The
Billionaire’s Playroom: An Erotic Dominance Story
By
Lane
Masters
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Romance Edition
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Copyright
2012 by Lane Masters
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This is a
work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents
are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a
fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,
or actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
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Breathtaking
desire. Irresistible risk. Consuming passion.
Allison
finds herself stranded on the road, caught between the oncoming force
of a lightning storm and the open door of billionaire Craig Westford.
Which is more dangerous—the man or the storm? The man.
Definitely the man.
For this
man can awaken unfamiliar feelings inside of her--cravings she never
knew she had, passion she has never experienced. Fleeing the storm,
she is caught in the Billionaire’s Playroom. And she has no
desire to escape.
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“Damn it!”
Allison cursed as she slammed her hand against her thigh. She glared
as she gazed down into the open hood of the rental car. Climbing out
of the dead car and opening its hood had been completely futile--the
jumbled innards of the vehicle were a complete mystery to her. All
she knew was that the damn rental car had died in the middle of God
knows where, and now Allison, a sports blogger for a local website,
would not get to Atlanta tonight. Thank God the interview she had
scheduled for tomorrow was in the late afternoon. Hopefully, she
would make it there by then.
Allison gazed around
her. She hadn’t seen a house for miles, and the edges of the
road were lined with the thick trees and scrub typical of North
Florida. But worst of all, were the clouds threatening ahead of her.
She had known a storm was coming, had expected to drive through it
all night long. She had not expected to have to wait out the
thunderstorm sitting in a dead car. There was no way she was going to
walk for help through a summer, Florida lightning storm.
She managed to slam the
car door just as the first gumdrop sized splatters of rain began to
fall. Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance, and she could see
the lightning coming.
Florida. Lightning
capital of the United States. One of the first things that she had
learned upon moving to the state was to get indoors when the
notorious summer storms flashed across the skies. The interior of the
car would be just as safe, right?
Allison watched the
electric strikes in the sky in front of her, violent shards of light
ripping through the clouds. The storm was coming closer, and there
was nothing she could do but wait it out. She sighed. It had been a
miserable day. First, she had been an hour late getting on the road
because her dog, Mojo, had managed to get out of the fence. She had
succeeded in chasing him down and gotten him to the kennel where he
was boarding, but by then rush hour traffic had hit. And rush hour
traffic headed out of Jacksonville, Florida was hell on earth.
Allison hated the
monotony of the interstate and had opted to take the back roads
headed north. She preferred the variety of the scenery and the
absence of 18-wheelers and vacation traffic. But there were a few
significant drawbacks, and being stuck in the middle of nowhere was
one of them.
Hell’s fire, she
couldn’t even use her phone to call for roadside assistance.
Anxiously, she glanced around, as if that would make her cell phone
magically transport from her house to her hand. Nope. Still no cell
phone.
She hadn’t
discovered that her cell phone was missing until she was a couple of
hours out of