Sometimes "taboo" is just another word for fear...
SHE NEEDS SECURITY
When new mother Jessica Browning gave birth to her daughter, the last thing she expected was for her husband to fall in love with the labor and delivery nurse, Bambi.
Yeah -- Bambi. Like the cliche couldn't get any worse...
Jessica's six month maternity leave was fabulous, but now that she was a single mom and needed their only income, supporting baby Sofia became even more important. Her first day back at work as a Project Manager was tougher than she expected, starting with one simple thing:
Where could she pump?
HE WANTS TO HELP HER
The company's idea of a nursing station was the bathroom. As she stood in the hallway, confused and swollen, a mysterious man led her to an empty room, a knight in shining armor -- or, at least, Armani -- who turned out to be the new owner, Antonio Bouskos.
THE Antonio Bouskos -- billionaire playboy extraordinaire, courter of princesses and fabled for his aloofness and style. When he turns his charms on Jessica and shows her exactly what he wants, soon he's drinking her in --
His intense domination arouses her as he breaks more taboos in one encounter than she's considered breaking in a lifetime. And when he promises more -- oh, so much more -- the Jessica who came to work that morning will leave a very, very different woman...
Read an excerpt from The Billionaire's Milkmaid, featuring career-minded, MBA-toting Jessica Browning, a BBW woman with a heart of gold, and playboy billionaire Antonio Bouskos, with more money than the Devil and a secret that makes him seek Jessica for her untapped reserves...
Stop that, she thought to herself, pulling her hand away reluctantly, the hot hiss of his skin still warming her. "Antonio," she said, "thank you. Where is the room?" If she said more she knew she would blurt out something stupid, words that would reveal what she was really thinking and feeling right now, and if she slipped she would look like a fool.
Or worse. Who was this guy in the corporate structure? She'd never met him, and although she'd been gone for six months, she had worked here for seven years before going out on maternity leave.
"Jessica, you work in advertising, yes?" he asked as they walked down a flight of stairs and he opened the landing door for her. "The room is right this way," he explained. As she passed him she swore he inhaled deeply, making her swallow around the lump of desire that formed in her throat. Taking an unsteady breath, she tried to answer him, the heat between her legs making rational thought nearly impossible.
"Yes. I'm a project manager. PMP." She paused and looked him in the eye, some sense finally restored to her. "And what do you do?"
He laughed, flashing very white, perfectly straight teeth, and a face that looked as if he spent summers aboard a yacht in the Mediterranean. She imagined him, brown-chested on the deck of a boat, white, open shirt blowing behind him as he captained the boat, not a care in the world. "Ah, what do I do? I, actually, do nothing here." Now he shot her an impish look and she was wordless once more.
She frowned. "You're a client?" What was a client doing showing her around the building, taking her to a breast pump room? This was starting to get creepy, and yet it wasn't, because Antonio made her want to do things. Naughty things. Acts she'd only read about in books or devoured on her Kindle. He represented a little something - no, a lot something - she couldn't even touch in real life. Smooth skin and a heated look, though, were right here, aimed at her. The cognitive dissonance was too much as her mind and her core fought for control, lust starting to win out as she heated up. She felt discombobulated and was determined to let a little common sense click in, to try to get herself reined in.
"No. I am the owner. Hence," he smirked, "I do nothing."
About Meghan Boehners
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Published October 4, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.