Until I Claim You

Very few people can say they almost hooked up with their boss.Hardly anyone can say he was also their ex’s dad…Edwin Lyons is about twenty years older, several inches taller, and significantly richer.But that last part is no surprise.He is the CEO of the Lyons Club, after all, and I am so deep in debt that I couldn’t see the surface if I tried.The kicker?He has no idea his new nightclub manager—yours truly—used to date his son.I know exactly who he is, but that still doesn’t stop me from kissing him. From giving in to those dark eyes.From letting him dominate me in more ways than I ever thought imaginable.I expect all hell to break loose when he finds out. I almost anticipate it.But Edwin is not a vengeful man. He is a possessive one.And he will do anything it takes if it means he gets to keep me…Until I Claim You is an Age Gap, Ex's Dad romance that you’ll fall head over heels for .It's a standalone and the first book in the Lyons Club Series. No Cheating, No Cliffhanger, Happily Ever After guaranteed!Scroll up and one click to start this HOT Billionaire romance now!

“You were watching me?” 

The
hole I’ve dug myself is so deep there’s no way I’m climbing out. “She was
hanging on you, and you were smiling and whispering and–”

Edwin grabs my knee. 

I gasp, marveling at the spot where his hand has connected with my
skin. 

Thank god the lip of the bar casts our lower bodies in shadow and
the lights in the VIP lounge are too distracting for anyone to care about a man
touching a woman’s knee. 

“Sonia.” 

I lift my head and stare into his onyx eyes. 

His smile has faded, turned into something more serious. “Do you
think that’s how I flirt, Sonia?” 

“I…I don’t know.” His grip is making it hard to even think. 

He glances over his shoulder before sliding his hand further up, to
my thigh, bending back the hem of my skirt to get what he wants. “Well, I can
assure you, my flirting isn’t nearly so trite as touching and giggling.” 

I open and close my mouth, trying to say something in return. But I
can’t. Edwin’s hand is so far under my skirt I know he has only one mission. I
start to panic, looking around to see if anyone can see us. 

“Don’t look at them, look at me.” 

Holy hell. His demand is mine to fulfill. Our eyes lock again just
in time for his fingers to brush up against my panties. My whole pussy
tightens, clit throbbing with want. 

“No one is looking. And even if they were, you shouldn’t care.
Because this is how I flirt, Sonia.”

I swallow. 

“Give me permission to touch you.” His demand comes in that
panties-melting tone. 

I nod slowly. 

Edwin’s fingers thread through my underwear, brushing up against my
labia. He smiles. “Wet. For me?” 

I
nod again. God, I’m turning into a sex-starved bobblehead.

He laughs lowly and pets my pussy gently. He slings his arm over the
back of my stool shielding us from prying eyes even further. 

But I couldn’t give a fuck at this point who sees. His fingers in my
pussy are a dangerous combination. 

“Listen to me, Sonia Hill. I have no need to pick up women at my
club and take them downstairs to have my way with them. I could if I wanted. In
fact, I have. Many women, over the years, have become my playthings. And I’ve
enjoyed them however I wanted.” 

I seal my lips together when his fingers start to circle my clit,
shoulders rising. I want to undulate my hips against his hand so damn hard, but
that would be a recipe for disaster. 

“I have no interest in that anymore, though. Because…” 

His finger presses my clit like it’s a button. 

I gasp, turning my face toward him, realizing his mouth is only an
inch away. 

I could have him. Here and now. We could say fuck all and just take each other.
It’s obvious we both want it. 

“…now, my mind is on someone else entirely.” 

Me? The way his
gaze is intent on me, it has to be. Right?