DARK DESIRE (snowed in with the billionaire #2) (billionaire erotic romance)

This book is a work of fiction.  Any
references to historical events, real people, or real locales are
used fictitiously.  Other names, characters, places, and
incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any
resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead,
is entirely coincidental.

First electronic edition
December 2012

Copyright © 2012 by Karolyn
James at Smashwords

All rights reserved, including the right of
reproduction in whole or in part of any form.

-Praise for Karolyn James-

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Falling for the Billionaire

The sex is hot.

Once again the sex scenes are sizzling.

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Serve His Needs

I don't write reviews but for this book I had
to say something this time. I just fell in love with this book, the
characters and author.

The different sex scenes with Alexander
participating in the flesh or not could make a girl forget her
name.

The sex scene in the limo was smoking.

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For His Taste

"...this book was one of my favorites."

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His Needs, Her Curves

“...the attraction they feel for each other
does not only lead to dynamite sex but is the beginning of two
souls healing...a good book with a nice plot.”

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DARK DESIRE

(snowed in with the billionaire #2)

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Truth and passion

Now that Stephanie knows one of Nathaniel
Anders' secrets, she feels closer to him, more attracted to him...
more willing to enjoy his sexy command and domination. Outside, the
winter storm rages on, bringing more wind, more snow, and Stephanie
and Nathaniel must survive by candlelight.

The storm, the darkness

Nathaniel decides to enjoy Stephanie and test
her in ways she had never been. With a quick breath, their
candlelight is gone, leaving a darkness that makes Stephanie want
to shiver. That is, until she feels Nathaniel's touch. In the
darkness, they come together... again and again...

Pushed too far

It is only just beginning for Stephanie. When
Nathaniel pushes her to the brink, she's left with a choice. The
door to Wolf Top Lodge is open, the snow and wind battling to come
in. Stephanie can stay under Nathaniel's dominating command or she
can face the cruel weather outside. No matter the choice, she
wonders how she will survive...

(1)

The minutes started to add up, collapsing
into hours. Even in the company of Nathaniel Anders, the
billionaire CEO of HanAn, known to employees as Mr. Nate, Stephanie
still felt uneasy. She still hated storms and she still hated
looking to the windows only to see a deathly blackness. Being high
up in the mountains at what was supposed to be a business meeting
at Wolf Top Lodge, they lacked streetlights, power lines, vehicles,
and other houses; anything that would give some kind of light or
indication of life.

Then again, the power was out. After a
couple minutes of gentle flickering, giving Stephanie hope that it
would return, it cut out and stayed that way.

Nathaniel’s warm, sexual hands ran down her
arms to her hands, his fingers interlocking with hers for a few
seconds.

“All mine,” he whispered into her ear before
tasting her neck again.

Stephanie had never met such a sexually
aggressive man before, let alone a man as hot or rich as Nathaniel.
She never let herself be opened this way either. Two people stuck
in the lodge for the weekend with a large snow storm passing
through, it was no wonder that
something
would happen.
Stephanie just never thought it would happen this fast, this
intense, and this damn good.

“But you’re my boss,” Stephanie said, unsure
if she was talking to Nathaniel, herself, or just stating the
obvious out loud.

After Nathaniel’s pleasure filled touch from
the bathtub to the bed, Stephanie learned he was the one who set up
the business meeting this weekend. He was the one who ran HanAn,
the company Stephanie worked as a temp for. She had come to,
hopefully, cement a full time job. But all that happened so far was
that Nathaniel –
Mr. Nate
– cemented his command on
Stephanie.

And she accepted it.

And she enjoyed it.

“I am your boss,” Nathaniel said. “Now start
listening to me.”

His hands forced Stephanie’s hands to her
hips. He moved up and down, gently caressing Stephanie with her own
hands, the only added touched from Nathaniel being his fingertips.
He took deep breaths, letting his warm breath dance along
Stephanie’s shoulder and back. It made her shiver, an erotic pulse
tingling through her entire body. She blinked and tried to focus at
the mirror but saw nothing.

It was as black as black could be.

It had been for a little while now… maybe
five minutes, maybe an hour. All sense of time and surrounding was
gone for Stephanie, the only focus she could grasp, was the feeling
in her body.

And the feel of Nathaniel enjoying her soft,
warm skin.

He guided Stephanie’s hand around to the
front of her legs. He squeezed, making Stephanie moan, and
continued to move. As his hands turned hers, she felt her
fingertips moving between her legs. As an instinctive, sexual need,
Stephanie parted her legs, exposing herself to the darkness and the
coming touch of herself and Nathaniel.

He moved to the inside of her legs and
slowly up, teasing as he made his way to her moist sex. Nathaniel
let out a long groan as their fingers touched Stephanie’s tender
skin.

“Oh, Steph,” he whispered. His teeth then
nibbled at her earlobe.

Stephanie cried out and bent her knees,
wanting Nathaniel back inside her. She’d take anything he had to
offer… fingers, tongue,
himself
…

“Yes,” she said. “Keep going, please.”

Nathaniel moved her left hand back to the
inside of her leg but kept her right hand at her slit.

“Tell me who you are,” he said.

Nathaniel insisted on calling Stephanie
Steph
, a name she had loathed up until Nathaniel had himself
buried inside her body, thrusting, pleasuring, and forcing her to
be his Steph.

“I’m yours,” Stephanie said with a moan.

Nathaniel came up with his hand on
Stephanie’s, then curled his fingers except his pointer finger. He
touched her outer wetness, her tender skin so sensitive.

He stopped.

“I know you’re mine,” Nathaniel said. “But
who are you
?”

There was a growl in his voice, the obvious
annoyance that he had to ask the same question twice. Even in the
dark his command was intense. When Stephanie didn’t answer right
away, Nathaniel quickly moved her other hand up and placied her
fingers to her lips. He moved around them, grunting and thrusting
his body at hers. She felt his rippling muscle and thickness
between his legs touching her.

She whimpered and sighed.

“I need to hear it,” Nathaniel said. “Who
are you. Who you are for me, right now.”

“Yours,” Stephanie said. “I swear it… I’m
yours…
your Steph
…”

Nathaniel moaned in relief and gently
laughed. He placed Stephanie’s hand to her chest, just above her
right breast. His hand squeezed tight on her hand.

“Good girl,” he said.

Stephanie opened her mouth to say something
– she didn’t know what – and Nathaniel came up, forcing his finger
and Stephanie’s finger into her dampened sex. She could feel the
difference between her finger and his finger. It didn’t really
mattered though because the pleasure soared through her.

Nathaniel kept complete control as he slid
deeper, as far as he could reach in his position. He then came out,
with Stephanie’s finger too. She put her head back, feeling
Nathaniel’s strong shoulder. Nathaniel put his lips to Stephanie’s
but didn’t kiss. He just rested them there as his finger – and her
finger – entered Stephanie again. This time, Nathaniel quickly
removed his finger and left Stephanie’s there.

“I want to hear…,” he whispered, letting his
lips touch Stephanie’s as he spoke.

Stephanie moaned and moved her finger,
touching herself while Nathaniel’s naked body pressed against her
backside.

The feeling was more than intense. It was
pure erotic and as she moved faster, the sound of herself filtered
through the room. She moved her finger left to right, touching her
hole, letting her wetness sound.

“You’re beautiful,” Nathaniel said. “And all
mine.”

“Yes,” Stephanie said.

“I hope it never stops snowing. I need this…
for a long time.”

The words made Stephanie shiver. It was
pleasure, internal heat, but on the outside, her skin tightened and
shivered. With no power that meant no heat throughout the lodge.
The wind outside didn’t help matters and it started to get cold in
the room.

“Nathaniel,” Stephanie said, “I’m cold.”

Nathaniel put his hands to her arms and
moved up and down again, feeling her skin. She had broke out in
goosebumps from the chill in the room.

“Yes, you are,” he said.

It also didn’t help matters that Stephanie
was still wet from her erotic bath.

“Help me…”

“I’ll build a fire downstairs, for us to
enjoy.”

Just like that, Nathaniel’s touch was gone
from Stephanie’s body. She listened and could hear him moving
around the room. She turned her head and didn’t know how he could
see. She sensed him closer to her and even then when he spoke, it
made her jump a little.

“Take this.”

Stephanie felt warmth come over her.

It was a thick robe, a blanket with
sleeves.

She put her arms into the sleeves and then
felt Nathaniel reach around her body and tie it for her. Something
so little and so subtle left her in a state of submission and lust,
it was remarkable. Her body ached for more of Nathaniel.

Her body also ached for sleep.

It had been a long day and now moved into a
long night.

“Stay here,” Nathaniel said.

He left again but this time Stephanie was
able to track him down. She heard the sound of the match a second
before it lit up. Nathaniel lit a candle on his nightstand and
carried it toward Stephanie. The flame left a bouncing silhouette
of Nathaniel around the room and a delicate light against his sexy
face.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“As long as I can see you, touch you,
yes.”

Nathaniel wore a robe too. He put his arm
around Stephanie and guided her out of the room to the steps.

She needed a fire, for warmth.

She needed Nathaniel for warmth…
and
pleasure
.

(2)

Stephanie sat on the couch in the living
area and watched the flame of the candle dance as Nathaniel stacked
wood next to him. He found a small axe and started to chop smaller
pieces, perfect for kindling. In a matter of a few minutes, he
rolled up newspaper, lit it on fire, and got the kindling started.
Then he added the bigger logs, structuring them so they’d
catch.

They did.

For a billionaire, Nathaniel looked even
hotter building a fire. There was something manly about it, his
strong hands with the ax, his strong hands building the fire, his
strong hands working to keep the fire going.

The flames were high enough and alive enough
that Nathaniel finally backed away from the fireplace. He blew the
candle out and turned to Stephanie, putting his hand out. He pulled
her to her feet and placed her near the fire. As he slipped behind
her, she couldn’t help but make out the definition of him as he
touched her.