The Ruthless Billionaire's Virgin

‘Then I may just have to stage-manage a wardrobe malfunction.’

‘And I might just have to put you over my knee, and—’

Ethan paused, seeing the official photographer was hopping from foot to foot.

‘Smile, please,’ the man begged, indicating that a formal pose, rather than a lover’s confab was called for.

He barely had to ask.