His Little Sunshine (en Inglés) - Leslie James

Abby Morrison walks into Dominic Thorne's office at 6am and the air goes electric.

She's 25, plus-size in a male-dominated industry. This $2M contract is her biggest deal yet. The one that makes her untouchable. If she doesn't screw it up.

Dominic Thorne takes one look at her and thinks: mine.

His company is hemorrhaging millions. He needs her brilliant mind. But when she commands his boardroom like she was born to rule it, something primal in his chest claims her anyway.

Day one, he calls her "sweetheart." Memorizes her Starbucks order from the cup label. Week two: "You're moving into my penthouse, baby. Non-negotiable."

She should refuse. Should protect the reputation she's bled for. She melts instead.

When he cooks her breakfast and watches her eat like she's communion. When she falls asleep against his chest and he cradles her for two hours, muscles screaming, refusing to breathe too hard, refusing to wake her. When she catches him staring with hunger so naked it steals her breath.

Until one night. Kitchen counter. Grey sweatpants.

He cages her against marble. Lifts her. Steps between her thighs. His hands span her waist completely. "What do you need, baby?"

A whimper escapes. Helpless. Aching.

"There's my girl." His voice drops to gravel. "You make the sweetest sounds, sweetheart." He rolls his hips forward and she feels every thick, hard inch of him. Aching. Throbbing. Desperate.

"I can't. Not until I'm married."

His eyes go molten. "Good."

"Good, baby. I've waited 38 years to find you." His grip tightens, possessive. "But I'm still going to touch you. Taste you. Make you come apart in my hands."

Four weeks of exquisite torture. Of wanting her so desperately his hands shake when she's near.

Then an article drops. By 2pm, four of her own clients put renewals on hold. One calls it prostitution with extra steps. Everything she's built. Gone. She leaves to salvage what's left.

His penthouse becomes a mausoleum. Her coffee mug in the sink. Her scent haunting his pillows. He stops eating. Stops sleeping. Stops functioning.

Until his company crashes. Until she comes back. Until he drops to his knees.

A billionaire CEO romance where a powerful man worships her boundaries while wanting to devour her whole, and where love means risking everything you've built.

This book delivers on the Leslie James promise: Powerful Men. Obsessive Devotion. Passion That Leaves You Breathless.

Bedroom doors closed. The ache? Relentless.