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Bought by the Billionaire: Compilation One - Books One to Six
Bought by the Billionaire: Compilation One - Books One to Six
Bought by the Billionaire: Compilation One - Books One to Six
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Bought by the Billionaire: Compilation One - Books One to Six

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She put more than her nose where it didn’t belong. Now he’ll make her pay for it with her whole body...
Beth Kimberley is dripping wet. Going nowhere fast working a dead-end job at a hotel, the poor maid runs hot and sweaty when the air conditioner goes out in the middle of her shift. So stripping down to shower in the unoccupied penthouse suite feels like bliss... especially when the powerful male guest returns to catch her naked, and she can’t help but submit to his desires.
Richard Haswell enjoys taking control. Frustrated that his substantial wealth only attracts gold-diggers, the hotel owner imposes firm restrictions in his intimate relationships. So when he finds the gorgeous redhead salaciously soaping in his bathroom, he knows just what to do for punishment.
Offered extravagance and a future in her boss’s company in exchange for being at his beck and call, Beth puts her growing feelings to one side as she revels in complete submission. But when Richard’s former lover shows up demanding satisfaction, the wealthy master fears his carefully constructed barriers are all about to come crashing down.
Will they break their no-strings-attached bonds and let scorching desire run free?
Bought By The Billionaire - Box Set One includes the first six steamy instalments of the sizzling Bought By The Billionaire erotic romance series. If you like sensual BDSM affairs, bite-sized episodic excitement, and titillating twists and turns, then you’ll love Simone Leigh’s indecent proposal.
Download Bought By The Billionaire to tie passion up in knots today!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSimone Leigh
Release dateAug 10, 2016
ISBN9781370773671
Bought by the Billionaire: Compilation One - Books One to Six
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Simone Leigh

Simone Leigh is a writer of intelligent, romantic erotic fiction.Her recent erotic thriller, ‘Target’, won the Reader Voted #BestBook Award in the‘Inks and Scratches’ Summer Splash Book Awards.Although English, Simone has lived in Spain for the last few years.Here, she divides her time between working on her tan, decorating her beautiful villa, writing hot romance and thrillers, and swimming naked in her swimming pool.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    If you haven't already read 'Beth' the prequel to this series, I would highly recommend you do. In this series, Beth meets the man who will make her his, take what he wants, and give everything in return. This story is hot, and so is whatever city this is set in... somewhere in England? Maybe Manchester? That would be my only criticism. It's meant to be set in England, but there are a lot of Americanisms and American words (which is odd considering Simone Leigh is English). I guess she chose to use words that her US readers would recognise, but unfortunately for me (being a Brit), it jars and keeps making me think the events are happening in the US.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    Set a steamy pace for Elizabeth and Richard

    Elizabeth, a hotel maid, is cleaning the penthouse suite occupied by Richard, billionaire CEO, when she decides that she can’t take feeling sweaty anymore and makes use of his shower. As the story progresses a deal is provided, her fate is decided, and against their agreement things in her mind have not coincided. Bought by the Billionaire Books 1-6 set a steamy pace for Elizabeth and Richard. This romance features a D/s relationship and exposes truths to Elizabeth more than ever. I hope that things will evolve further for them as the series continues.

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Bought by the Billionaire - Simone Leigh

Bought By the Billionaire

Box Set One

A BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic Romance

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Parts One to Six of the

‘Bought by the Billionaire’ Series

Written By Simone Leigh

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Copyright © 2016

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, digital, mechanical, electronic including photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system without permission in writing.

Simone Leigh Publishing

An Imprint of Simone Leigh Ltd

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Bought By the Billionaire

Part One  - The Master’s Maid

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It’s hot; stuffy and hot. I load my cleaning cloths and sprays onto the cart and push it along the corridor. It’s a high-class hotel and normally it’s very comfortable working here, but the air-con isn't working properly and so my daily job of room cleaning is very uncomfortable today. I take the elevator up to my next room, the penthouse suite and unlock the door. It is a stunning room, bright and sunny, and when I cleaned it through the day before, it smelled pleasantly of the occupant, a mixture of expensive aftershave and a musky male scent. The scent still lingers, in stark contrast to my own clammy and sweaty odor.

I consider the owner of the aftershave for a moment as I open the window to let sunshine and fresh air in. I saw him leaving a few minutes ago, so I know I am clear to clean the room. He was dressed smart casual, wearing an expensive jacket with a loose linen shirt; perfect in this heat; and tight black jeans cut to flatter his noticeably male physique. He strode down the corridor with a bouquet of beautiful red roses, a briefcase, and a gleam in his eyes. Despite the briefcase, he did not look like a man with work on his mind.

The room is clean and tidy, needing almost no work. In the office, I empty a wastebasket by the desk and dust the desktop. I make up the bed in the room I can access. Some of the rooms are locked. I am supposed to do everything - all the work, every time. Vacuum the carpet, clean the bathroom, dust all the surfaces, wipe the windows, but the room is so clean already that I think I can skimp.

I decide it is good enough and go to check the bathroom. Again, it is immaculate.

Why am I doing this?

I am hot, sticky, and tired, and working for minimum wage at a job I only took a few days ago to help me through my university studies. Already I hate the work, but I need the money.

The shower looks so inviting. Temptation wins. I kick off my shoes and quickly unbutton my tightly cut blouse. I immediately feel better as the cool air washes over my sweaty, glistening breasts. Unhooking my low-cut black bra, I drop it on my blouse and then unclip my hair. It is far too warm to wear my hair loose, but now freed, it cascades red and silky to my waist. Wriggling out of my short skirt takes only a moment, and my moist and sticky panties follow. I turn on the shower and step into the beautifully tiled enclosure.

The water feels wonderful on my skin and hair, coursing over my arms, breasts, and belly, taking the heat, sweat, and fatigue with it. I stand, stretching luxuriously in the warm stream, with the needles of water massaging me.

There is a click and the sound of a key in the lock.

I freeze. Here I am, stark naked, in the shower of one of the hotel guests. Has he brought his date back to the room?

Oh, God! What is his girlfriend going to say when she finds a naked woman in her boyfriend's shower?

Frantically, I turn off the water and reach for a towel, wrapping it around my naked torso to dry off as quickly as possible.

Oh, God! Oh, God. Oh, God...

Please don’t let him come in here.

The bathroom door clicks open and the guy walks in. He has his back to me, but everything about him says pissed off. Has something gone wrong with his date? Still turned away from me, he almost rips off his jacket, hanging it up by the bathrobes. I can see him fiddling irritatedly with his tie as he slides it from around his collar and then hangs it with the jacket. He takes a couple of steps towards the mirror which has misted over from the warm shower.

He pauses, apparently noticing the steam and the misting for the first time and starts wiping the mirror with one hand. As the view clears, he sees me in the reflection, standing behind him, wrapped in a towel in his shower stall. He starts, then whips around, looking at first furious and perhaps alarmed, but then relaxing as he registers my complete harmlessness.

I'm sorry. I was so hot. I'll go now... I stammer.

Oh, no need to be so fast, he says, grinning. Finish your shower. Is there anything you would like to tell me?

Please don't tell anyone. I'll lose my job.

He smiles. Is that right? Yes, I suppose it wouldn't look good, would it? Maid caught using guest facilities. He steps forward, still smiling. He really is very attractive, with deep blue eyes against tanned skin, and tall. Are you going to make it worth my while not to tell anyone?

One finger hooks itself around the top of my towel. He tilts his head to one side as he moves still closer, and his other hand takes a curl of my long, wet hair, twiddling it around a finger. Beautiful hair you have there, he says.

I have to get back to work, I stammer. I have other rooms to do.

"I'll tell the manager I had some extra cleaning for you to do - there's no hurry. I'm sure the hotel would expect you to... service the guests first..."

The finger tugs ever so gently at my towel. It parts and then slides down to the floor.

His eyes, meeting mine, smile as they follow the downwards path of the towel. I vaguely clutch at the damp cloth, but my heart isn't in it, and the towel continues its journey south.

I think you owe me something, he says, and the towel finger wanders downwards between my breasts. I feel I ought to be frightened, but instead, my pulse is beginning to race.

He reaches back and pulls his tie from the hook. Quickly, he binds my wrists together, glancing briefly into my eyes as he does so, looking for a sort of permission. Then, pulling my arms up over my head, he attaches my bound wrists to the shower wall fitting. He stands back, cocking his head, admiring his handiwork. I stand there, naked as the day I was born, stretched up and tied for the perusal of a complete stranger. And yet, I am growing warm and wet.

His eyes lock onto mine. And now, milady, let's see how well washed you are.

Placing one hand on my breast, he starts kneading as his mouth lowers to the other, first to suckle, and then nibble the nipple. His tongue circles, flicking the nipple to hardness. When he seems to feel he has a satisfactory result, his mouth and that tantalising tongue move to the other nipple, while his hand slides over my stomach, descending. I feel him outlining the curve of my waist, over my hip and belly. His fingers twine themselves in my curls before slipping in between my thighs.

I can hardly contain myself. Wriggling, I hear his chuckle of approval as he feels how wet I am. His tongue circles the nipple, one finger mirroring the movement over my clit. Torn between the desire to stay still and just let it happen, or to grind my hips around his hand, I find myself simply trembling helplessly and my thighs growing wetter and wetter, and warmer and warmer, and my pussy juice beginning to flow.

He pauses, standing upright. He looks into my face again, running his hands up and over and down my trembling torso, breasts, and shoulders, gauging my reactions. His pupils are wide and dark, and I know that he likes what he finds. Very slowly and gently, he runs his hands back around my shoulders and into my hair, pulling my face to his. He kisses me very softly on the lips and then starts nibbling at an ear.

Enjoying this, aren't we... he whispers. Want to take things further?

Do I want to? He’s driving me wild. Tied up as I am, this stranger could do anything to me, but his slow, careful, caressing, and touching is arousing me far more than any straight shag could have. I am quivering with arousal, but I can't bring myself to reply. After all, he is still a stranger who has tied me up.

Shy, eh? he whispers again. Let's see if we can fix that...

With his head nestling into the curve of my neck and shoulder, he reaches behind me with one hand, firmly pulling my buttocks to him. I hear a clunk and then another, and I am puzzled.

I thought I should play the gentleman, he says. Time to take my shoes off. As it dawns on me, in my stupefied arousal, that he is still more or

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