The Billionaire Game Series by Lila Monroe

Sexy playboy billionaire Asher Young goes through girlfriends like he goes through bottles of Moët. I would know — he brings them all to get fitted for my luxury lingerie designs. I guess that's one way to avoid awkward conversations when they find another girl’s panties in his Maserati. Now he has a proposition for me: he’ll invest in my design business, and I’ll finally open the boutique of my dreams. There’s just one problem: I can’t stop kissing him. And he looks REALLY good naked... moreSexy playboy billionaire Asher Young goes through girlfriends like he goes through bottles of Moët. I would know — he brings them all to get fitted for my luxury lingerie designs. I guess that's one way to avoid awkward conversations when they find another girl’s panties in his Maserati. Now he has a proposition for me: he’ll invest in my design business, and I’ll finally open the boutique of my dreams. There’s just one problem: I can’t stop kissing him. And he looks REALLY good naked. Make that two problems…. less

Who would have thought a month ago I'd be opening up my very own luxurious lingerie shop? Playboy billionaire Asher Young, that's who. And with his encouragement, and deep pockets (that look very good on the seat of his tight pants), my dreams are finally coming true. The only problem is, my silent partner has turned out to be all mouth — and lips. And tongue. Is he for real, or is this just another one of his flirty games? With my dreams on the line, I can’t afford to get played... moreWho would have thought a month ago I'd be opening up my very own luxurious lingerie shop? Playboy billionaire Asher Young, that's who. And with his encouragement, and deep pockets (that look very good on the seat of his tight pants), my dreams are finally coming true. The only problem is, my silent partner has turned out to be all mouth — and lips. And tongue. Is he for real, or is this just another one of his flirty games? With my dreams on the line, I can’t afford to get played. But when he touches me like that, all bets are off... less

I knew he was trouble. You’d think the words 'Playboy billionaire’ would have been my first warning, but I went and fell hard for Asher Young. He said he believed in me and my lingerie design business, but it turns out, it was all just a game to him. I never want to see his irritatingly-handsome face again. But how am I supposed to move on when he’s still my #1 investor? I can’t decide if I want to slap him, or kiss him senseless. Or both.