Hot Billionaire for Hire by Cat Johnson


I’m a billionaire, not a security expert, but even I know my all-American girlfriend taking me down in one smooth move and speaking fluent Russian is suspicious. The worst part? I don’t seem to care when I’ve got her alone, up against the wall with my hand fisted in her hair.

Then there’s the little matter of the two gun-toting Russians after us. I guess this is what I should expect for owing my Navy SEAL buddy Zane a favor…

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