Distracting the Billionaire's Son
Rated 4.00/5 based
on 1 reviews
Student Jessica Lewis and billionaire Jonah Silver find distraction from family problems through games of domination and obedience. Jessica discovers she craves Jonah's aggressive sexual tastes while Jonah can control Jessica in a way he can't control his own life.
When their problems catch up with them, Jonah's money and power might not be enough to keep Jessica from running. More
It's only been a couple of years since the car accident that killed Jessica's mom and her father has decided it's time to move on with his life - and his plans don't include Jessica. So when she's invited to spend two weeks of her summer with her best friend's wealthy family, she hopes it will be just what she needs to get her mind off the troubles that wait for her at home.
Jonah Silver has reluctantly agreed to spend two weeks with his family before taking a job that will keep him in Japan for the next year, but because of his tense relationship with his father, he starts looking for a way out the moment he arrives at the beach house.
After a chance encounter with his sister's beautiful friend, Jonah discovers a distraction in Jessica that might make this summer worth it after all. Desperation keeps them coming back to each other night after night, but it might not be enough when their family troubles threaten to destroy what fragile pleasure they've found in each other.
Genre: Steamy New Adult
“You,” he pointed at me over the rim of his glass, “have a very smart mouth. Everything Shannon told me about you was a lie.”
“She told you about me?” I don’t know why this surprised me and I wasn’t sure whether I liked that he had secret knowledge of me or if I was angry at Shannon for telling him anything.
“My sister isn’t very good at making close friends. None of us are, if you can’t tell. The Silvers don’t want to be equal with anyone; they just want to be seen by everyone. There’s an important difference.”
“You’re the only one who has treated me that way.” I sounded braver than I felt. My stomach twisted itself up. “You do not have a very good opinion of your family’s money.”
“You are very nosy, little girl. What would you know about money?”
“Stop calling me that.”
My breathing was reacting again, light and quick, like I couldn’t get enough oxygen.
His voice lowered, dark and husky, and my body responded. It was the sound of the ocean, being alone out here with this man who clearly wanted to forget a lot of things, who I understood in a way he couldn’t know about, but I liked the way his voice made me feel. I liked his attention, even as antagonistic as it was. It was better than sitting in my bed alone thinking about the past.
“What would you like me to call you then, little girl?”
“Most people call me Jessica. You could start there.”
“I don’t think so.” He took another drink and when I glanced at him, surprised at his answer, I saw something new in the intensity of his eyes. Be bold, Jessica, I thought, and reached for his glass. He let me take it and our fingers brushed, the first intentional contact I’d made with anyone today. He didn’t startle like I would have, but his eyes opened a fraction and I thought I could detect a change in his breathing, too.
He reached for my face, settled his fingertips against my hairline and stroked his thumb along the contour of my cheek. I pulled away automatically, but his fingertips tugged at my jawline, held me in his thrall.
“I’ve had a very bad night.” His thumb trailed to my lips and traced them, first the top then the bottom. “Open,” he commanded. Be brave, Jessica, and I parted my lips just enough. “Perhaps you could help improve it.”