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  It is only an affair…or so they believe in this Billionaires and Babies tale from USA TODAY bestselling author Olivia Gates

  From their first explosive night, Caliope Sarantos and Maksim Volkov agreed to no commitment, only pure pleasure. Then her pregnancy changed everything.

  Though the Russian tycoon made the baby his heir, he disappeared from Caliope’s life. Now, he’s back, offering everything he didn’t in the past. But the shining promise of a happy ending is eclipsed by the shadow of his tragic past…and his dark future. Will Caliope’s heart break again? Or will Maksim risk everything to claim this woman and child as his own?

  “No, Maksim. I Refuse Your New Deal.”

  “It’s a proposal, Caliope.”

  She took a step back, then another, making him feel she was receding forever out of reach. “Whatever you want to call it, my answer is still no. And it’s a final no. You had no right to think you can seek redemption at my expense.”

  “The redemption I’m seeking is for you. I’m offering you everything I can, what you just admitted you need.”

  “I only said you left at a time when I most needed you, not that I need you still.”

  Every word fell on him like a lash, their pain accumulating until he was numb. But after leaving her, how could he have hoped for anything different?

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  Dear Reader,

  I have loved each and every book I’ve written, given each line everything that I had and have become truly attached to every couple whose passionate story I’ve told.

  But every now and then there comes a book where everything comes together as if by magic, from the premise to the characters, the conflict to the black moment, to the hard-won resolution.

  Claiming His Own was such a book. Every single word came to me with such certainty, such intensity, that once I’d put down the words, I didn’t have to stop to second-guess or even to polish what I’d written. It truly felt as if I was just a bystander watching Maksim’s and Caliope’s heart-wrenching love story unfold, listening to their innermost turmoil and experiencing their heartfelt desires and fears, and capturing every detail just as it came into existence.

  I so hope you enjoy their story as much as I did, live with them every second of their fervent love and passion, and be as deeply touched as I was by their ordeals and triumphs.

  I love to hear from readers, so please contact me at [email protected]. Connect with me on Facebook,

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  Enjoy, and thanks for reading.

  Olivia Gates

  CLAIMING HIS OWN

  Olivia Gates

  Books by Olivia Gates

  Harlequin Desire

  The Sarantos Secret Baby #2080

  **To Touch a Sheikh #2103

  A Secret Birthright #2136

  ΩThe Sheikh’s Redemption #2165

  ΩThe Sheikh’s Claim #2183

  ΩThe Sheikh’s Destiny #2201

  §Temporarily His Princess #2231

  §Conveniently His Princess #2255

  Claiming His Own #2265

  Silhouette Desire

  *The Desert Lord’s Baby #1872

  *The Desert Lord’s Bride #1884

  *The Desert King #1896

  ΔThe Once and Future Prince #1942

  ΔThe Prodigal Prince’s Seduction #1948

  ΔThe Illegitimate King #1954

  Billionaire, M.D. #2005

  In Too Deep #2025 “The Sheikh’s Bargained Bride”

  **To Tame a Sheikh #2050

  **To Tempt a Sheikh #2069

  *Throne of Judar

  ΔThe Castaldini Crown

  **Pride of Zohayd

  ΩDesert Knights

  §Married by Royal Decree

  Other titles by this author available in ebook format.

  OLIVIA GATES

  has always pursued creative passions such as singing and handicrafts. She still does, but only one of her passions grew gratifying enough, consuming enough, to become an ongoing career—writing.

  She is most fulfilled when she is creating worlds and conflicts for her characters, then exploring and untangling them bit by bit, sharing her protagonists’ every heart-wrenching heartache and hope, their every heart-pounding doubt and trial, until she leads them to an indisputably earned and gloriously satisfying happy ending.

  When she’s not writing, she is a doctor, a wife to her own alpha male and a mother to one brilliant girl and one demanding Angora cat. Visit Olivia at www.oliviagates.com.

  To my brother. Thanks for being you. Everyone who’s ever known you will understand just what I mean.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  Eighteen months ago

  Caliope Sarantos stared at the strip in her hand.

  It was the third one so far. The two pink lines had appeared in each, glaring and undeniable.

  She was pregnant.

  Even though she’d been meticulous about birth control, she just...was.

  A dozen conflicting emotions frothed over again, colliding inside her chest. Whatever she did about this, it would turn her world upside down, would probably shatter the perfection she’d forged with Maksim. If she didn’t know what to feel about this, what would he...

  Suddenly her heart fired so hard, she almost keeled over.

  He was here.

  As always, she felt Maksim before she heard him. Her whole being surged with worry this time rather than welcome. Once she told him, nothing would remain the same.

  He walked into the bedroom where he’d first taught her what passion was, where he continued to show her there was no limit to the intimacies and pleasures they could share.

  His wolf’s eyes sizzled with passion as he strode toward her, throwing away his tie and attacking his shirt as if it burned him. He was starving for her, as usual. But what she’d tell him was bound to extinguish his urgency. An unplanned pregnancy was the last thing he expected.

  This might end everything between them.

  This could be her last time with him.

  She couldn’t tell him. Not before she had him.

  Desperate desire erupted, consuming her sanity as she met his urgency with her own, pulling him down to the bed on top of her, trembling with the enormity of having him in her arms. His lips fused to hers, his rumble of voracity and enjoyment pouring into her, spiking her arousal. Before she wrapped herself around him, he yanked her up, bent her over one arm, had her breasts jutting in an erotic offering. Pouring litanies of craving all over her, he kneaded her breasts, pulling her nipples into the moist heat of his mouth, sucking with such perfect force that each pull had her screams of pleasure rising. Then he glided a hand
over her abdomen until he squeezed her trim mound.

  Just as she screamed again, he slid two fingers between the slickness of her folds, growling again as her arousal perfumed the air.

  With only a few strokes, he had her senses overloading and release scorching through her body in waves, from his fondling fingers outwards. He completed her climax with rough encouragements before he slid down her body, coming between her shaking legs, spreading them over his shoulders, exploiting her every inch with hands, lips and teeth until she was thrashing again.

  “Please, enough,” she moaned. “I need you....”

  He subdued her with a hand flat on her abdomen, his face set in imperious lines. “Let me have my fill of your pleasure. Open for me, Caliope.”

  His command had her legs falling apart, surrendering everything to him. He latched on to her core, drank her flowing essence and arousal until she felt her body would unravel with the need for release. As if he knew the exact moment when she couldn’t take any more, he tongued her, and she cried herself hoarse on a chain reaction of convulsions.

  Before her rioting breath had a chance to subside, he slid up her sweat-slick body, flattening her to the bed. Her breath hitched and her dropping heat shot up again as soon as his tongue filled her, feeding her his taste mingled with that of her pleasure. It was unbelievable how he ignited her with only a touch.

  He fused their lips for feverish seconds before he reared up, his eyes searching hers, his erection seeking her entrance. Finding both her eyes and her core molten, he growled his surrender and sank into her.

  She cried out at the first inevitable shock of his invasion, that craved expansion of her flesh as it yielded to his daunting potency and poured more readiness to welcome him.

  He groaned his own agonized pleasure as he rose to his knees between her splayed thighs, cupped her hips and thrust himself to the hilt inside her, hitting that trigger inside her that always made her go wild beneath him.

  Knowing just what to do to wreak havoc on her senses, he withdrew, plunged again and again until her breath became fevered snatches and she writhed against him, demanding that he end his exquisite torment. Only then did he give her his full ferocity, in ram after jarring ram, in the exact force and cadence she was dying for.

  He escalated to a jackhammering tempo inside her until she shrieked, arched in a spastic bow, crushed herself to him as pleasure detonated her, undoing her to her very cells.

  Through the delirium she heard him roar, felt his great body shuddering, his seed splashing against her intimate flesh, dousing the inferno that threatened to turn her to ashes. She held on to awareness, to him, until he collapsed on top of her, filling her trembling arms, before she spiraled into an abyss of satiation, hitting bottom bonelessly, consciousness dissipating....

  She came back into her body with a gasp as, still fused to her, he rose above her, his breathing as labored as hers, his eyes crackling with satisfaction, melting with indulgence, his lips flushed and swollen with the savagery of their coupling. He looked heartbreakingly virile and vital, and he was...hers.

  She’d never allowed herself to think of him this way...but he was.

  Since she’d met him, Maksim Volkov had been hers alone.

  Though she’d long known of him, the Russian steel tycoon who was on par with her eldest brother, Aristedes, as one of the world’s richest and most powerful men, it had taken that first face-to-face glance across the room at that charity gala a year ago for a certainty to come to her fully formed. That he’d turn her life upside down. If she let him.

  And she’d let him, and then some.

  She still remembered with acute intensity how she’d breathlessly allowed him to kiss her within minutes of meeting, how he’d claimed her lips, thrust his tongue inside her gasping mouth, fed her the ambrosia of his taste, turned her into a mass of mindlessness. She’d never imagined she could feel anything so suffocating in intensity, so transporting in headiness. She’d never imagined she could need a man to take her over, to dominate her.

  And within an hour, she’d let him sweep her to his presidential hotel suite, knowing that she’d allow him every intimacy there. It had only been on the way there in his ultimate luxury Mercedes that she’d regained enough presence of mind to tell him that she was a virgin, even when she’d been dreading that the revelation would end their magical encounter prematurely.

  She’d never forgotten his reaction.

  The banked fire in his eyes had flared again as he took her lips again in a kiss that was possession itself, a sealing of her surrender.

  As he’d released her and before he’d set the car in motion, he’d pledged, “It’s my unparalleled privilege to be your first, Caliope. And I’m going to make it your unimaginable pleasure.”

  And how he’d fulfilled his pledge. It had been so overwhelming between them, they’d both known that a one-night stand was out of the question. But because of the disastrous example of her own parents, then the disappointing track records of almost everyone she knew, she believed commitment was just a setup for anything from mind-numbing mediocrity to soul-destroying disappointment. She’d never felt the least temptation to risk either.

  But wanting more of Maksim had gone beyond temptation into compulsion. The very intensity of her need had made it imperative she make sure their liaison didn’t take a turn in the wrong direction.

  To ensure that, she’d demanded rules, upfront and unswerving, to govern whatever time they had together. They’d be together whenever their schedules allowed. For as long as they shared the same level of passion and pleasure, felt the same eagerness for each other. But once the fire was gone, they’d say goodbye amicably and move on.

  He had agreed to her terms but had added his own nonnegotiable one. Exclusivity.

  Stunned that he’d propose or want that, with his reputation as a notorious playboy, it had only made her plunge harder, deeper, until she’d lost herself in what raged between them. But all the time she’d wondered how long it could possibly last. Not even in her wildest dreams had she hoped it would burn that brightly for long, let alone indefinitely.

  But it was now a year later and it kept growing more powerful between them, blazing ever hotter.

  And she couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t.

  But she had to tell him...

  “I’m pregnant.”

  Her heart hammered painfully as even she was taken aback at her own raggedly blurted out declaration. Then more as silence exploded in its wake.

  It was as if he’d turned to stone. Nothing remained animate in him except his eyes. And the expression that crashed into them was enough.

  Any unformed hope she might have held—that the pregnancy might lead to something more for them—died an abrupt and agonizing death.

  Suddenly, she felt she’d suffocate under his weight. Sensing her distress, he lurched off her. She groaned with the pain of separation as he left her body for what was probably the last time.

  She sat up unsteadily, groping for the covers. “You don’t need to concern yourself with this. Being pregnant is my business, as it is my business that I decided to have the baby. I only thought it was your right to know. Just as it is your right to feel and act as you wish concerning the fact.”

  His grimness was absolute as he, too, sat up, as if rising from under rubble. “You don’t want me near your baby.”

  Did her words make him think that she didn’t?

  She forced out a whispered qualification through her closing throat. “It is your baby, too. I welcome your role in its life, whatever you want it to be.”

  “I mean you don’t want me near your baby. Or you as a new mother. I’m not a man to be trusted in such situations. I will give the baby my name, make it my heir. But I will never take part in its upbringing.” Before she could gasp out her confusion over his contradicting st
atements, he carried on, “But I want to remain your lover. For as long as you’ll have me. When you no longer want me, I’ll stay away. You will both have my limitless support always, but I cannot be involved in your daily lives.”

  He reached for her, his eyes piercing her with their vehemence. “This is all I can offer. This is what I am, Caliope. And I can’t change.”

  She stared up into his fierce gaze, knowing one thing. That the sane thing to do was to refuse his offer. The self-preserving thing was to cut him off from her life now, not later.

  But she couldn’t even contemplate doing that. Whatever damage it caused in the future, she couldn’t sacrifice what she could have of him in the present to avoid it.

  And she succumbed to his new terms.

  But as the weeks passed, she kept bating her breath wondering if she’d been wrong to succumb. And right in believing the pregnancy would shatter their perfection.

  She did sense his withdrawal in everything he said and did. But he confused her even more when he always came back hungrier than ever.

  Then just as she entered her seventh month, and was more confused than ever about where they stood, her world stopped turning completely when Maksim just...disappeared.

  One

  Present

  “And he never came back?”

  Cali stared at Kassandra Stavros’s gorgeous face. It took several disconcerted moments before she reminded herself her new friend couldn’t possibly be talking about Maksim.

  After all, Kassandra didn’t even know about him. No one did.

  Cali had kept their...liaison a secret from her family and friends. Even when declaring her pregnancy had become unavoidable, with Maksim still in her life, she’d refused to tell anyone who the father was. Even when she’d clung to the hope that he’d remain part of her life after her baby was born, their situation had been too...irregular, and she’d had no wish to explain it to anyone. Certainly not to her traditional Greek family.

 
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