Lauren Davis

The Billionaire and the Virgin Lauren Davis

I caught her trespassing on my property. That makes her mine.

Jackson

The world tilted a little on its axis the second that innocent little country girl appeared from the other side of the privacy glass on my penthouse terrace. Everything changed. Her timing couldn't be any worse, but the second she climbs onto my balcony, I have to have her.

Her name is Dahlia.

My doll.

Now she's my property.

She doesn't know it yet, but Dahlia is about to be owned.

Dahlia

The bossy billionaire wants to make me pay.

The first time I laid eyes on Jackson Knight, the bossy billionaire next door, he gave me an intense, panty-dropping stare with those mesmerizing, sky-blue, brooding eyes.

The second time, I trespassed onto his penthouse balcony to retrieve a wayward, high-strung Shih Tzu I was pet-sitting for his neighbor.

Jackson warned me never to do that again, or next time he'd punish me and make me pay.

Well, dogs will be dogs.

It happened again.

And I found out he wasn't lying about punishing me.

Now I'm naked and tied to Jackson's bed. Any minute now, I'll have to tell him that I'm a virgin.