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      The Forbidden Series

      Billionaires who can look, but shouldn’t touch!

      In Part Two of The Billionaire’s Fantasy, Louise is tired of being safe, boring and steady. She needs excitement and passion…and that’s Jaiven. He makes her feel beautiful, sexy—wanted. But standing at his front door wearing only a trench coat and high heels is a risk she’s beginning to question!

      The Billionaire’s Fantasy - Part 2

      Kate Hewitt

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To Maisey and Caitlin. It was just as fun the second time round.

       The Forbidden Series

       Billionaires who can look, but shouldn’t touch!

       The Billionaire’s Fantasy

       Part Two

       College professor Louise Jensen never planned on playing a game of Name Your Sexual Fantasy with the sexiest man she’s ever seen, but that’s exactly what she’s been doing with shipping billionaire Jaiven Rodriguez. A one-night stand has turned into several days of the best sex she’s ever had. But Louise knows it’s not real, so she’s decided to enjoy Jaiven for as long as she can—before he moves on. After an abusive marriage Louise has avoided relationships for almost a decade. But this isn’t a relationship. It’s a quick affair that will be over before she knows it. Jaiven has told her that he has never been with a woman longer than a week…and their week is almost over. To go out with a bang, Louise has decided to play one last fantasy and shows up wearing only a trench coat and sky-high heels at Jaiven’s house. Unbeknownst to her, Jaiven’s mother is visiting…

      Contents

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

      Chapter Four

      AS SOON AS Louise Jensen opened her trench coat she knew she’d made a mistake. A huge one, because Jaiven Rodriguez looked appalled.

      Damn, damn, damn. What the hell had she been thinking, cabbing it to the Bronx in nothing but a coat and six-inch heels? Was she really that stupid?

      Apparently, yes. Because Jaiven’s comment about sexual fantasies had lit a spark inside of her, and four days of celibacy—hardly unusual, yet now seemingly unendurable—had fanned it into raging flame.

      She’d told herself she could use a little fantasy sex, the no-strings fling Jaiven had promised. She’d made a compelling argument inside her head that it would actually be good for her, that it would help her move on to a real relationship. This was the bridge between loneliness and hope, between marriage to Jack and a relationship with some stable, safe, boring man she might meet one day.

      And she’d realized she’d always had a secret fantasy about showing up to a man’s place in nothing but a coat and heels. Being that sassy and confident and bold.

      What an idiotic fantasy that was.

      “So maybe not,” she said, choking on the words as she hastened to close her coat. Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t get the buttons and buckles fastened. Stupid coat. Stupid buckles. Stupid her.

      “I love it,” Jaiven told her quickly, his voice low, “but my mother is here.” He sounded caught between amusement and alarm, and Louise let out a horrified laugh.

      “Your mother? You have got to be kidding me.”

      “I wish I was.”

      He sounded so regretful that Louise laughed again, albeit shakily.

      “Who is that, Jaiven?”

      Louise’s mouth dropped open and she took a stumbling step away from the door. “Oh no—”

      “Oh, yes.” Jaiven rolled his eyes heavenward as his mother, a small, round woman in a cherry-red dress and matching heels came bustling toward them.

      Louise smiled, or tried to, but she seemed to have lost control of her facial muscles. And her coat still wasn’t buttoned up properly.

      She’d thought she’d been embarrassed before, but she’d had no idea what that even felt like. If embarrassment were a video game, she was the world champion, her initials on every glowing screen. Beat this score. Not.

      “Who are you?” his mother asked, not precisely rudely, but close. She eyed Louise’s coat with suspicion, and who could blame her? The important bits were thankfully covered, but she was showing a lot of leg.

      Louise tightened her belt, tried to close her coat a little more. It gaped at the throat and with her other hand she snatched at the lapels. His mother probably thought she was a streaker. Or maybe a prostitute.

      “Umm…”

      “Louise is a friend, Mama,” Jaiven said calmly. He looked weary and weirdly resigned, yet when he caught her eye he gave her a tiny quirk of a smile. “She just stopped by for a drink.”

      “A drink?” His mother looked even more suspicious. Maybe in her world respectable women did not stop by men’s apartments for drinks. They certainly didn’t turn up nearly naked.

      “That’s right,” she managed, still clutching at her coat. “But I didn’t realize he was with you. So I’ll just…”

      “Stay,” Jaiven interjected. He tugged at her hand, which had her coat gaping open again. Now she was showing leg and cleavage. Perfect.

      She tried to give him a covert glare. “No, really—”

      “I’d like you to stay. We were just sitting down to dinner. You can eat with us.” He turned to his mother with an appealing smile, his hand still clasped around Louise’s like a vise. “Can’t she, Mama?”

      His mother sniffed. “I suppose I made enough.” She turned back to the house and Louise leaned closer to Jaiven.

      “What the hell are you doing?” she hissed.

      “Keeping you here, of course,” he answered, as if that were a no-brainer. “You are going to drive me out of my mind all evening, you know that?”

      “And I’m supposed to wear—what?” Louise demanded.

      “Just keep your coat on.”

      She let out a disbelieving huff of laughter. “Jaiven, that’s going to look a little weird.”

      “Have some confidence, Louise.” He gave her a wicked smile. “Be bold. Isn’t that what you coming here is about?”

      She stared at him, once more unsettled by how well he read her. He knew exactly what this fantasy was about. And how better to own it than to see it all the way through?

      And yet this situation was also very awkward. Potentially totally humiliating. And she did not do humiliation.

      “Come on, Louise,” Jaiven said softly. He tugged her into the house, his eyes glinting with amusement and yet also hot with desire. “Drive me wild.”

      And with a small, answering smile curving her mouth, she knew she did want to drive him wild. Tempt and