Oy! A day late but I’ve not come to you short a dollar or empty handed! Wistful/Wanton Wednesday volunteered as tribute this week so that I could (ecstatically) bring you Titillating Thursday featuring a snippet of a release I’ve been waiting for. Breaking The Billionaire’s Rules by Annika Martin!

BTBR is the third in a sexy romantic comedy non-series by Martin where big headed Billionaires get their comeuppance and HEA at the hands of wonderfully crafted, humble, brilliant and vivacious heroines, all of whom I absolutely adore!
This novel is legit laugh out loud funny, and hot enough to singe your undies! The best of both worlds when it comes to romantic comedies if you ask me :-) And in Breaking, we meet Max Hilton is the latest billionaire bro to meet his match, in a most unanticipated bast from his past.

Max Hilton is my high school nemesis turned billionaire. And tomorrow I deliver his lunch order. In a cat costume….Turns out it wasn’t curiosity that killed the cat—it was mortification. 

I’m almost ready to quit my lunch delivery job, but then my roommate tosses me a copy of The Max Hilton Playbook: Ten Golden Rules for Picking up the Hottest Girl in the Room. It’s the book that catapulted him to stardom. And it’s my new bible. 

But seeing Max every day, I’m discovering a side of him
I didn’t even know existed–he’s not the jerky guy I thought he was. He has
this smile he shows only to me, and it melts my heart. His touch sends shivers down my spine. And those forbidden kisses are driving me wild.

It’s the book that catapulted him to stardom. And it’s my new bible. I’m going to use his own techniques against him. I’ll wrap him around my little finger, bring him to his knees, and crush his steely heart. Call it payback for all the single girls who had to endure legions of losers wielding his legendary tactics. Falling for him was not in my plan. Am I breaking his rules or will his rules break me first? 

Tempting, Teasing and Tantalizingly Thrilling! Happy freaking Thursday!

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I love the shape of you,” I whisper, “how you’re slightly wider than round.” I kiss him and he groans. “I love this vein here.” I trail the side of him with my fingers.

“Mia,” he gasps. “I’m not an art exhibit.”

No, he’s something better. He’s undiscovered territory, wild and exotic, yet achingly familiar. So perfectly him. I lick the underside, and it jumps. I do it again, reveling in the salty, musky maleness of him, and then I press my cheek to it.

“Mia.” His voice sounds strained. I put him in my mouth, feeling the whole shape of him with my tongue and lips. I wrap my hand around his thick root and explore him. I don’t want to stop. With other guys, I try to stage manage. Maybe set the scene with flower petals and candles. Or juice things up with breathless oohs and aahs, but Max and I are beyond that. We’ve been through a war together. I pull him from my mouth and kiss just his tip. Suddenly he’s out of my hand. He kneels in front of me.

“You’re too slow,” he whispers.

“You’re too perfect,” I whisper.

“You’re too hot,” he says, watching my eyes. A condom wrapper crinkles at the edge of my awareness. My heart pounds. We’re kneeling face-to-face in this empty studio space in the middle of the city, me and my enemy who I know like the back of my hand, and all the walls are coming down.

“You’re too terrifying,” I finally say. The light flooding in the windows is a faint dot of white in each of his eyes.

“So are you,” he says. I kiss him. I press into him because I want my chest against his, because my heart feels raw, like there’s a hole there that can only be plugged by his chest.

“Mia,” he rumbles into the kiss. He stands, pulling me up with him, never once breaking the kiss. I fling my legs around him and kiss him. He holds me aloft, kneading my partly-silk-clad butt cheeks. “You’re gonna make me come again.”

“That’s the plan.”

… He pushes a little ways in, stretching me. “God, it already is unbelievable.”

I grab handfuls of his shirt, holding him, rocking with him. His gaze falls to my lips. He leans in, nips my lower lip, just softly. I suck in a shaky little breath, trying to be quiet about it. I don’t want him to know how he shatters me. How much power he has over me. How much I want this.

“I love when you do that,” he says.

“What, when I breathe?” I joke. “You need to get out more.”

“I love when I touch you, and you try to act like it’s nothing…But when you secretly melt like that, you have no idea how sexy it is. It’s a gift,” he whispers. “Something only for me.”

My eyes drift closed as he moves deeper, filling me fully. The shock of him so thick inside me makes me shudder with pleasure. He rocks into me again, breath erratic. He’s fucking me. Owning me. It’s beyond anything.

…He’s grinding me and rubbing me. I’m lost in us. An orgasm explodes over me, white-hot behind my eyes. I grip his arms as he cries out, a pleasure-pain sound that feels so Max-ish, I want to die. He stays in me a long time, forehead to mine. I bring my palm to his cheek.

“Max,” I say.

“Oh my god, Mia,” he finally says. Neither of us say anything. There’s just the sound of our breath and the press of our sweaty foreheads together. And then I just laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he ask.

“Us,” I say.

Thiswassuchafunnyandfunbook!

Grade: A

Breaking The Billionaire’s Rules is Available Now!