Innocent In The Billionaire's Bed

Innocent In The Billionaire's Bed
Clare Connelly

Tempted by the tycoon's touch…Rio Mastrangelo doesn’t want anything from the father who never acknowledged him. So when he unexpectedly inherits an island paradise, he’s determined to sell it as fast as he can! But the potential purchaser who lands on his shores is not the spoiled heiress he's been expecting—and her luscious body fills him with a rush of hot, undeniable desire.Cash-strapped Tilly Morgan accepted a payment to impersonate her best friend, but she hadn't bargained on sexy Rio. When a storm hits, trapping them together, there's nowhere to run from their raging hunger—and passion threatens to uncover Tilly's every vulnerability…

Tempted by the tycoon’s touch...

Rio Mastrangelo doesn’t want anything from the father who never acknowledged him. So when he unexpectedly inherits an island paradise, he’s determined to sell it as fast as he can! But the potential purchaser who lands on his shores is not the spoiled heiress he’s been expecting—and her luscious body fills him with a rush of hot, undeniable desire.

Cash-strapped Tilly Morgan accepted a payment to impersonate her best friend, but she hadn’t bargained on sexy Rio. When a storm hits, trapping them together, there’s nowhere to run from their raging hunger—and passion threatens to uncover Tilly’s every vulnerability...

Rio’s hands lifted to Tilly’s shoulders. His expression was dark.

Without make-up, her skin glowing from the shower, her hair pulled up into another messy bun, and with a tiny towel barely covering her, she was the most desirable woman he had ever seen. Rio glided his hands over her upper arms, but he wanted more. His hand moved to the back of her towel, pushing her towards him. She connected with his body—by design this time. She was soft and small, her curves fitting perfectly to him, as though they’d been designed for one another.

Her lashes were too dark—feathered fans against her flushed cheeks. And the small moan she made sent his pulse into overdrive. Would she moan when they made love? Would her pillowy lips part, breathing those sweet sounds into the air?

His need was a tsunami inside him, crashing inexorably towards land. She was the shore, she was the anchor, and he was powerless to fight the pull of her tide. Rio had never considered himself powerless before. But he didn’t care.

He lifted his hand to her face, cupping her cheek and sweeping the ball of his thumb over her lower lip. Her eyes flew open, pinning him with the same tsunami of need that was ravaging his defences.

‘We shouldn’t do this,’ she said quietly, but her hips pushed forward, moving from side to side in ancient silent invitation.

His fingers plaited through her hair, pulling it from the bun, running through the ends. ‘We shouldn’t,’ he agreed darkly.

CLARE CONNELLY was raised in small-town Australia among a family of avid readers. She spent much of her childhood up a tree, Mills & Boon book in hand. Clare is married to her own real-life hero and they live in a bungalow near the sea with their two children. She is frequently found staring into space—a surefire sign she is in the world of her characters. She has a penchant for French food and ice-cold champagne, and Mills & Boon novels continue to be her favourite ever books. Writing for Modern Romance is a long-held dream. Clare can be contacted via clareconnelly.com (http://www.clareconnelly.com) or at her Facebook page.

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Innocent in the Billionaire’s Bed

Clare Connelly

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Amy Andrews—

It was friendship at first sight.

Contents

Cover (#u0050fb20-32ce-57e9-8568-4a0b045477c4)

Back Cover Text (#u1b211e3b-954e-5914-98ca-66c811bdbb53)

Introduction (#ud8acc62f-0983-5441-8017-4aed6826c4e5)

About the Author (#u8d8dc4fd-d89f-58c5-9d46-8e61a8c9b906)

Title Page (#u653c576e-9657-5822-abef-763e8627f2ec)

Dedication (#u83ddb58d-b51f-5dae-8294-bd1771cab69a)

PROLOGUE (#u909521ae-0834-57f4-a9fb-78ee8757b883)

CHAPTER ONE (#u11a611d0-5103-5b95-b554-89782730cfcc)

CHAPTER TWO (#u3f171da7-5b20-514d-94fd-a95e5b40de96)

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PROLOGUE (#ub3c0b4c4-687e-561e-81a2-6692892f0584)

IT WAS STRANGE that here, on an island where she’d spent only a few weeks of her life, Rio should feel so close to his mother. It was almost as if her presence roamed the walls of the shack, or drifted in off the salted waves that were rolling towards him. He didn’t see her here as she’d been at the end, so weakened and ill. Here he imagined her free, running across the sand, her laugh tumbling out of her of its own volition.

He cradled his Scotch, swirling it slightly so the ice chipped against the glass. The sound was swallowed by the surrounds of the island. The beach, the birds, the rustling of the trees. Even the stars seemed to be whispering to one another—and there were so many stars visible from this island in the middle of the sea, far from civilisation.

Rosa had loved it here.

He didn’t smile as he thought of his mother.