Behind Closed Doors

The golden rule of living under a billionaire’s roof? Never get caught.


The survival rule? Never let his devastating father catch you taking filthy photos of yourself.


Rule number three? If you break the first two, there’s no going back.





When Marcus Elm pushes open my bedroom door at midnight, I’m stripped bare. My back is arched over the mattress, my hands are presenting myself for the camera lens, and the blinding ring light leaves nowhere to hide. 
Worse? I was whispering his name into the silence right as the shutter clicked. 



Whoopsies!


A decent man would look away and shut the door. But Marcus Elm—ruthlessly powerful, devastatingly handsome, and completely off-limits—isn’t decent. With his broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and sculpted jawline, he’s forty-five years of pure, commanding danger. 
And he has no intention of turning around. 



Instead of shame, I see pure, hungry intent in his molten gaze. Instead of kicking me out into the street, he strides into the room, picks up my camera, and decides right then and there that he’s taking a piece of what he just saw. 
He’s my ex-boyfriend’s father, the man whose roof I live under, and the one person I can never have.



Too bad he’s about to teach me that behind closed doors, whatever Marcus Elm wants, he takes. 




A scorching, taboo, age-gap romance featuring a possessive billionaire hero who doesn’t hold back, high-voltage dirty talk, and an irresistible, red-handed discovery. This book is a follow up to His Possession, but all of my stories are standalones and may be read in any order. HEA guaranteed.