend (congrats on making the bestseller lists, girl!), and to Lisa at Tasty Book Tours for treating my blog and review buddies right. I love you all!

Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About the Author

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An Excerpt from Sinful Rewards 1 by Cynthia Sax

An Excerpt from Forbidden by Charlotte Stein

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Copyright

About the Publisher

Chapter One

THE WARM BLANKET draped across my shoulders lifts and cool air sweeps over my bare skin, the abrupt change in temperature wrenching me from a Hawke-filled erotic dream. I mumble my discontent into a pillow, unwilling to open my eyes and face the day ahead of me.

Yesterday was a disaster. Because of her association with me, the whore of Chicago, my best friend was disowned by her wealthy family. Cyndi lost her job, leaving both of us unemployed, and her dad plans to evict us today. I’ve received no interviews, not one glimmer of hope to offset this financial devastation.

Life is becoming more and more complicated. I grip my man-scented pillow tighter, adrift on a sea of uncertainty, the waves of responsibility pulling me under the surface. My mom depends on my income to pay her rent. Cyndi will require cash to fund the business we plan to start together. The five thousand dollars I received from Lona will only cover a fraction of these expenses. I don’t know where I’ll find the additional money.

The crinkling of a package breaks the silence. This noise is followed by a softly spoken curse, the tones deep, masculine, unmistakably familiar.

Hawke’s presence temporarily soothes my aggravation, distracting me from my problems. He hasn’t abandoned me as my dad deserted my mom, leaving her to deal with her pregnancy, her poverty, her challenges alone.

Hawke isn’t flush with cash. My former marine’s job as a security professional doesn’t pay much. But the little he has, he offered to share with us, opening his sparsely furnished company-owned condo to Cyndi and me.

I sigh, my chest rising and falling. We won’t be homeless, living on the streets in a cardboard box, showering in opened fire hydrants, forced to transport our designer fashions in shopping carts borrowed from a grocery store.

We’ll have a place to stay, as long as Hawke doesn’t leave me. I stretch out my legs, my right foot connects with firm muscle, and I relax. He’s here with me. I dig my toes into his skin, holding on to him, my rock, my mountain.

The mattress dips. Your feet are chilly, love. He encircles my waist with one of his big arms, pulling me back against his unyielding wall of a chest. I’ll warm you. His heat and distinctive scent, a heady combination of leather, engine grease, and man, engulfs me.

Mmm . . . I wiggle into his body, brushing my ass against latex-covered hardness again and again, teasing him until he groans in my ear, the sound sending tremors of anticipation down my spine.

Bad sweetheart. Hawke cups my left breast with one of his coarse, calloused palms, and squeezes. I buck, unable to remain still, and his grip on me intensifies, allowing no escape.

You’re wild, my military man murmurs against my shoulder, the stubble on his chin escalating the fires building within me. Nicolas, the billionaire I thought I’d wanted, had said something similar when I kissed him, except his words had dripped with disapproval. Hawke, in contrast, encourages my inner pervert, embraces me, celebrating my lack of inhibitions.

Open for me, he commands, wedging one thigh between mine, not waiting for my compliance. His condom-covered shaft slides along my wet pussy lips, his tip nudges my clit, and we moan, his baritone underlying my higher pitch.

The full-body contact is delicious. His chest presses against my back. His rigid cock lies snug along my soft flesh. But this no longer satisfies me. Hawke showed me last night how good sex between us could be.

Craving that bliss, that connection, I rock. He retaliates, pinching and plucking at my taut nipples, each twinge of sweet pain driving my passion upward, toward the finely crafted ceiling moldings.

God. I wiggle with happiness. He knows how to touch me, having watched me pleasure myself. He’s learned all of my secrets.

Most of my secrets. Hawke doesn’t realize this is a temporary arrangement, that I can’t link my life to a man who equates wealth with danger, I can’t accept a future filled with financial uncertainty, not belonging, fitting in anywhere.

I reach behind me and grip his hip, urging him to move faster, to erase the grim thoughts from my overactive brain. Hawke chuckles, his lips hot and firm against my left earlobe, and he increases his pace, fucking me without entry, skin smacking against skin, warmth radiating from the points of connection.

It isn’t enough, not nearly enough. I arch, needing him inside me, filling me, strengthening the link I’ve always experienced with him. Hawke, I plea, past the point of shame.

Open your eyes, Belinda. His voice rumbles over me, curling my toes, drawing more moisture from my core.

No. I shake my head, bumping backward against him, attempting to take what I want, what I need. If I don’t open my eyes, I can remain in bed, avoid my ever-growing list of responsibilities.

Hawke flips me onto my back. My eyelids flutter and I squeeze them shut, as stubborn as he is. Open them, he repeats, his tone as hard as his cock.

Can’t make me, I grumble, reaching blindly for him. My fingers touch scarred ridges marring smooth skin, and the tension inside me builds even more.

You’re not a morning person, he states, laughter lilting his words.

Thank you, Captain Obvious. My bitchy remark pulls another chuckle from his throat. I need you. Fuck me already. I push upward, slapping our bodies together.

Hawke lowers his body, pressing his hips against mine, pushing the length of his shaft against my feminine folds, pinning my ass to the mattress. I’m captured completely, unable to move, at my military man’s mercy. The bastard.

I won’t take you while you’re sleeping, he states. You should know what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with.

My lips twist. I had to fall in lust with a former marine. You’re too damn honorable. I open my eyes and blink, the room’s brightness sucking all of the impact from my skewering glare.

The first thing I see when my vision adjusts is Hawke’s lopsided grin, the flash of white teeth in a stubble-covered face, his square chin, flattened nose, glimmering blue eyes. His blunt savage countenance captivates me. I could look at him forever.

And this scares the shit out of me.

You like that I’m honorable, Hawke replies, no doubt in his voice.

I do, too damn much. You’re an extremely ugly man, I retort, my rudeness shocking even myself.

Anyone else would be hurt by my comment. My big idiot laughs, his chest shaking, the wings inked across his collarbone fluttering. You’re priceless, love. His cock head rubs against my clit, increasing my frustration.

Stop laughing. I slap the USMC tattooed over his left pec, leaving a pink handprint on his tanned skin. You said you’d fuck me if I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes. I glower at him. Why am I still empty? I wiggle, unable to move him.

For a good girl, you’re very demanding. He brushes his lips over mine.

I chase his kiss, unable to snare him. You know I’m not a good girl, and my impatience is all your fault. I slap his chest again, aggravated by his lack of movement. When you touch me, I lose control. I want. I need.

I blow out my breath, exasperated. This craving I feel for him was supposed to lessen with each sexual encounter, not increase. How will I ever be free of him?

I gaze upward at his rugged face, all of my carefully crafted plans scattered by this massive man. Hawke, this was—

He covers my lips, swallowing my misgivings, erasing my worry that fucking him was a mistake. I open to him and he surges inside, conquering my mouth as he won over my body, my mind, my soul, allowing no retreat and no resistance. Our tongues touch, twirl, entwine. I cling to his nape, holding on to him, trusting him to be my anchor in a heaving storm of change, to be here when I need him.

Hawke strokes into me, surely, steadily, each invasion of his tongue stealing more and more tension from my shoulders, turning my frustration into joy. My lips hum and my mind spins. I undulate against him, tempting my unyielding military man, caressing him with my entire form, my nipples grazing his chest, my pussy lips hugging his shaft.

He takes one of my hands, lowers it to his shaft, curls my fingers

Reviews for Sinful Rewards 8

[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.