Claiming Lily (Rescued by the Billionaire, #2) Fun Facts!

Claiming Lily by Rene Webb, USA TODAY Bestselling Author

 

5 New Character You Will Meet:

1) Trevor Gregor

2) Riley Finch 3) Peter Stein

4) Derek Lion

5) Daisy Sanchez

 

4 Nicknames Lily Will Call Finn, Trying To Find The Perfect One

1) Mr. Clean

2) Boss Man

3) Dude

4) Edward

 

3 Questions That Will be Answered

1) Why did James Mayers really have Lily kidnapped?

2) What are Finn's future plans for himself and Lily?

3) What is Lily's secret geeky obsession?

 

2 Objects That Will Be Seen

Police Batton Silk Scarf

 

1 Naughty Excerpt

“How are you feeling?” He kisses my naked shoulder.

“Umm…” I don’t quite know how to answer him. It would be a total lie if I said I was fine. I’m not sure I’ll ever be completely all right after what happened to me. I may not be a walking ball of anxiety anymore, or at least not when Finn is in the room, but how can I ever truly be okay, knowing that a man I loved and looked up to, my stepfather, had me kidnapped and brought to that hellish place for reasons I’d rather not think about?

“Better,” I whisper, looking into the mirror and meeting his warm, gentle eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he says with a grin. One of his arms wraps across my chest while the other one grabs the shirt I’m shielding myself with and tosses it back onto the floor. 

“Finn,” I say in protest.

He gently pulls me in tighter to his body, surrounding me.

After sweeping my hair to one side, Finn nuzzles and kisses my neck with gentle affection. My body relaxes in his arms. I hear my own sigh as I let go of the tension I’ve been holding in. I wrap my hands around his forearms, grounding myself.

“Breakfast will be here in thirty minutes. Should give you enough time for a nice soak in the tub,” he tells me and kisses my bare shoulder, holding me warmly in his arms.

“Thanks, Mr. Clean, but I’m good.” I giggle, turning my head and looking up into his face. 

“Mr. Clean?”

“Yes, until I can come up with something better,” I say, and although he’s scowling down at me, I see a trace of a smile.

“You could just use my name,” he states, raising his sexy eyebrows up at me.

“I could.”

Finn leans and whispers against my lips, his voice dipping into a low, sensual growl that sends a spark of heat through me. “Or you could call me sir.” 

“I could,” I say, and even I can hear the breathy desire in my voice.

Fuck! This man has a power over me, like no other.

One of his large hands cups my face and turns it so he can take my mouth with his—slowly, deeply, possessing it completely. I moan as his free hand cups my breast and he pinches my already-stiff nipple, sending a tingle of familiar pleasure through my body.

“How’s your cunt feeling?” he asks against my lips. The hand that was sensually torturing my breast slides down my body and between my legs, which part instinctively, welcoming—wanting—his touch.

“Wet.” My words come out in a strange giggle-moan as he palms my bare flesh.

How could I possibly be anything else with him touching and surrounding me?

The soreness from this morning no longer exists, replaced by an aching need.

Why the fuck does this man affect me so much?

I hear a groan behind me as Finn’s arms release their hold on me, and I feel a chill from the loss. With his warm hands on my hips, he spins me around so we are now face-to-face. I slide my palms up his solid chest and entwine my arms around his neck, letting my fingers slide through his thick hair as I pull him toward me. He comes willingly, pressing his full wet lips to my awaiting ones, taking over and dominating the kiss. His arms wrap around me. I shudder with pleasure as he runs his hands down my back to palm my ass, then squeeze it gently before moving lower.

“Dude!” I exclaim as I am suddenly lifted. Finn knocks over bottles and pushes our clothes onto the floor, and he sets me on the counter.

“Dude?” he asks, quirking his eyebrows.

Smiling and spreading my legs farther apart, I let his question go unanswered as I pull him in closer. Wanting—needing—to feel his warmth.

Finn tangles one hand in my hair, while the other slowly moves back down my body, caressing, touching, and sending a shudder of need through me. He kisses me slowly, leisurely, teasing me with his tongue. His wandering hand squeezes my breast and thumbs my nipple. I hear myself making a plaintive moan in his mouth. Still lower his hand travels, stroking my skin along the way, making me shiver. Finally, his hand reaches my sex.

“Lean back on your elbows,” he tells me, breaking the kiss.

I lean back and look down my body at the man between my legs. His strong hands are resting on my thighs, gently pushing them apart, exposing my sex further to the cool air of the room and his heated gaze.

Text Copyright © 2018 Rene Webb, All Rights Reserved​​

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