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In Bared by Him, Cade West may be richer than Midas but not even his vast wealth could save his young wife. Cade didn’t just grieve her loss; he was furious. What good is money if it can’t fix…everything? So when the utterly beautiful Ivy Summers boldly walks into his office asking him to donate to her cancer research foundation, he can’t decide whether to throw her out or wrap her up in his arms and never let go. All Cade knows is that he’s caught her scent and he has no intention of letting her walk out his door—even if he has to pay for the privilege. He makes Ivy an offer she can’t refuse: A game of strip poker for two million dollars. She can pretend all she wants, but Cade has awakened dark passions within her from the first time she saw him. Yes, he’s dark and tortured by his past. But if Ivy has the chance to have this man, all bets are off…
Read all five Billionaire’s Club e-novellas in this sensational series.
133 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 1, 2013
“He’d wanted to fight more. He’d wanted an outlet for the things she made him feel. Instead she’d agreed, and Cade stood there, in the middle of his office, pulsing with rage and desire.”
“We’re not killing bunnies, Ivy. It’s only sex, baby,” he said huskily.
“She wished she could stay here, where nothing could ever touch her but him.”




I want you, Ivy. I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life - I take you in my sleep. I take you any way I can get you, any fucking time I can."







He’d never been so kiss-drunk. He no longer knew the time, his name, just the heat and the moisture of her mouth, and the taste of her name on his tongue. They’d been lying in his bed all night, neither of them sleeping. They’d just been licking and tasting and kissing. Their eyes glowed in the dark, holding each other’s gaze with curiosity and wonder. It was as if she, like him, couldn’t understand what she found so attractive about him in the first place.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t stay away from her—but he was a man, and he didn’t give a shit why. He only knew he couldn’t get enough of this creature.
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He curled his fingers around her hips and kept her locked in place, on her side facing him, as he angled his head and kissed her until he couldn’t feel his own lips, they were swollen and red and wet from her.
“Can you feel your mouth?” He only stopped kissing her to ask her that, and to give her time to answer.
“It’s asleep, I think.”