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Money Can't Buy Love
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Chapter 6 Connections img
Chapter 7 Running Late img
Chapter 8 What Does He Want img
Chapter 9 Late Start img
Chapter 10 A Lucky Break img
Chapter 11 Eyes on the Prize img
Chapter 12 An Unfortunate Accident img
Chapter 13 Seeing Her Again img
Chapter 14 The Interview img
Chapter 15 A Bit Off img
Chapter 16 Unexpected Phone Call img
Chapter 17 Business at the Green img
Chapter 18 Lunch With Her img
Chapter 19 Assumptions img
Chapter 20 At The Club img
Chapter 21 She's Here img
Chapter 22 Family Ties img
Chapter 23 Now Who Is Late img
Chapter 24 We're Leaving img
Chapter 25 Jealous Much img
Chapter 26 Charity img
Chapter 27 At The Hospital img
Chapter 28 The Usual img
Chapter 29 Dinner Together img
Chapter 30 What We Could Do in the Bedroom img
Chapter 31 Priorities img
Chapter 32 Involved with the Mob img
Chapter 33 Distractions img
Chapter 34 You're Going with Me img
Chapter 35 Watering The Plants img
Chapter 36 Private Jet img
Chapter 37 In Colorado img
Chapter 38 Tasting Her img
Chapter 39 Kissing Him img
Chapter 40 Touching Me img
Chapter 41 He's Dead img
Chapter 42 Accusations img
Chapter 43 His Place img
Chapter 44 Is She His Lover img
Chapter 45 Broken Up img
Chapter 46 Not Cops img
Chapter 47 Fleeing The Scene img
Chapter 48 Moving On img
Chapter 49 Misunderstanding img
Chapter 50 A Family img
Chapter 51 Facing Him img
Chapter 52 The Elephant in the Room img
Chapter 53 It's Personal img
Chapter 54 Must Love Kids img
Chapter 55 Back at the Club img
Chapter 56 Just Looking img
Chapter 57 Ramifications img
Chapter 58 Losing Her img
Chapter 59 Calling In Sick img
Chapter 60 Looking The Part img
Chapter 61 Questioned img
Chapter 62 Connecting The Dots img
Chapter 63 Getting Rid of Her img
Chapter 64 In Her Head img
Chapter 65 Asking Her Out img
Chapter 66 Big Plans img
Chapter 67 A Blip img
Chapter 68 She Reminds Me of Her img
Chapter 69 Dress Shopping img
Chapter 70 The Event img
Chapter 71 A Night to Remember img
Chapter 72 All Thanks to Her img
Chapter 73 Gold Digger img
Chapter 74 Making Up img
Chapter 75 Stay in the Car img
Chapter 76 Syndicate Ties img
Chapter 77 I'm His img
Chapter 78 Under His Command img
Chapter 79 Waking Up Together img
Chapter 80 Telling Her the Truth img
Chapter 81 Call From Killian img
Chapter 82 Telling Tessa Everything img
Chapter 83 Handling Things img
Chapter 84 Chasing Her Down img
Chapter 85 It's Not About You img
Chapter 86 He Knows the Truth img
Chapter 87 It's A Trap img
Chapter 88 It Is My Business img
Chapter 89 All Over Now img
Chapter 90 Phone A Friend img
Chapter 91 Cooling Off img
Chapter 92 Seeing Her Again img
Chapter 93 An Offer She Can Refuse img
Chapter 94 Tears img
Chapter 95 Telling Frederick img
Chapter 96 She's A Liar img
Chapter 97 Anywhere But Here img
Chapter 98 Eavesdropping img
Chapter 99 A Warning img
Chapter 100 An Apology img
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Money Can't Buy Love

Author: Ali Parker
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Chapter 1 King of New York City

Michael

"So good," the pretty blond I had bent over my hotel bed moaned as she gripped the sheets, taking me like a champ.

"Yeah. You are." I ran my hand up her back, pressing my fingers into her skin as she arched and cried out. I'd hit the spot deep inside of her I'd been after for the last thirty minutes. She was exquisite, and where I wished she was the ballsy red head I'd met in Bar Harbor a few months back, she wasn't.

Lisa was soon to be a faint memory, though I hated to see her go. I'd almost given up my bachelorhood for the pretty girl, but she wanted a younger man. Good for her. The blond beneath me was more than happy to let me take the reins, not that she had much of a choice.

I rolled my hips and drove the full length of my cock deep inside of her as she whimpered and pressed back, hungry for anything I would give her.

"Michael. Don't stop." She lifted up a little and tucked her hips in, tugging on my erection tightly with her sweet body.

"I won't. Just come for me." I bent over the top of her and pressed my teeth into the back of her shoulder as she came, trashing beneath me. She sounded like every other woman I'd been with over the last few years, and yet there was something so beautiful about watching each of them lose themselves in pleasure.

Pleasure. It was almost a four-letter word in my world, and one I indulged in a little too often, but life was short. That was a lesson I knew all too well. I forced away thoughts of my late wife and doubled my efforts, wanting to hear Sandy... or was it Sarah, come again. Whoever she was, I wanted to hear her blow one more time.

"Fuck," she cried out and bucked against me, riding me in a way that had me wanting to give her my number instead of walking out and never looking back.

"Let yourself go." I stood up and ran my fingers up the sides of her spine, pressing in hard until I reached her hair. With a handful of her blond silkiness, I rammed into her until the world exploded and all that was left was pure, unadulterated bliss.

Why anyone would choose liquor or drugs to disappear from life was beyond me. Fucking was legal, free in most cases and so much better than the alternatives.

It was, for sure, my drug of choice.

****

Michael

I crossed the border into New York State a little while later and my foot instinctively pressed harder on the gas pedal. "I love this city."

And it loved me too.

I smiled and gripped the smooth steering wheel of the Maserati, quickly switching over to the left lane. There was something about being so close to home that made the blood pump faster through my veins. Nothing compared to the hustle and bustle of Manhattan and I could feel its energy from miles away. The slick surface of the road was no match for the luxury car. The tires hugged each curve as if the ground was bone dry. The cars in front of me moved out of the way as if they sensed my urgency to get home.

Lisa and the blond, and every other woman I spent time with in Bar Harbor were in the rearview mirror. I was headed back to my life, back to the throne where I ruled as king.

Overcast clouds hung heavy in the air, and I hoped I'd missed the brunt of the rain. I didn't want traffic to slow down when I was so close. This highway was known for the insufferable rubber-neckers.

I still had a ways to go before I arrived home, which didn't bother me much at all. I forcefully relaxed my shoulders. The trademark tenseness that all New Yorkers experienced had started to creep into my muscles. Normally, I didn't give much notice to the feeling. The relaxation from my mini-vacation fought the tension, wanting to linger in the experience a bit longer.

I wasn't ready to let go of the past few days just yet. Spending Thanksgiving at my summer house in Bar Harbor, Maine signaled the start of the holiday season for me. I'd started the event only two years ago but this year had surpassed the rest.

It gave me a place to be a different guy, allowing another part of my personality to push forward. It was the part of me that Cynthia loved best. The softer side she would say.

I'd sponsored a community event far away from the Manhattan spotlight had been good for my soul. I admired the genuine nature and kindness of the people in Bar Harbor, and I was happy to give back. Meeting my old friend, Drake Demarco's new wife, Sicily had been a bit of a blessing too. The pretty Sicilian baker had helped with the event, allowing me a chance to get to know her a little better. The fact that she was Lisa's best friend should have caused awkwardness, but Lisa and I had been short lived. I wanted a relationship, surprising myself, and she wanted freedom, or so she said. Funny how freedom came in the body of a twenty-something year old man. It was a loss on my part, but one I'd eventually be thankful for. I didn't need commitment, though a part of me yearned for it. I forced my thoughts back to the warmth I felt when I gave back, like I had recently in Bar Harbor. It was feeling I enjoyed. Maybe a little too much. I knew that same feeling would continue when I started planning the charity Christmas event that Cynthia had started years ago.

I winced, as I did every time Cynthia crept into my thoughts. It happened a lot lately, and I knew it would as the upcoming holiday season always reminded me of her. It was her favorite time of year, and she made each year even more special than the last. It was the one time of year she didn't comment on how much I worked since she was equally busy with shopping and decorating our apartment.

At least until the cancer diagnosis. She'd started the Christmas charity for kids with cancer two years before she started treatment. And even though it was something that reminded me of her every year, I had to keep her legacy going. It was something I'd keep going for as long as I possibly could. My backing the event gave hope to these families.

A ringing sound through the speakers in the car broke through my thoughts. I pressed the button on the steering wheel after reading the caller ID on the dashboard.

            
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