The Billionaire's Forbidden Desire by Nadia Lee Page A

familiar, but Sophia couldn’t place it.
    “Mr. Pryce’s daughter,” the butler said, face completely impassive. “If that’s all, I shall bid you good night.”
    Sophia murmured a good night. The doors shut silently behind her.
    Her suite looked like something out of a fairy princess’s castle. The hardwood floor gleamed with a fresh coat of wax, and the ceiling fans spun lazily. Pale cream and gold paper covered the walls, and a few rugs lay on the floor in a seemingly careless fashion. The only thing that took away from the effect were a few oddly ugly paintings, but Sophia shrugged it off. Maybe they had been gifts from a relative or something.
    A canopy made entirely of gold, pink and lavender lace covered a huge bed in the center, and a cream-colored love seat and a matching armchair occupied the living room. The bathroom had a sparkling Jacuzzi bath and a multi-head shower and double vanity. It was better than any hotel she’d ever stayed at.
    Roco let out a soft sleepy yip, wagging his tail. Al had set him up with a small doggie bed in a corner of the living room where, amazingly enough, Roco seemed content to stay. Maybe the house and its staff intimidated even her incorrigible dog. Sophia bit her lower lip. She hoped the bed was something that the family had used for a previous pet, but it looked brand new.
    “This is all entirely too generous, isn’t it?” she said to Roco as she undid the clasp on the choker. She stared at the gorgeous piece. Dane had been upset at seeing her at the charity event, but the pearls had somehow tipped him over the edge. She palmed the cool strands and studied them. There were small initials, S J P, on one of the platinum links in front.
    The P must have stood for Pryce, but she didn’t know what the S was for. She was certain it wasn’t Salazar.
    Another mystery about Dane, but she didn’t dare ask anyone directly. As nice as Salazar was, she’d sensed tension between him and Dane. He’d want to know why she was curious, and she didn’t want to tell him about Dane’s reaction to the choker. Al was out of the question. Even though she was certain he knew, he was loyal to Salazar. She didn’t want to put him in an awkward situation or make him think she was being nosy. He probably didn’t know the history between her and Dane, and she didn’t want to have to tell him.
    Shaking her head, she put the choker into an ornate white jewelry box on the vanity. Her instincts had been right. Staying at Salazar’s house was a mistake. Thank god it was temporary.
    She took off her dress and hung it in the huge walk-in closet. The housekeeper hadn’t just unpacked her things. Everything was laundered and pressed.
    Sophia tossed her panties into the laundry basket and threw herself on the bed. Her skin was so sensitized even the five hundred thread-count sheets felt coarse. Sexual frustration simmered as she lay in the dark, unable to sleep. At this rate, she might never get any rest.
    But why suffer when she could take the matter into her own hands…literally?
    She moved her hands over her body, cupping her small breasts. Closing her eyes, she tweaked her nipples, gasped as pleasure rippled outward. Slowly she dragged one hand down until it hit the flesh between her legs. She stroked her moist folds. A warm tingling sensation curled in her belly and spread to her limbs, but it wasn’t enough to get her off. She needed something more.
    Her mind focused on Dane. The spicy scent of him, the heady taste of him mingled with a hint of champagne. He’d been incredibly magnetic three years ago. He was more dangerous now but at the same time more thrilling and irresistible. His unpredictable actions made her unable to gauge him, and she couldn’t fully figure out what he wanted with her.
    He wants your body for sure
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He was rock hard against you
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    She held her breast in her hand the way he’d held it—firm and confident with just the right amount of pressure. Her thumb brushed