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30 Days With My Dashing One-Night Stand Billionaire Novel Cover

30 Days With My Dashing One-Night Stand Billionaire

After catching her boyfriend banging her coursemate, Luna ends up in a club with her friend, in a bid to forget it all. There, she meets this dashing guy who she jumps on without hesitation and requests for wild sex. It was supposed to be a one-night stand— one hell of a one-night stand that gave her shivers, but what she wasn't expecting was to meet him again. Not as the one who helped her brother secure a business deal and the one in whose house she would be spending the next thirty days. His name is Xander Storm— a dashing billionaire and one of the most eligible bachelors in Bayview. The shock goes both ways because the two of them relished the one-night stand and acknowledged that it felt more than one— but weren't expecting to see each other again. What will these thirty days be like? Will they pretend it never happened, or will they give in to the growing feelings that gnawed at their hearts? What will Xander's growing feelings for Luna mean for his revenge against the death of his parents, and for his enemies?
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Chapter 2

~LUNA~

"Are you sure about this?" His deep, crispy voice rumbled through me, even though our bodies were no longer pressed against each other. We were standing in front of a hotel room, his gaze fixed on mine searchingly.

"Once we go in, there's no going back." He continued when I didn't say anything immediately, allowing me to rethink my obviously stupid decision and go back.

"Yes," I muttered as my determined gaze met his. I was done being careful. A touch of recklessness should suffice. I was tipsy, but still in control of my reasoning. I climbed the elevator with him, knowing fully well what I was getting into. I needed to prove an asshole wrong— have wild sex. Break, if I could— since I was fragile.

"Let's do it." I held his gaze with a challenging tilt of my head. After a few seconds of holding mine, his gaze dipped to my lips and the intensity of it sent chills through my spine. I mentally shook my head. Maybe it was the alcohol seeping in and not the fact that his gaze was doing things to my insides.

The beeping of the key card dragged me out of my thoughts. He was staring at me while opening the door. Not just at my face, his gaze hovered over every part of my body. Another chill, plus a tingling sensation that emanated from nowhere. Focus! Luna!

We walked into the suite room and the first thing my eyes took in was the king-sized bed that stood in the middle of an exquisitely furnished spacious room.

But that was before his mouth came onto mine with such intensity and hunger that it made my knees grow weak immediately.

"Still the alcohol," I chanted within as I willingly parted my lips for him. It was a shock that he didn't waste time claiming my lips, and didn't hesitate to trail his big fingers down the small of my back.

"He's just in a hurry to get this over with and not because he's taken by you." I tried to believe the voice ringing in my head as he guarded me to bed. Our lips were still devouring each other's while his hands roamed around my back demandingly.

The chills intensified, and my entire body pulsed in the wake of his touches. I wanted more.

‘Just the heartbreak and the alcohol making you wild.’

He groaned as his lips left mine and started trailing a path from my cheeks down to the hollow of my neck as he laid me down on the bed. My lips parted, eliciting a moan that I couldn't hold back.

This guy was a total stranger and I didn't know the extent of his cleanness, despite the fact his musky scent was assaulting my nose, and the way he looked so prim and proper in that white dress shirt and well-tailored black pants he wore.

But I wasn't talking about physical cleanness. I meant sexually. He had already zipped my gown and slid it off my shoulders, still licking a path down my shoulders when my hazy mind kicked into action.

Breathlessly, I held his shoulders and stepped back.

His brows furrowed before he let out a cocky smile.

"What? Change your mind already?" His crispy deep voice had to be illegal because it always sent a deep rumble through me. That which I chose to ignore.

I scoffed. "You wish." I wasn't ready to give him a win. "Are you clean?"

His cocky smile metamorphosed into a grin as he closed the little distance I previously created. My body stiffened. I thought he was going for my lips, but his face slipped past my cheeks and made for my ear.

"Shouldn't you have asked that before kissing me senseless and jumping on top of me, hmm, dewdrop?" My eyes snapped shut as goosebumps erupted through me. Gosh! The rumble again.

"I..." Honestly, I had no idea what I was about to say, but before I could utter any gibberish his lips circled my ear lobes and his teeth dug softly into the flesh. A loud moan escaped my lips. How did he get to know about that spot being one of my most sensitive spots? I didn't dare ask that.

My mind chose that moment to zero in on his last words.

"Dewdrop!" I echoed as my eyes fluttered open to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. My body shook at the intensity emanating from it.

He nodded, his cocky grim, still in place. "Don't worry, dewdrop. I'm clean. And FYI, I'm going raw."

My eyes widened at his declaration, and before I could protest, my legs were already parted and straddling him. I didn't know how he got there.

"Now, let's give you that wild sex you have craving for." He purred while his fingers shifted my lacy panties and slid in. The slick sound of my center surprised both him and me.

"My! You are so wet, dewdrop." My pupils dilated. I wasn't just wet. I was dripping. I couldn't feel the juices dripping out of my center.

He freed his cock in no time, by sliding down his pants and thong.

My lips fell several inches apart at the sheer size of him.

"God! You are so—"

"So befitting to give you the wild sex you so desire, yes?" He replied firmly.

My lips slammed together in resignation. Great! I wanted him and would have to go ahead with it, break if I might, but I wasn't ready to give him the last laugh.

So, without thinking, I arched my hips up higher to meet his huge and lengthy maleness.

"Then why don't you go ahead with it? Show me what you got."

A low growl rumbled from his lips. "Don't dare me, dewdrop. I won't go gentle."

A mischievous smile crept across my cheeks as my eyes hovered over his rocky chest. His shirt had already left his body, leaving me with a gorgeous sight of his broad chest and sensuous abs. My mouth watered.

"Good! Because I don't want you to."

With another growl, he tugged my gown. "Off!" he commanded. I shimmeyed out of my gown immediately, my gaze never leaving his. I wanted to gauge his reaction.

His jaw slacked as he beheld my near-naked state— left in only my black lacy bra and panties. I didn't waste time in taking them off as well.

Then he gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bubble up and down, before he leaned down and swiftly slid inside of me.

A gasp tore through my lips. "You are so big." I managed to utter as he slid deeper. Another moan left my lips.

His cocky grin was back again. "And I am going to enjoy watching you beg me to go slow, dewdrop." He uttered in a husky voice as he picked up pace, dragging my moans to the next level. Oh, God!!

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