Between The Sheets With Mr Billionaire Novels & Stories

Lena Marek never imagined she would end up cleaning the halls of one of the richest families in the country. Once an art student with dreams of stepping inside the exclusive Argent Gallery, life had other plans. After her parents’ reckless debts left her drowning in bills, Lena takes the only job she can find,working as a maid at Hawthorne House. The estate belongs to Adrian Hawthorne, a cold and dangerously handsome billionaire CEO raised in old money and ruthless discipline. He trusts no one, keeps people at a distance, and has long since given up on love. But Lena isn’t like the others. She’s too sharp for a maid. Too observant. Too bold to stay invisible. What begins as quiet glances across marble hallways slowly turns into a dangerous attraction neither of them planned. As secrets about Lena’s past begin to surface and enemies from Adrian’s world start circling the line between employer and temptation begins to blur. In a house full of rules, one mistake could destroy them both. And some nights, the distance between power and desire is only one set of sheets away.

“You wear these little skirts… are you trying to seduce me?” His eyes dragged down my body. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about” Before I could finish, his hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing beneath the edge of my skirt. My breath hitched. He shoved my panties aside and pressed two thick fingers inside me. “Ahh. . . Kelvin. .” My knees buckled against the sink as he started slow, then thrust rougher, stretching me with every push. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispered against my lips. “Yes… oh God, yes.” His mouth hovered over mine, stealing the sound of my moans before he spun me around to face the mirror. My own reflection stared back at me wide eyes, flushed cheeks while Kelvin loomed behind, his heat swallowing me whole. “Watch while I fuck you,” he growled, shoving down his zipper. The heavy length of him slammed into me in one rough stroke, knocking the air from my lungs. “F-fuck!” I cried out, gripping the sink for dear life. He yanked my hair back, forcing me to look at myself as he pounded into me. “Be my slut today.” Dripping Wet is a collection of straight-up filthy stories about raw, no-limits sex. Bodies crashing together in hard fucks. Holes stretched wide, throats used rough, sheets drenched in cum and sweat. Each one dives deep into pure hunger, cocks slamming in deep, pussies taking it hard, asses getting claimed with no mercy. All the taboo stuff you crave, laid out in brutal detail. No romance. No sweet talk. Just hard, wet, pounding sex that leaves you spent. This book isn't about love. It's about need and giving in until you're soaked.

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

What will you do if your fiancé betrays you, with someone you are completely unexpected and, in fact, really love about? I ran away, to a club owned by a handsome billionaire who was heartbroken and ended up in his bed. Not stopping there, I continued my escape all the way to Italy, with the fetus in my stomach. I thought, after all that chaos, I and I had finally found a new, peaceful life in a place that no one would ever know about. However, the billionaire found me and was determined to take me back, especially after he found out that there were a pair of twins with me. The problem was, I was determined never to come back, and that man also had a fiancee. What should I do?

Heartbroken, Anne Kal ventures to a bar to drink away her sorrows, something she haven't done before. Unknown to her, in her drunken state, she spends the night in the arms of Billionaire businessman, Hudson Black. However, Hudson Black suffers a terrible Insomnia that has defied all forms of treatment but on the night he spent with Anne, he slept for the first time in a long time. But Anne disappeared from Hudson after that night. Determined to keep this human sleeping pill, Hudson swore to find her and make her sign a contract. What will become of a blooming relationship between the sick and the Heartbroken? How will their relationship survive the challenges of the wealthy society?

“Two weeks. That’s how long it took my husband to ruin everything.” Kennedie Peterson thought she had it all, married to her childhood sweetheart, fresh off a dreamy honeymoon, and ready to start a new chapter. But her fairytale crumbles when she walks in on her new husband tangled in the sheets with her best friend. Betrayal slices deeper than heartbreak, and suddenly, the life she thought was hers vanishes overnight. Humiliated and furious, Kennedie doesn’t fall apart, she plots revenge. Enter Desmond Knight is a ruthless billionaire, her late father’s former protégé, and a man who owes her family more than he’ll admit. Cold, calculating, and dangerously magnetic, Desmond offers her the perfect opportunity for payback. She’ll be his, at least on paper. A fake relationship, a strategic alliance... and maybe, just maybe, a way to take back her power. But revenge is a treacherous game. As Desmond pulls her deeper into his world, one filled with corporate warfare, family secrets, and seductive tension. Kennedie realizes she might have traded one dangerous man for another. Lines blur. Hearts race. And when everything starts to feel real, she’s left wondering: In a world built on lies, betrayal, and twisted loyalty... Is love just another illusion? Or the ultimate revenge?

She's always been described as "her" shadow. The shadow of a beautiful, intelligent sister that she could never beat. Her whole life, she has tried her best to meet up to her sisters standards but it has never been the same. She has never been able to shine by herself without being compared to Willow. For 20 years now, she's been the shadow and never once has she realised that she was equally as beautiful and intelligent. Today was the day, the day that it would be all about her, well that's what she thought initially. It was her 20th birthday party where she will be revealed as her fathers heir of the company after being abroad for a year studying 24/7 to be able to live up to her fathers standards. Today was her day being in the spotlight after disappearing from it for 2 years. In this year, she has changed drastically. So much that her parents didn't recognise her when she stepped out of her fathers private jet. So much that her old high school bullies wouldn't even have recognised her. She was finally back and stronger than ever. Neveah was back to show everyone that she is not the same girl as she was 2 years ago. Alec McKinley, the typical playboy of the century. Having flings left, right and centre but discarding them after a night with their bodies. He was notorious for this but it didn't stop females from dropping their skin tight dresses to state to the world that they've has a night with the heir to the McKinley Enterprise. These naïve females all through that they would be the one to change him. To be able to tame the beast in bed. However, they leave empty handed, without their clothes but just a robe as always.

She wanted the life. The money. The power. The man. Mara Collins is tired of counting tips and pretending her dreams don’t reach beyond the coffee shop counter. When the bills pile higher than her hope, she decides it’s time to stop waiting for luck—and start creating it. All she needs is one man. One chance. One lie. Her plan is simple: learn how the rich play their games, then beat them at it. With a fake designer dress, a new name, and a heart of steel, she slips into the city’s most exclusive events—until she catches the eye of Adrian Holt, a man who has everything she’s ever wanted. Charming. Ruthless. Obsessively private. Adrian isn’t the kind of man you play with… but Mara’s willing to risk everything to make him hers. But the higher she climbs, the more fragile her lies become. And when Adrian discovers who she truly is, the illusion shatters—leaving behind nothing but betrayal, anger, and obsession… and a love that should never have existed in the first place. Now love becomes a weapon, and every night in his sheets feels like a war between truth and desire.

On the day we went shopping for college supplies, Mikayla, my younger sister, picked up a lace bedding set, her eyes sparkling. Mom put the item into the cart without glancing at the price. When it came to my turn, my brother, Cory, furrowed his brows at my choice of a blue bedsheet set. “Kaycee, why do you always reach for the cold-tone colors? “Girls should go for something softer. Be like Mikayla.” Even my childhood friend, Ben, chuckled. “No one in your dorm knows you anyway. Just pick whatever’s easy.” Mikayla shifted her gaze to the blue bedsheets in my hands and murmured, “Kaycee, why don’t you use my old ones? “It’s not like you mind anyway.” Mom was on board with the idea. “Don’t spend unnecessarily, Kaycee. Putting two girls through college isn’t easy on the family.” My grip on the sheets tightened. I knew exactly what Mikayla was talking about. The fabric was worn thin, the edges were pilled, and the pillowcase still had the coffee stain. Things had always been this way. Mikayla’s unwanted dresses, old backpacks, and tiresome room would go to me. I once believed that by staying in my lane, I would eventually get my turn. It had been eighteen years. All I got in return was that I never cared about what I got. At the checkout counter, Mom paid for Mikayla’s things. My blue bedsheet set was dumped back on the shelf. I grinned. No one would make note of the things I liked. I grabbed the blue bedspread. This time, I wouldn’t be putting it back.

"Have I ever kissed your dick before?" Jason never thought he would ever ask another man this question. One night, Jason Steele wakes up on a stranger's lap in his home. With a gun in his hand, the stranger, Marcus Night burst into his life forcing him to complete deals his father had made before he died. But Marcus, who Jason had no memory of, seemed to know him. Soon memories start to plague Jason' dreams. But Marcus is determined to make sure he never remembers what he had forgotten. Jason soon finds that his father had betrayed the Night family and his father shady life as a lawyer for the Mafia had come back to hunt him. Marcus was determined to have Jason finish the deals left behind by his father. Will Jason escape from the shadow of his father's past or will Marcus capture him before his memories return?