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Millionaire Mavericks: The Oilman’s Baby Bargain
Michelle Celmer
Jennifer Lewis
Day Leclaire
THE OILMAN'S BABY BARGAINHe’d seduced Alexis Cavanaugh, so it was up to Mitch to wed the heiress. But Alexis was done with being manipulated. She was carrying Mitch’s baby and would not reveal her secret until she had the billionaire exactly where she wanted him!THE MAVERICK'S VIRGIN MISTRESSHer life in danger, innocent Alicia Montoya turns to Rick Jones. She eagerly accepts her new lover’s protection… until she discovers his true identity. He’s Justin Dupree, a notorious playboy! Had he lied to her simply to seduce her?LONE STAR SEDUCTIONAlex Montoya had been the housekeeper’s son, foolish enough to fall for the boss’s daughter, Rebecca Huntington. When kicked to the kerb, he becomes a self-made millionaire with one agenda: revenge. But some desires were impossible to resist…
Millionaire
Mavericks
The Oilman’s Baby Bargain
Michelle Celmer
The Maverick’s Virgin Mistress
Jennifer Lewis
Lone Star Seduction
Day Leclaire
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#ud67b0496-9ee8-58bd-aaea-485cdd45cdcb)
Title Page (#u6435414d-2a59-5a84-b834-e51abf919b56)
The Oilman’s Baby Bargain
About the Author (#ue25f33c1-7bac-5429-a05f-111b58c24a75)
Chapter One (#ulink_7e90e2df-b15e-5b1b-b7ec-9b1013a5dfe1)
Chapter Two (#ulink_62f2a881-93b6-5eb5-b586-0d135914a3cc)
Chapter Three (#ulink_ac1e914a-b49c-5611-892a-3139238ca5f2)
Chapter Four (#ulink_5a5a7074-8dfd-555f-a424-7e97a7a185f6)
Chapter Five (#ulink_8614122b-225f-5305-aa44-1ae3ddce44e8)
Chapter Six (#ulink_485ddd72-f956-5670-a460-fc89acec40ab)
Chapter Seven (#ulink_a0582cd6-aa91-5801-98ed-3045e81610f6)
Chapter Eight (#ulink_9b3eb2fa-c9af-534e-b1b1-aa0cd449160d)
Chapter Nine (#ulink_fbc74369-0732-55d4-9d91-b9310250a6fa)
Chapter Ten (#ulink_64222dd5-59bb-52ac-89d1-3bae09c780c7)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
The Maverick’s Virgin Mistress
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Lone Star Seduction
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
The Oilman’s Baby Bargain (#uba607a78-a063-5fa9-afe1-21bc880d7d13)
Bestselling author MICHELLE CELMER lives in southeastern Michigan with her husband, their three children, two dogs and two cats. When she’s not writing or busy being a mum, you can find her in the garden or curled up with a romance. And if you twist her arm really hard you can usually persuade her into a day of power shopping.
Michelle loves to hear from readers. Visit her website at www.michellecelmer.com (http://www.michellecelmer.com), or write to her at PO Box 300, Clawson, MI 48017, USA.
Chapter One (#ulink_760c686f-a569-53c2-b365-36cb32d95d53)
June
Alexis Cavanaugh was in love with the wrong brother.
She gazed across the candlelit table at the man she had spent the better part of the past week in D.C. with, only half listening as he spoke fervently about Brody Oil and Gas, the company he co-owned with his brother Lance. The brother she was supposed to be marrying.
Not that she had expected to fall in love with Lance. The marriage was little more than a business deal cooked up by the Brody brothers and her father, Bruce Cavanaugh, senior senator from her home state of Texas. But hadn’t she always done what her father asked of her? Didn’t he, as he’d always claimed, know what was best? A marriage to Lance would provide her the financial security and station in society that she’d earned—although other than possess the Cavanaugh name, she wasn’t sure what she’d ever done to deserve it.
Not that she didn’t find Lance appealing. He was tall and dark and devastatingly attractive—not to mention built like a tank—with a charm that drew people to him. A gentle giant. But he wasn’t as refined a man as she was accustomed to. He seemed more comfortable among the roughnecks at the refinery than the shareholders. Mitch, on the other hand, had seemed perfectly at ease with the elite of D.C. They had attended half a dozen parties and fundraisers together—Mitch on his brother’s behalf, of course—and he could schmooze with the best of them. He was clearly the brains behind Brody Oil and Gas.
And the brother she clearly was falling for.
So many men treated her like a brainless, witless showpiece. Better seen and not heard. But Mitch listened to her. He heard her, and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.
She realized suddenly that he was meeting her gaze across the table, a grin on his ridiculously handsome face. A face that had become quite familiar over the past few days. She had memorized every line and curve, the slope of his nose, the sensual shape of his chocolate-brown eyes, the fullness of his lips and sharp set of his jaw. She knew every expression and nuance. And the smile he wore now was an amused one.
“What?” she asked.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?”
He was right. He’d been talking about his business, which obviously meant more to him than anything else, and she had completely zoned out. In her own defense, it was tough to watch those full lips move and not become entranced, not be lulled by the deep tenor of his voice. But that was no excuse to be rude. She was usually an exceptional listener.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’m obviously boring you to death. I forget that not everyone is as passionate as I am about the oil business.”
“I enjoy hearing you talk about it. I guess I’m just a little tired. It’s been a very busy week.”
“It has,” Mitch agreed, with a smile that was just this side of seductive. “My brother has no idea what he’s missing.”
Did he feel the same connection, the same longing for her that she had for him? Or was he simply being polite? Was he just naturally flirtatious, like his brother?
“It’s late. I should get you back to the hotel.”
Just for a moment, she let herself believe that he couldn’t wait to get her back to her room so he could make passionate love to her. The idea both thrilled and terrified her. She had always hoped her first time would be special, and she knew without a doubt that with Mitch, it would be.
But that wasn’t going to happen because she was marrying his brother. And shouldn’t she save something as precious as her virginity for her spouse? Even if it wasn’t a real marriage?
He summoned the waiter and paid the exorbitantly high bill without batting an eyelash. What did she expect when he took her to the most exclusive restaurant in D.C.? Money was obviously of no concern.
He helped her up from her seat and walked her to the door. She took pleasure in the way every head in the room swiveled in his direction. Men watched with envy as their female companions swooned, eyes filled with silent longing.
Sorry, girls, he’s all mine. At least until she became officially engaged to Lance. If only she could capture this time and make it last forever. Make a life with Mitch instead of Lance.
The limo was already waiting for them as they stepped out into the hot and muggy evening air, but the soft leather felt cool as she slipped inside. “The Watergate Hotel,” Mitch told the driver.
She hoped they would talk more on the way there, but his cell phone rang. He checked the display and told her, “Sorry, but I have to take this.”
Though he said nothing specific, it was clear by his tone that the conversation had something to do with the fire at the refinery. She’d heard from her father that the investigation pointed to arson, and though there were no solid suspects, rumors were spreading that Lance’s rival, Alejandro Montoya, might be responsible. She couldn’t understand why anyone would put so many lives in danger, but having grown up around politics, she’d learned that some people were capable of terrible things.
Mitch disconnected just as the limo pulled up to the hotel. Usually they parted ways in the lobby, as their rooms were in different wings, but tonight Mitch offered to accompany her to her door.
He was just being polite, she told herself. But why now? Why was tonight any different than the last?
The air seemed to sizzle with electricity as they rode the elevator up to the penthouse. More than usual she felt acutely aware of his presence beside her. Or maybe it was just her imagination.
When the doors slid open, he touched her waist to lead her out. His hand felt huge, and warmth seeped through the silk of her sundress, making the skin beneath tingle. She couldn’t recall him touching her this way before, and she was sure she would have noticed. When they reached her door, he took the key from her and opened it. She stepped inside and he leaned against the jamb.
“I had a nice time tonight, Lexi,” he said. There was heat in his eyes as they searched her face, then drifted lower, to the front of her dress, where, thanks to her very expensive and uncomfortable push-up bra, her breasts swelled over and begged to be noticed. He did notice, and he obviously liked what he saw.
She had never been one to play the seductress, but tonight she was feeling the part. Would it hurt her, for the first time in her boring and proper life, to do something scandalous and wicked? Something just for herself? Who, besides the two of them, would ever know? After years of chastity, hadn’t she earned one night of unbridled passion and ecstasy?
She knew without a doubt he would give her exactly that.
“I had a nice time, too,” she said, gazing up at him through the fringe of her lashes, wearing what she hoped was a seductive smile. Maybe it was the wine, or the candlelit dinner, but she could feel her inhibitions melting away. “Would you like to come inside for a nightcap?”
Without hesitation he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. She opened her mouth to ask him what he wanted to drink, but before she could make a sound his arms were around her, drawing her against him. Her nipples tingled almost painfully as they pressed against the wall of his chest and her knees went weak with excitement. Then he lowered his head and kissed her. Her lips parted with a surprised gasp, and he dipped in for a taste.
She expected him to plunder and dominate the way the men did in her favorite romance novels. Instead, his lips were soft and gentle, his touch tender. In spite of having wanted this with all of her heart, she was so stunned she was actually kissing her future brother-in-law that she stood stiff in his arms.
He must have interpreted her reaction as a rejection, because he released her and pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I’ve been fantasizing about doing that all night. All week.”
So had she, and she wasn’t going to blow it. She wasn’t going to let her fear of the unknown ruin this chance for a night with the man of her dreams.
