Whitecrest Series by Octavia Jensen

If someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might’ve held back — wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in.So I did.Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not blur the line between business and pleasure... moreIf someone told me the woman I was about to hook up with was actually my new assistant, I might’ve held back — wild hair, gorgeous curves, and eyes like the moon be damned. But no one told me. There were no flashing signs, no neon lights. Just a bottle of scotch and a body I wanted to bury myself in.So I did.Her working for me made things easier at first. I convinced myself that I could keep her around and not blur the line between business and pleasure. I was the heir to a multi-million dollar agency, after all. I had everything I wanted: five brothers, more money than I knew what to do with, and the freedom to travel the world in search of beauty. So what did I care about the beauty right in front of me? As it turns out, I cared a lot, and the “Yes, Sirs” dripping freely from her lips were unraveling me.She was mine, convention be damned… and I was going to take her. less

Romance was never my forte. Modeling, flirting, annoying my five brothers? Those things were more my speed, but the second I saw that grumpy little twink kicking my tires, something changed.I didn’t want to be Kale Novak, millionaire model and Whitecrest’s most eligible gay bachelor anymore. I wanted to be whatever the hell would get me on that guy’s radar, and with my charm dialed all the way up to 10, it didn’t take long for me to get what I wanted... moreRomance was never my forte. Modeling, flirting, annoying my five brothers? Those things were more my speed, but the second I saw that grumpy little twink kicking my tires, something changed.I didn’t want to be Kale Novak, millionaire model and Whitecrest’s most eligible gay bachelor anymore. I wanted to be whatever the hell would get me on that guy’s radar, and with my charm dialed all the way up to 10, it didn’t take long for me to get what I wanted.He was as perfect as I’d hoped he’d be — obedient, eager, beautiful… and I was hooked. A single night wasn’t enough. A whole week wasn’t enough, and when he went back home, he took a piece of me with him that I hadn’t even known existed before.I was determined to get him back, and nothing was going to stand in my way.**** This includes a BDSM relationship with some unsafe situations. Please read the content warning before diving in. less

We were supposed to be just friends. Nila was the person I could count on no matter what, so when disaster struck in her life and she needed me ... I was there. Living together should've been as easy as the rest of our friendship -- but adding in a fake relationship where her family was concerned blurred the lines so badly I didn't know which side I was on anymore. Little kisses here, a touch to her gorgeous, full hips there, and I was lost... moreWe were supposed to be just friends. Nila was the person I could count on no matter what, so when disaster struck in her life and she needed me ... I was there. Living together should've been as easy as the rest of our friendship -- but adding in a fake relationship where her family was concerned blurred the lines so badly I didn't know which side I was on anymore. Little kisses here, a touch to her gorgeous, full hips there, and I was lost. Lost in her, lost in us, lost in a future I couldn't see clearly enough until she finally gave in. They said I was the boring brother ... I was far from boring, and I couldn't wait to show her what she'd been missing. less

I'd always been reckless, chasing adrenaline rushes and getting myself in trouble just to feel something. That lifestyle spilled over into work more often than not, and while I'd never had a problem conducting photoshoots in midair or underwater, my good luck was about to run out.Trapped in a tornado with the one model who never failed to follow me into the fire, that rush turned to fear, and we found ourselves reminiscing about a life we hadn't lived yet... moreI'd always been reckless, chasing adrenaline rushes and getting myself in trouble just to feel something. That lifestyle spilled over into work more often than not, and while I'd never had a problem conducting photoshoots in midair or underwater, my good luck was about to run out.Trapped in a tornado with the one model who never failed to follow me into the fire, that rush turned to fear, and we found ourselves reminiscing about a life we hadn't lived yet. Cliff diving, seeing the northern lights, playing hide and seek in London... we fantasized about it all, so it seemed to me like the only way to celebrate our survival was to go and live the life we'd dreamed about.And if my Rosey fell in love with me along the way... all the better.I'd follow her over a cliff. less

Navigating the closet I kept myself in was hard enough without my asshole neighbor interfering. From one day to the next, I couldn’t tell if he was my boyfriend or my enemy — the kisses he planted on me in secret said one thing, but the pranks he pulled on me in public said another.We were bound to take one of those things too far. The only questions left were which one… and what the hell I was going to do about it.