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  Infinitus Billionaire

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  Copyright © E. B. Walters 2015

  Published by Firetrail Publishing

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  The sexy, emotional conclusion to the Bestseller Impulse: Infinitus Billionaire...

  His world is filled with decadent pleasure and luxury. And Lex Fitzgerald wants to give it all to Jillian Finnegan, the stuntwoman he meant to use to close a business deal, until their intense sexual chemistry translated into delicious, naughty, and mind-numbing passion. Now he wants her permanently in his bed as his wife.

  But Jillian has become America’s little princess, the darling of the media, and the poster girl for extreme sports. Everyone wants a piece of her when all she wants is Lex—heart, mind, and body. What she doesn’t know is that her fame has caught the attention of a very sick and dark person from Lex’s past and now she is the latest piece in a twisted game of revenge.

  As their passion burns hotter, so does the hatred of an enemy who will not stop until Jillian is out of Lex’s life. Will her eccentric family and his loyal friends carry them past the danger? Or will help come from her forgotten past? In the midst of danger, Jillian and Lex will discover the secret to secure their future, something powerful and unstoppable, something they’ve overlooked, their love.

  ALSO BY E. B. WALTERS

  Infinitus Billionaire

  Impulse (book 1)

  The Fitzgerald Family series

  Slow Burn (book 1)

  Mine Until Dawn (book 2)

  Kiss Me Crazy (book 3)

  Dangerous Love (book 4)

  Forever Hers (book 5)

  Surrender to Temptation (book 6)

  WRITING YA PARANORMAL AND FANTASY AS

  EDNAH WALTERS:

  The Runes Series:

  Runes (book one-FREE)

  Immortals (book two)

  Grimnirs(book three)

  Seeress (book four)

  Souls (book five)

  Witches (book six)

  The Guardian Legacy Series:

  Awakened (prequel-FREE)

  Betrayed (book one)

  Hunted (book two)

  Forgotten (book three)

  This book is a work of fiction. The names characters, places, and

  incidents are products of the author’s imagination and

  are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to any

  actual events or persons, living or dead,

  actual events, locale or organizations is

  entirely coincidental.

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  Firetrail Publishing

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  Copyright © 2015 E. B. Walters

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: 1943053006

  ISBN-13: 978-1-943053-00-1

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  Edited by Kelly Hashway

  Cover Design by Ednah Walters. All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner

  whatsoever without permission, except in the case of brief

  quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  First Firetrail Publishing publication: Aug 2015

  www.firetrailpublishing.com

  DEDICATION

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  Jex fans, this is for you.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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  To my editor, Kelly Hashway, you are so efficient

  You never fail to come through whenever I need you. Thank you

  for streamlining and wrapping the final product with a cute little bow.

  To my personal assistant, Carolina Silva…woman you are awesome.

  Your ingenuity, tenacity, and creativity amaze me. You come up

  with amazing ways to market my books, engage fans, and get my

  butt on the writing seat. Thank you for stepping up when I needed

  help, making me laugh, smile, curse… But I appreciate all you do.

  Ashley Kemp, Amber Shephard, Jocqueline Michelle Protho, and

  Candice Prendergast, fans/friends like you are hard to find.

  Thank you for your support and giving me more time to write.

  You make my life so much easier. To the dynamic duo who’ve become

  my new critique and promo partners, the talented Author Melissa Haag

  and Author Karen Lynch. Your feedback is so appreciated. Knowing

  you has made my solitary writer’s life bearable. You ladies rock!!

  To my beta-readers, Irina Wolpers, Jeanette A. Conkling, Carolina Silva

  and Jocqueline Michelle Protho, I don’t know what I would do without you.

  Thanks for finding the pesky typos. To my street team, you ladies

  and gent are amazing. If I could fit all your names here, I would

  because all members of my street team rock!

  To my husband and my wonderful children, thank you for

  your unwavering love and support. You inspire me in

  so many ways. Love you, guys.

  TRADEMARK LIST:

  Bentley

  Boeing

  Cirque du Soleil

  Domenico Vacca

  Escalade

  Harley Davidson

  Jack Bauer

  Jaguar

  James Bond

  James Bourne

  Jeep

  Jimmy Choo

  Kung-Fu Panda

  Lays

  Lifetime Movie Network

  Montage

  Parq

  Rolls Royce.

  Suzuki

  The Princess Diary

  Trump Tower

  Union of Armenian Noblemen

  Valentino

  Van Nuys Airport

  Velcro

  CHAPTER 1

  “How’s the fit?” Chris Lander, the stunt coordinator asked while pushing his fingers into the padding on Jillian’s arms.

  Jillian Finnegan flexed her shoulders and nodded. “Perfect.”

  Once again, she was suited up for a stunt scene. This time, she would be rolling a car, something most people assumed was obsolete because of computer-generated images. Not to producer Barbara “Barbs” Higgins. She wanted every scene in her epic sci-fi movie to appear authentic. She had a hit in Terra Frost and knew it. The media was already talking about it because of a few scandalous pictures of Jillian and an assumed feud with the lead actress, Margo Jenkins. Barbs was too classy to say it, but she must be loving the free publicity.

  Jillian adjusted her gloves and secured the Velcro closing. The entire outfit—suit, gloves, and the helmet—was an exact copy of the one Margo would wear once Jillian finished doubling for her. Jillian used to wear cheaper and inferior replicas, but things were different now because of her fiancé, Lex Fitzgerald. He hadn’t joked about making her safety his number one priority. According to him, Jillian deserved the best, and he had the means to give it to her.

  Lex was a billionaire. Not the narcissistic, self-centered kind that expected everyone around them to do his bidding and acted like a baby when he didn’t get his way. Nah, Lex was complex. Giving. Demanding. A sex god. No whips, chains, or balls for him either. Not that there was anything wrong with those things. To each their own. Lex had the equipment, the stamina, and an arsenal of sexual tricks to rock any woman’s world.

  He had rocked hers. Ripped apart the foundation of her crazy, extreme-adventure-loving life and redefined it, then dared her to say she hated it. How could she? She’d screamed her approval with every orgasm. Screamed and demanded more. And Lex had delivered and kept delivering. She’d never met a man like him.

  Until Lex, she’d gotten her kicks performing bike tricks with her family inside the Globe of Steel and on th
e Wall of Death, and then doing stunts in Hollywood. She had actually believed nothing could give her the same high as cheating death while hopping off burning buildings and flipping cars. God, she’d been naïve.

  Lex gave her a better high. An addictive high. The things that man could do with his mouth. His tongue. His fingers. The ten-inch gift to women… He wasted nothing in the bedroom. He even talked dirty.

  Jillian blew out air. Was the padding making her hot, or were her wanton thoughts responsible? She glanced around at her coworkers and wondered if the stunt crew nearby could tell she was fantasizing about multiple orgasms. She might be at a film location in Vancouver, Canada, but her mind was in Los Angeles with Lex.

  She pressed her knees together and tried not to think about the sorry state of her nether regions. It happened every time she thought about Lex. He had her, body and mind. She just didn’t know yet how deeply her heart was involved.

  Jillian forced herself to focus on the stunt crew and the new state-of-the-art gear. Lex had replaced every piece of equipment, and others had noticed. His mother was funding the movie, yet he was more concerned with the stunt crew’s comfort because of Jillian. They had a new trailer. The largest in the parking lot. That it wasn’t brand new meant Chris had put his foot down and insisted on doing the buying. Chris, the stunt coordinator, was her honorary uncle and mentor. Lex had a way of making people do his bidding, but Chris was equally stubborn. If he hadn’t insisted, Lex would have gone all out and not cared whether the trailer outshined Margo’s or her costar, Keith LeBlanc’s.

  Margo Jenkins was a total diva. There was enough tension between her and Jillian without throwing in more keg powder. On the other hand, Keith, her hot Aussie costar, was a total sweetheart. In fact, the last two nights, he’d hung out with the stunt crew in their trailer during filming.

  “Okay, let’s go,” Chris said, placing the helmet in Jillian’s hand. “Preston, stay,” he added, shooting the eager young man in tight, skinny jeans, checkered shirt, and black hipster glasses a hard look. Chris wasn’t too thrilled about Troy Preston’s presence on the set.

  Troy was her new assistant and another surprise from Lex. She’d protested that she didn’t need an assistant when she and Lex had arrived at the airport to find Troy waiting inside the Boeing.

  “Then fire him,” Lex had said nonchalantly, but Jillian hadn’t. She couldn’t.

  Troy had an eager-to-please-and-learn air of someone fresh out of college. Totally adorable. He seemed more interested in what went on behind the scenes than being in front of the camera, despite being talented—he did amazing improvs. Whatever his interests, Jillian knew how hard it was to break into the movie business, whether it was in front of the camera or behind it. She’d been lucky to have Chris when she went to Hollywood, so she never went through the hardship most aspiring actresses or stuntwomen experienced. Having Troy tag along during her scenes was her way of paying it forward. Maybe he’d learn a thing or two.

  So she’d conceded defeat and kept Troy, then made it up to Lex for being such a wonderful fiancé. He tended to be dominant in the bedroom, which she didn’t mind. But when she wanted to assert her independence, a lover had better watch out. Her aggression had scared many a weaker man from her bed. Not Lex. The sexy billionaire had loved every minute of it. And she’d made their flight to Vancouver very memorable.

  God, how she missed him. Missed the sound of his voice. His scent. The way he smiled. He had the most beautiful smile. It started with a twinkle in his gray eyes. Then a twitch of his lips created creases around his mouth, turning into the most brilliant grin she ever saw. But his laugh was sensual, raw, straight from the gut. Sexy. It made her go all soft and gooey inside. Most often, she stopped whatever she was doing and just watched him, then jumped him.

  “Snap out of it!” Chris hissed.

  Jillian’s cheeks warmed. Nothing but the sequence of action should be on her mind before she did a scene. She pulled Chris aside. “How is Troy ever going to learn anything when you keep telling him to stay in the trailer?”

  “It’s not my job to teach him.”

  “No, but you were once someone’s protégée.” Her father’s to be exact. She didn’t have to say it, but it dangled in the air between them.

  Her family, the Fearless Finnegan Troupe, was once part of the Bay Area Circus. They’d thrilled crowds with bike stunts and gained a serious following. Jillian had been the youngest of the Finnegans, the only girl to ride the Globe of Steel in the troupe, and Chris and her brothers had taught her everything she knew about bikes. But her father had taught Chris.

  So yes, she was guilting him into doing her bidding. She refused to have the two people closest to her not getting along. As it was, she had very few friends in this production. Heck, she had few people in Hollywood she’d call friends. She’d never been part of the “in” crowd. Worse, she didn’t know why Chris disliked Troy, so she couldn’t fix it.

  “Dad taught you all he knew with patience and lots of praises,” Jillian added.

  Chris scoffed at the very idea. “Your father does not have a patient bone in his body, and he is stingy with praises. And boy, can he hold a grudge.”

  Despite his attempt to sound indifferent, Jillian heard the sadness in Chris’ voice. Her father had never really forgiven him for leaving the Fearless Finnegan Troupe for Hollywood.

  “I don’t know about that,” Jillian said, naturally coming to her father’s defense. “He sent me to you.”

  “That’s because you were hell-bent on killing yourself, and he knew I was the only one you didn’t have wrapped around your fingers.” Jillian rolled her eyes, but Chris had already turned to glance at Troy. “Come on, Preston, but stay with my crew. I don’t want Barbs complaining that you’re underfoot.”

  “Yes, sir,” Troy said.

  Chris grunted. “What was Fitzgerald thinking?” he murmured, as they headed toward the set. “You don’t need an assistant.”

  Jillian grinned. “Actually, I do. Troy has an amazing sense of fashion. He’s found gorgeous wedding dresses.” She glanced over her shoulder and winked at the younger man. “He created a file with the names of the designers and the cost for each gown.” Most of them were expensive, but she planned to splurge. This was her dream wedding. Her one and only time to walk down the aisle.

  “I thought Lex’s cousin was designing your wedding dress,” Chris said, a frown creasing his forehead.

  “Yes, but you know me. I always have a plan B just in case,” Jillian said.

  On Sunday, after family dinner, Faith Fitzgerald-Lambert—a couture designer and Lex’s cousin—had whisked Jillian to a private bedroom and taken her measurements. She’d promised to make her gown her first priority. That was three days ago. Jillian hadn’t heard a peep from her, yet her wedding was on Saturday.

  The annoying churning started in her stomach again. Every time she thought about her wedding, a flutter kicked into existence in her core. Part of it was excitement, and the other was dread.

  Yes, she was getting her dream wedding, something she’d almost given up on, but she was also worried things could go wrong. Her relationship with Lex was complicated. He’d wanted a temporary wife to convince a competitor to see things his way, and she’d agreed to help him at a price. They’d never factored in sex. Sex between consenting adults wasn’t complicated when the parties involved stayed true to why they were doing it. But it had gotten messy fast when rules were changed and emotions became involved. Lex played by his own rules. He’d pulled a fast one on her, and she’d had to either fight it or go with the flow. She’d dived in, willingly participating in his sensual games. Half the time, she wasn’t sure whether she loved him or just wanted him. The man was unpredictable and unstoppable. Heck, the whole Fitzgerald clan was unstoppable.

  Lex’s mother, Estelle Fitzgerald, had told Jillian not to worry about the wedding. She had a wedding planner on speed dial, who would consult with Jillian’s father and have everything ready by Saturd
ay. Jillian had a feeling the Fitzgeralds’ idea of “ready” was different from her daredevil family’s spur-of-the-moment way of doing things. Her parents had swung by city hall to get married and so had her brothers. It was simple. Fast. Cheap. That was how they did things. Jillian was expecting a call from her father threatening to kill someone. Her father was theatrical and mercurial.

  Then there was Lex. What if he changed his mind about a real marriage? He didn’t love her. The plan to show his prospective Japanese partner that he was a stable, happily married man was still on, but he could always change his mind after signing the contract.

  Jillian sighed. Maybe she was fishing for straws where there were none. Sex between her and Lex was still hot, so that was something. On the other hand, sex alone never sustained a relationship. She could merely be a novelty, the latest toy for a man who had everything. Heck, he could get bored and move on to someone or something else before the year was over.

  “Jillian!”

  Jillian blinked and stared at Chris.

  “Where’s your head?” he asked, scowling.

  “Right here.” Grinning, she pointed at her neck, but he only scowled harder. He was in one of his moods, which meant he wouldn’t want to hear that she was having wedding jitters. If he thought she was too distracted, he would pull the plug on the scene.

  Jillian walked to the rigged, mock futuristic silver and chrome Jeep, slid behind the wheel and strapped in. The first director, Barbs’ husband Michaels, was already seated in a mounted chair for a better view. Camera crews were stationed along the street with the last one near the spectators at the barricaded end of the street. Hopefully, she’d stop the car without storming it or hitting someone.

  Jillian put on her helmet and wiggled her hips, but she couldn’t find a comfortable position. The car’s seat harness was too snug.