The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage)
“And probably an electrician, he added, noting the reading lamp. It hung askew, dangling from wires out of a hole in the wall.
Also a furniture chain, because he’d bent the decorative bars of the headboard.
The comforter wasn’t salvageable.
The off-white carpet probably wasn’t either, because the cherry pie on the floor resembled a horrendous murder scene.
The lady who’d created such a mess was sprawled sideways in his bed. Her hair had driven him nuts, tickling his nose and getting in his mouth every time he rolled over. She was a blanket thief and bed hog and slept like the dead.
And he’d never been happier in his life.
Grinning, he returned to the kitchen and poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee. He wasn’t sure what she liked for breakfast and he certainly wasn’t Dmitri, but he had toast, fresh fruit and scrambled eggs on a tray for her.
He sat on the edge of the bed by her head. “Good morning, sweetheart. I thought we’d get an early start for Lake Minnetonka today.
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