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  Contents

  Under The Sheets

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Epilogue

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  Acknowledgements

  About Evie

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 Evie Monroe and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

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  Chapter One

  Elliott

  My best friend, Tucker, looked at me, raised his eyebrows and grinned. I could barely make him out beneath the dim, pulsing lights of the club. It was our first night at Sand Dollar Beach, on the sunny California coast, a little north of LA, and already it felt as though we’d found the best spot in town.

  But then, as far as I was concerned, the best spot in town was anywhere no one knew me—or more importantly—knew who my father was. I’d reaped plenty of benefits as son of one of the richest real estate moguls in the country, but it also had a downside. I spent most of my time trying to avoid the chicks who were only after my money. Here in Sand Dollar Beach on a few weeks’ break away from the Big Apple, things seemed a little different.

  The woman grinding on me in a tight black dress had short, dark hair and slim, toned legs running all the way up to her perfect ass. I slid my hand around her waist as she pressed herself into me, flashing me a smile that told me this night would be a damn good one.

  She was hot as hell and seemed eager to take things to the next level. Usually, my father spent most of his time trying to keep me from places like this, fearing the tabloids might snap a photo of me that wouldn’t serve me or the company well. But it felt so damn good to finally let loose, and I was the only person who’d know I was finally sowing some wild oats. Well, apart from Tuck, but what were best friends for if not for keeping dirty little secrets?

  The woman arched herself against me, and I pulled her tighter against me. My cock was hard as a rock, and even over the thumping beat of the music, I heard her let out a small squeal of pleasure. She leaned back again, close enough for her to whisper in my ear. I focused all my tipsy energy on hearing what she had to say.

  “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she suggested.

  I glanced at Tucker. He was dancing with a blonde with a big ass and wide eyes, his kryptonite. He was lost in her, and I wasn’t sure he’d notice if I walked up and stole his wallet, much less notice my absence. I turned back to my woman, shrugged, and gestured for her to lead the way.

  She took me to the back of the room, toward a small door leading off the main dancefloor. The club was packed with people, and I had to focus on her to keep from losing her in the crowd. She glanced over her shoulder and flashed me a smile as she put her hand on the door handle, waiting for me to catch up. She pushed it open and we headed inside the private room, closing the door behind us. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine.

  Something in my brain lit up as soon as her mouth hit me. It had been a long time since I’d hooked up with someone this quickly, and I’d forgotten how exciting it was to go straight from meeting someone to fucking them. I pushed her backward, my hands sinking into her ass, and I hitched her up onto the desk behind her.

  “What is this place?” I panted in her ear as my hands traveled hungrily all over her body.

  “The owner’s office,” she said, reaching down to unbuckle my pants.

  “You know the owner?”

  “I am the owner,” she shot back, looking up at me with a grin a mile wide as she unhooked my belt and tossed it aside.

  “Why’d you bring me back here?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” she asked, but it wasn’t what I was asking.

  “But why me?”

  “I saw you, and I thought you were hot.” She shrugged. “Does there have to be anything more to it?”

  I looked down at her. I’d spent so long in the shadow of my father’s achievements, it still surprised me that women might want me because of me and not because of my billionaire family.

  I leaned down to kiss her, grabbing her legs and pushing them back a little so she was exposed. I reached beneath her dress to yank down her panties and found them already soaked. Clearly, the way she’d been grinding on me hadn’t only been for show. With one smooth motion, I slid her panties down and tossed them on the floor. Then, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a condom, and quickly covered myself.

  “You ready?” I asked.

  She immediately swept all the junk off the desk and onto the floor, laid back and wrapped her legs around me.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice hungry.

  I obliged. I didn’t want to wait a second longer to feel her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me, pressing my cock against the entrance to her cunt and pushed all the way inside her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her hands reaching up so she could rake her nails all the way down the front of my shirt. My head tipped back, and I plowed into her. My eyes slammed shut as I lost myself to the feeling, the beat of the music distant, even though the club was only one thin wall away from us. Fantastic. Abso-fucking-lutely fantastic.

  I fucked her hard, not holding back, determined to make her come. With every thrust, she let out a needy little moan as if she was edging closer with every movement. I grabbed her hand, which had been clutching the edge of the desk, and put it on her pussy, pushing her dress back so I could watch the show.

  “Play with yourself,” I ordered.

  I watched, flicking my tongue across my lip as her fingers found her clit. She started to caress herself in time with my thrusts. I slowed, grinding into her, enjoying the visual of her hand between her legs. Like my own personal porn show.

  God, I would’ve loved to taste her pussy, to feel her clit pulsing beneath my tongue, her juices covering my face, but that would have to wait. It wouldn’t be long before Tucker realized I was gone and came looking for me,
and the last thing I wanted was to be disturbed mid-fuck.

  “Jesus,” I groaned, leaning back again, grabbing her hips and fucking her harder.

  Was there any better feeling in the world than having some wild, spontaneous sex with a woman I didn’t have to bother seeing again? Both of us were here for one thing and one thing only, to give ourselves over to the carnal desires we’d sparked into life on the dancefloor. There was no emotion in this. Nothing but physical pleasure, and I could lose myself without worrying about what the repercussions might be.

  Damn. I needed to come to Sand Dollar Beach more often. Hell, if this was what I could expect, I might just straight-up fucking move here.

  I wasn’t sure how long we fucked. The alcohol in my system made it hard to keep track of time, and it wasn’t like I was counting the minutes waiting for it to be over. Her fingers continued working her clit as I fucked her, but there was more I could get out of this encounter. Much more.

  “You like?” I asked, and she nodded, pressing her lips together and letting out a soft moan.

  I brushed her hand away from her pussy, pulled her upright, and turned her around so she was bent over the desk. Reaching around so my fingers could take the place of hers, I positioned myself at her entrance and slid inside her again.

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned, her fingers tightening on the desk below her. “Oh, my God. That’s good!”

  It didn’t take long for her to come. Right after I started to fuck her doggy-style, her pussy pulsed around my dick, her body going limp in front of me as a long, throaty moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

  I fucked her hard and fast, pressing my forehead into the back of her shoulder, knowing I was only seconds away from my own release. I gripped her hips and pounded into her, and she let out little squeaks of pleasure with every thrust. My legs trembled and my balls tingled as I pushed deep inside her one last time and held myself there, shooting my jizz into her tight as fuck pussy.

  I slowly pulled out of her, slid off the condom and tossed of it in a nearby trashcan. She turned around, reached down to grab her panties and stepped back into them. I watched as she tried to get herself looking decent, and I found my belt to pull myself together. And to think, this night was only just beginning.

  “Glad you just got it on with Dan Marshall’s son?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  She’d already told me she picked me out anonymously from the crowd, but I was so used to women getting with me because of who my father was, I needed to hear it from her own mouth.

  “Who?” She cocked an eyebrow at me, a half-smile on her face as though she suspected I was kidding around.

  “Nothing.” I shook my head.

  She sounded sincere. A grin broke over my face as I headed for the office door and back out onto the pulsing dance floor. What happened had nothing to do with my family or who I was. It just had to do with me. It was like Tucker had said before we went out.

  I could have any woman I wanted, whether she knew who my family was or not.

  Chapter Two

  Aria

  I leaned my head against the window and let out a long sigh. It was good to be out of the house.

  “Uh-oh,” Floundy announced. “Fun police.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I peered into the rearview mirror, and sure enough, there was Claude, right behind us. I’d recognize that dogged expression and slightly disappointed frown anywhere.

  “I can’t believe he found us,” I groaned and glanced over at my best friend. He raised his eyebrows at me and shrugged.

  “What do you think your father pays him for?” he said pointedly.

  I waved him off with my hand and focused on making it the rest of the way up the road.

  “You’re right,” I said, sighing.

  “I’m always right,” he teased, and I managed to crack a smile.

  I was pissed I’d come all this way only to get stalked by the damn bodyguard I never seemed to be able to get rid of, but at least I had my best friend here to take the edge off.

  Toby Lomax and I had met in grade school when the two of us had turned our noses up at doing a stupid art project designed by the teacher. We’d both objected to wasting a bunch of macaroni that could’ve been our dinner, and from then on, we’d never been able to shake each other.

  I’d been the one to christen him with his nickname, Floundy, in honor of how badly he seemed to flounder in front of every single guy he had a crush on. As we got older, I realized from his choice in men he could also be described as a bottom feeder.

  So, Floundy stuck.

  Hell, I’d been the one to help him come out to his family when they didn’t have any idea he was gay. He was as protective of me as any bodyguard was, but also a hell of a lot more fun. When I made a break for our house at Sand Dollar Beach, he was the first person I called, knowing I could rely on him to show me a good time.

  We headed up the winding road to the beach house, and I could almost pretend Claude wasn’t right behind us. I could make believe I’d gotten out of there unscathed, and I was looking forward to having a fun-ass time without the specter of my father looming over my head. But that was never how it worked, no matter how badly I wanted it to.

  “God, why don’t you just move out here?” Floundy asked, sighing and pressing his face to the window as he looked out over the gorgeous vista surrounding my family’s property.

  I shrugged. “Oh, trust me, I would if I thought it would get me a little privacy,” I grumbled.

  I never believed I’d escape from Claude, but it was nice to pretend while it lasted. Betsy let out a whine in the back seat, and I knew how she felt. Claude had that effect on everyone. But then, he wouldn’t be much of a bodyguard if he inspired thoughts of cuddles and rainbows every time people saw him. Claude took his job seriously. A bit too seriously, if you asked me.

  Sometimes, I wondered if he saw himself as a stand-in for my mother. I should say my absent mother. She mysteriously disappeared when I was two. I’d give anything to see her and ask her why she just up and left one night. I didn’t even know if she was still alive.

  That probably accounted for my father being such a hardass when it came to me. He kept the reins tight to make sure no woman ever left him again. Not even his daughter. And I’m a grown ass woman!

  When we arrived at the beach house, Floundy stepped out of the car and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a theatrical sigh. Then, he turned and glanced in the direction of Claude’s car.

  “Dude is like a frickin’ PI.” Floundy noted as we grabbed our bags.

  I scooped Betsy up in my arms. A small pug, she fit into the crook of my arm as though she was built to be there.

  “Yep. He’s been a pain in my ass since the dawn of time,” I responded flippantly.

  Claude had been guarding me since I was thirteen, since my first appearance on one of my father’s shows. Dad had a production company that churned out hit series and daytime dramas. I owed my stardom to Dad, even though he hovered like a typical helicopter parent way past the age when I should be on my own.

  Floundy had felt like a good thing, someone to coddle me and keep me safe from the ridiculousness of a world that suddenly seemed far too interested in me. But now that I was a grown woman and choosing to continue on my father’s TV shows, it was completely different. I didn’t need some guy following me around to make sure I didn’t do anything the reporters might find scandalous. At this point, Claude was more brand protection than he was anything else, and it irritated the hell out of me knowing my father didn’t trust me.

  Claude pulled his car to a stop and stepped out. He was almost a full seven feet tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and a stoic mouth set in a dead straight line as he approached.

  “How’d you know where we were going?” I asked as he got closer, not bothering with a greeting.

  “You always come out here,” he reminded me. “Whenever you want to get away from your father, you always come to Sand
Dollar Beach.”

  “He’s got a point,” Floundy remarked, hooking his bag over one shoulder.

  I hugged Betsy to my chest. They were both right, but it still felt kind of crappy to admit how predictable I’d become.

  “Let’s get down to the beach.” I turned to Floundy, ignoring Claude. “I want to catch some sun before it gets too late.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  After dumping our stuff in the house and changing into our bathing suits, we headed down the short path leading to the water’s edge. It was surprisingly quiet. I was glad I wouldn’t have to deal with any of the little glances or stares as people tried to figure out if they were really sitting a dozen feet from Aria Triton.

  “Ah, it’s so good to get out of LA.” I tilted my head toward the sun as we settled down on our towels. Floundy pulled out some sunscreen to make sure we didn’t end up fried by the sun.

  “I have to agree with that.” He nodded and closed his eyes, lying flat on the sand and shuffling back and forth to get himself comfortable. “So, what are we doing while we’re up here?”

  “I don’t know yet,” I admitted. “I just want to stay long enough so I don’t have to deal with that stupid party my dad’s throwing for me.”

  “You know, most people would be flattered someone was throwing them a party,” he pointed out playfully. I twisted over to my side so I could look at him.

  “Well, I think I’ve had quite enough of parties for a while.”

  My dad had a habit of putting together big, elaborate events. Sometimes, I thought he just plucked the why out of the air so he could have an excuse to waste a big pile of his cash on getting all his industry buddies in a room together and schmoozing them up. I had a feeling this party had more to do with a new show he was trying to get off the ground, a chance for him to get some investors plied with wine and try to convince them to sponsor his new bright idea. I didn’t want anything to do with it.

  I’d just wrapped up the fifth season on the sitcom I was guest-starring in and the director said I was a shoo-in for an Emmy this year. Still, I needed a break, some time for myself. I didn’t want to be the vague excuse for a party, and I certainly didn’t want to plaster a smile on my face and answer lots of well-meaning questions about my career, my father, and my shows from the various higher-ups trying to figure out if I’d gotten where I was thanks to nepotism or to talent.