His Special Proposal: The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest - Book 3: The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest, #3

By Lydia Layne

Book Three in the His Curvy Conquest Trilogy!

Cassie James is a curvy girl with a crappy job. As an administrative assistant at Reed Technologies, the highlight of her day is getting a glimpse of the company's founder, sexy billionaire David Reed. But when a special assignment sends Cassie on a personal errand for Mr. Reed, things get a little more personal than she expects.

Sparks fly between the young, submissive woman and her handsome, dominating boss, and Cassie soon falls hard for the mysterious Mr. Reed. Even though she knows that she's just a plus-size prop in his sexy game of seduction, she can't resist the dark and demanding billionaire.

Except, David Reed has secrets. Secrets that make her question their unconventional arrangement. Secrets that make her wonder what kind of game he's really playing...and whether her heart will ultimately survive.

This steamy, suspenseful BBW billionaire romance features red hot passion between a rich alpha male and the curvy woman he just can't resist. 

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Cassie and Mr. Reed's BDSM romance unfolds over three volumes, which are all available on Google Play:

The Billionaire's Special Project

The Billionaire's Special Seduction

The Billionaire's Special Proposal

• Language: English
• Publisher: Uncommon Publishing Group
• Release date: Feb 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9798215975206

Lydia Layne

Lydia Layne is an author of steamy romance. She loves writing stories that give her readers a sexy escape from their everyday lives. *~*~* Join my mailing list and be among the first to know about new releases, sales and promotions: http://eepurl.com/bdvDYb *~*~* Have something you want to say or share? Email me at [e-mail].  

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His Special Proposal is Part Three in the His Curvy Conquest Trilogy by Lydia Layne. Cassie and Mr. Reed’s romance begins in His Special Project and continues in His Special Seduction. This Trilogy is complete – all three parts are now available!

About this Story

Cassie James is a curvy girl with a crappy job. As an administrative assistant at Reed Technologies, the highlight of her day is getting a glimpse of the company’s founder, sexy billionaire David Reed. But when a special assignment sends Cassie on a personal errand for Mr. Reed, things get a little more personal than she expects.

Sparks fly between the young, submissive woman and her handsome, dominating boss, and Cassie soon falls hard for the mysterious Mr. Reed. Even though she knows that she's just a plus-size prop in his sexy game of seduction, she can’t resist the dark and demanding billionaire.

Except, David Reed has secrets. Secrets that make her question their unconventional arrangement. Secrets that make her wonder what kind of game he's really playing...and whether her heart will ultimately survive.

This steamy, suspenseful BBW romance features red hot passion between a rich alpha male and the curvy woman he just can’t resist!

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The Billionaire’s Special Proposal

"D on’t think, my sweet , curvy Cassie. Close your eyes and simply feel."

Chapter 1

Through hazy pain, I heard the knock on my door and managed to call out a ragged, It’s open.

My eyes were closed and I smelled Mr. Reed’s delicious cologne even before I sensed him standing over me in my small apartment.

I’m not amused, Miss James, he said. He sounded annoyed. You’re not even showered and dressed. Where are your bags? I realize that we’ll be taking my private jet to the Caribbean, but flight plans still need to be submitted and followed. Now is not the time for tardiness. Or games.

A wave of pain pierced my abdomen and I moaned, but not in the sexy way that Mr. Reed liked.

While staying curled up in a fetal position, I leaned over the side of the couch and dry-heaved into the bucket next to me. After several hours of pain, nausea and vomiting, there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up.

You’re ill, he said.

If I wasn’t in so much pain I would have said something snarky, like: No shit, Sherlock.

He sat down on the edge of the couch and I felt his hand on my sweaty forehead. You’re quite warm, Miss James.

Another no shit moment for my dominating, billionaire boss, David Reed.

I knew that comforting sick people wasn’t something he did very often. Or ever.  But, really?

That’s all he could think of to say?

You’re quite warm, Miss James.

I’m pretty sure I had passed quite warm three or four hours ago and was sitting solidly in the burning up zone. I had tried taking some aspirin to lower my temperature, but the small, white pills had come right back up.

I had been fine at work yesterday and while finishing up my shopping for our trip. But shortly after grabbing a quick bite to eat before packing, my stomach had started bothering me. When I threw up my dinner, I wondered if I had gotten food poisoning.

As the evening wore on, the pain in my gut worsened and my thinking got cloudier.

At some point, I thought about calling my mom, but I didn’t want to worry her. Besides, Mr. Reed and I were heading to the Caribbean the next day. He was picking me up at noon. If my mom was here, that would be kind of awkward.

Clearly, my judgement was just as cloudy as my ability to think.

I clutched my stomach as another wave of pain and nausea washed over me.

Where does it hurt, Cassie? Mr. Reed asked.

This time, his voice was gentle. And I knew by the use of my first name that he was really, truly concerned. The only time he called me Cassie was when his emotions were running high.

Like in the middle of mind-blowing sex.

Without opening my eyes, I pointed to my stomach before leaning over and dry-heaving again.

Mr. Reed got up from the couch and I had a moment of panic. Please don’t leave me, I whispered.

His fingers caressed my cheek and he brushed the sweat-matted hair from my eyes. Never, my sweet. I’m going to call an ambulance. We need to get you to the hospital.

My feverish mind drifted while Mr. Reed talked on his phone.

I thought about our fake relationship, which was becoming more real to me every day.

I thought about our amazing night together in his penthouse apartment.

I thought about Mr. Reed’s secrets.

And I thought about the recent confidential memo he had left me that had stopped me from confronting him about those secrets.

I had memorized this memo, just like the ones before it.

TO KEEP UP APPEARANCES, I’ve planned a romantic get-away to a private island resort in the Caribbean. It’s so private that even the paparazzi won’t be able to reach us.

If you’re naughty, there will be no one to hear your cries of passion when I punish you.

For the record, Miss James, I expect you to be extremely naughty.

WITH THOSE FIRST FEW lines of his memo, Mr. Reed had me both intrigued and aroused. He was taking me on vacation to somewhere private? Where we could have sex any time of the day or night – without the distractions of work?

I couldn’t wait, and was already thinking up ways to earn Mr. Reed’s very special punishment!

YOU WILL NEED TO PURCHASE resort attire, of course. I prefer dresses.

Without undergarments.

I want to see your nipples stiffen against the fabric of your dress when I inadvertently brush my arm against your breasts, or when the breeze incidentally caresses your skin.

I want to know that, whether we’re lounging or dining or simply taking a walk, there is nothing between your soft, creamy thighs except warm, salty air.

I want to know