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  Summer Flame

  A Billionaire Friends-With-Benefits Romance

  Gage Grayson

  Gage Grayson

  A Billionaire Friends-With-Benefits Romance

  By Gage Grayson

  Copyright 2018 by Third Base Press

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Contents

  Description

  Summer Lovin’ Series

  1. Erik

  2. Rose

  3. Erik

  4. Rose

  5. Erik

  6. Rose

  7. Erik

  8. Rose

  9. Erik

  10. Rose

  11. Erik

  12. Rose

  13. Erik

  14. Rose

  15. Erik

  16. Rose

  17. Erik

  18. Rose

  19. Erik

  20. Epilogue

  Description

  Rose Marie Clark.

  Sassy real estate agent.

  Fucking gorgeous.

  Tonight? She’s challenging me to give her everything I have.

  Yes ma’am…

  Except two weeks of bliss can’t make up for utter betrayal.

  Or can they?

  Nothing is what it seems in Summer Flame.

  Summer Lovin’ Series

  At the Hamptons summer wedding of billionaire Theo “The Duke” Athens to the world’s most over the top bridezilla, Emma Vandercliff, the wedding party is treated to a round of drinks from Oberon Lawson, the mysterious & intimidating billionaire who owns most of the neighborhood.

  Maybe there’s something in the drink—or maybe it’s just enough of the liquid courage they all need—but hijinks ensue as each member of the wedding party has a wild night they’ll never forget. Secrets are uncovered, stakes are raised & lives are changed forever.

  The only thing certain by the end of each novel is the happy ending—but the person you arrived with might not be the one you end up going home with by the time the night is through...

  Book 1 - Summer of Love - Natalie Knight

  Book 2 - Summer Escape - Liz K. Lorde

  Book 3 - Summer Temptation - Lana Hartley

  Book 4 - Summer Flame - Gage Grayson

  Book 5 - Summer Secrets - Vivien Vale

  Book 6 - Summer Heat - Alexis Angel

  Book 7 - Summer Lover – Gage Grayson and Carter Blake

  Book 8 - Summer Fling - Daphne Dawn

  Book 9 – Summer Sins – Gage Grayson and Carter Blake

  Book 10 - Summer Bride - Natalie Knight and Daphne Dawn

  1

  Erik

  Sometimes, no matter how hard you try or how much money you have, things simply don’t go the way you want them to.

  Even though I can’t say I especially like the bride and groom, and I hardly know my date at all, by whatever circumstances fate has dealt me I’ve found myself at a glitzy, expensive wedding reception in the Hamptons at the height of summer.

  I suppose that’s hardly something to complain about.

  And, my God, my date is unbelievably gorgeous, so I definitely wouldn’t complain about that either.

  But when I first arrived in the Hamptons to survey potential land and real estate for a business deal, I had no idea that, two weeks later, I’d still fucking be here. I thought I’d have sorted the property in two or three days tops before heading to my main business headquarters in New York. I had planned for a quick jaunt back to the Hamptons just for the wedding, and that would be it.

  It seems, however, that even the best-laid (and most expensive) plans can go awry.

  Yet, as I mentioned, at least my date is beautiful and an absolute firecracker to boot.

  Rose Marie Clark, my real estate agent.

  When I had entered Hamptons Properties and asked for their best agent, I certainly didn’t expected their best agent to simultaneously be one of the most perfect looking women I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes upon.

  Rose’s usually wildly-curled black hair, which, until now, I had only ever seen kept back cleanly from her face in an up-do, has been meticulously and sleekly straightened and thrown over one shoulder. With her olive eyes, tanned skin, and in an incredibly sexy-yet-classy sheer black dress, she looks like a goddess.

  Who said you shouldn’t wear black to weddings? After seeing Rose, I’d say it should most definitely be allowed.

  Of course, she catches me looking at her. I’m not exactly subtle with my I-want-to-fuck-you-by-the-champagne-tower expression plastered across my face.

  But Rose can’t simply be a quickie at a wedding. She’s brokering my multi-million-dollar property deals, after all.

  I just wish for the love of God that she would broker them faster.

  “You know, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m fairly certain my dress will fall off of its own accord,” Rose muses into my ear, smiling suggestively, as she brings a flute of champagne up to her lips.

  I raise an eyebrow.

  “Now, wouldn’t that be a spectacle? I’m sure the bride would complain about being thoroughly upstaged at her own wedding.”

  “Speaking of, I haven’t spotted her anywhere. You’d think the bride and groom would show up to their own wedding reception.”

  “Or they could have done what I’d do, and head straight to their beach house for some rampant—”

  “If that’s what you want to do, then I’m all for it,” Rose interrupts, all sultry smiles and long dark lashes.

  God, what wouldn’t I give to fuck her?

  I cough slightly whilst I struggle to pull my head from the proverbial gutter. A twinging, aching feeling in my pants suggests that my cock disagrees with such a change of thought.

  I give Rose an exaggerated sigh, to which she lets out a soft laugh.

  “Unfortunately, I have to show my face until at least the toasts and speeches are done. The groom would kill me if I ran off before that, even if it were to indulge in a woman such as yourself.”

  “Oh, so you want to indulge in me, Erik Storm? Sounds like an idea I can get behind…”

  I don’t miss the blatant innuendo; I quickly down a glass of champagne in response.

  We’re interrupted by the appearance of a man I only know a Richard. His bank is an absolute powerhouse that I could really do with having on my side.

  However, our short conversation only leads to Richard turning down my offer flat. What on earth could I have unknowingly done that is preventing me from buying property in the Hamptons?

  “How are the property brokers doing, anyway?” I ask Rose as I throw a side glance at her after Richard leaves.

  I notice the subtle change in her expression immediately.

  “You had mentioned that at least the paperwork for that beachfront property I wanted for my own use should be ready by tomorrow.”

  Rose smothers a grimace.

  “I know I said that, but we’re having some difficulty getting in contact with the property owner. Seems he’s gone off skiing to escape the summer heat.”

  “If he hates the heat so much, why own property at the Hamptons?”

  Rose waves a hand dismissively.

  “As if I understand what you billionaires
are thinking when you throw your money about.”

  I don’t bother correcting Rose’s very valid but not entirely true preconception about billionaires.

  Well, it’s certainly true for many of us.

  Just not necessarily for me—most of the time, at least.

  “So how much longer do you think it’s likely to take, Miss Clark?”

  Rose frowns slightly at me.

  “Look, Erik, I’m gonna be blunt. Had I known you were asking me out on a date to continue grilling me about my day job, I would have refused. I just wanted to have a good time with some good company.”

  Ah, I can be an utter jackass sometimes.

  Of course, Rose wouldn’t want to be asked out on a date just to discuss work. Nobody would want that. I just can’t help but shake the feeling that Rose isn’t being as forthcoming as she could be with the property deals.

  For a moment, I entertain the idea that she’s deliberately stretching out the deal to see if I’ll fuck her. It’s an irresistible idea.

  But no—Rose herself said that she makes a living by working with stupidly rich billionaires. She wouldn’t risk her credibility for one of them.

  I give her an apologetic smile.

  “You’re right, of course. I was being an ass. Would you like some more champagne?” I ask, motioning to the tower of glasses where I definitely want to screw Rose by.

  She links an arm with mine and nods her head, her beautiful features growing serene as the topic of work is erased from conversation.

  Just as we pick up fresh glasses of champagne, a familiar figure appears close by.

  A wave of dislike washes over me as I realize that it’s Oberon Lawson, another groomsmen for the wedding. He owns what feels like, at least, half of the Hamptons, which makes him my unfortunate rival.

  I wish it were anyone but him. I don’t trust Oberon; not in the slightest. He always seems to have an ulterior motive for doing anything, no matter how inconsequential that thing may be.

  Rose watches attentively as Oberon makes his way past us, and I wonder for a moment if the man has ever bought property from her. It’s not as if it’s something I had thought to ask before, but then again, the likelihood is pretty high.

  Resolving to ask her about it in the morning, I slide an arm around her waist to pull her in closer as Oberon’s eyes scan over us, lingering hungrily on Rose.

  “Don’t let him near you,” I murmur under my breath.

  Rose barely suppresses a laugh.

  “I can handle myself, you know. Though I do enjoy the whole alpha male thing you have going on right now,” she replies, glancing down at my arm, smirking.

  Oberon walks past us without saying hello, which I am supremely grateful for.

  I nearly drop my glass when another groomsman comes bundling along, tripping drunkenly over his own feet, and narrowly avoid stepping on my expensive leather shoes.

  He looks up at me with bleary eyes that are slow to recognize who I am.

  “It’s the other billionaire,” the man slurs.

  “John,” I say, suddenly remembering the man’s unremarkable name, “you seem like you’ve had a bit much to drink. Having a good time?”

  “You fucking bet I am! Have you seen the celebs and bigwigs around here? And the models! It’s a total A-list party.”

  John notices Rose, and his eyes are just about to pop out of his skull as they take her in. She smiles for him, which he sleazily returns.

  “I see you wasted no time finding a babe,” he says. “I’m still searching for the perfect bang myself, only…”

  “Only what?”

  John leans in to my face; Rose suppresses a laugh as I struggle not to recoil from the man’s unpleasantly alcoholic breath.

  “All the booze has gone to my dick. I don’t suppose you have any—you know?”

  “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, John,” I reply, though I know perfectly well what he’s implying.

  As if I need a fucking Viagra to perform even when I’m wasted.

  John laughs as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.

  “Viagra, Erik, Viagra! Do you have any? I wanna be raring to go all fucking night.”

  “You’ll have to find someone else for that,” I reply, shaking my head. I glance at Rose, smirking slightly. “I don’t think a single inch of my cock has ever needed a drug to keep it up all night before.”

  “Not even a single inch?” Rose cuts in, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

  “Nope. All twelve inches are ready and raring to go at any moment, no drugs required.”

  John looks at me enviously just as Rose bites her lower lip and gulps slightly.

  I couldn’t ask for two more perfect reactions.

  John stumbles away to find another source for his precious Viagra as Rose locks eyes with me.

  “I sincerely hope the speeches happen soon so we can get the hell out of here.”

  I’ve never agreed more with anything in my fucking life.

  2

  Rose

  Ever since Erik Storm not-so-subtly mentioned all twelve inches of his dick, I haven’t thought about anything else.

  To be honest, I hadn’t really been thinking about much else before he mentioned it, either, but now, I have an exact size to visualize.

  I had agreed to be Erik’s date because—let’s be honest—the guy’s hot. Tall, dark hair, shockingly pale blue eyes, a sharp jawline, cheekbones that could cut glass…

  And, he makes a pretty striking figure in a tuxedo.

  And now, I know what he’s packing—damn. You can be sure I won’t be ending this night without banging the guy.

  I wouldn’t normally go on a date with a client. In fact, I’d say that not dating my clients is pretty much rule number one. But I’ve been getting along better with Erik than I had expected to, given my prior experience with guys as rich as him.

  Erik’s blazing drunk friend/acquaintance, John, blessedly leaves us as soon as it becomes apparent that he’ll find no Viagra in Erik’s pockets.

  “How do you know you’re packing twelve inches then, Erik? You hold a ruler up against a boner one day?”

  Erik laughs raucously at my candor.

  “Would you think less of me if seventeen-year-old Erik Storm did exactly that?”

  I feel my eyes widen at the thought.

  “You were that big even as a teenager? You must have destroyed your high school sweethearts.”

  “Is being ‘destroyed’ by my dick something that interests you, Miss Clark?”

  “I think I’m grown up enough to survive the encounter.”

  I’m distracted by the sight of Oberon Lawson out of the corner of my eyes, and I fight to maintain my composure.

  That’s the other reason I saw no harm in going on a date with Erik Storm—I have absolutely no intention of selling anything to him.

  I’m leading him on, keeping him busy with “unexpected” delays and complications, until Oberon has secured the land and properties Erik wants for himself. The only property Oberon doesn’t want is the beach-front house that Erik wants for his personal use, which is the one property that is genuinely delayed.

  Talk about a coincidence.

  Naturally, I have to keep all this a secret from Erik. To be honest, I had kind of hoped he’d grow frustrated with how slowly things were proceeding, and head back to New York, so I wouldn’t have to deal with him personally. No such luck.

  And now, though I’m loathe to say it, I actually like the man. I almost feel bad about leading him astray.

  Almost.

  The commission I’m getting from Oberon, as well as the extra money he’s paying me to freeze out other prospective buyers, is more money than I could ever have dreamed of earning just a couple of years ago. It would make the world of difference to my mother, my two brothers, and me.

  So, whether I like Erik or not has nothing to do with it. I’m going to use every trick in the book to stall him for as long as Oberon needs, which sh
ould only really be a few more days, apparently.

  Which also means this is the ideal opportunity for me to have my bit of fun with the stupidly handsome Erik Storm.

  And why shouldn’t I?

  Our sexual chemistry is so fucking obvious, you can practically see it. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone I’ve been so immediately attracted to. I’d be a fool to not act on it before I invariably betray him.

  But, he’s an adult, and a billionaire to boot. I’m sure he’ll find a new location to build his shopping mall or resort or golf course or whatever it is he wants to build in no time at all.

  I, at least, want him to leave with one pleasant memory of me. I wouldn’t have worn this dress and straightened my unruly hair if I hadn’t.

  Well that, and I want him to fuck me so hard, that I can barely walk in the morning. I guess you can say we both get a pleasant memory out of it.

  “Rose? Rose?”

  I blink a couple of times. Had I really been lost in my own head for that long?

  I look at Erik and smile when I see the frown on his face.

  “Sorry, I think the bubbles in the champagne might have gone to my head just a little. That’s why I usually stick to hard spirits!”

  I laugh, and Erik joins in, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s still a little suspicious.

  Just as I wonder how I’m going to abate that suspicion, the bride and groom suddenly appear by the stage, surprising everyone.