Filthy Rich by Erin Wilder

What happens when you come face to face with the man of your wet dreams?

Allie Quinn, a take-no-bull sassy girl with curves for days, travels the width of the country to escape the man that beat the confidence out of her, and she finds a tattooed bad-boy billionaire that fills her with nine inches of self-belief.
Louis Kingsley is a six-foot-something ball of muscle and testosterone with ocean-blue eyes so deep you could drown. He’s everything a girl could want, but there’s only one thing that he does want: a baby.

His idiot half-brother seems destined to take over the family business, and the only way to win his father’s affection is to show him that he isn’t the curve-hound that the old-man believes him to be.
His ocean-blues are locked on Allie Quinn, but there are a couple of men standing in his way, and they better run before Louis Kingsley tramples all them over.

Warning: This is a baby-making insta-love romance about a richer-than-heck well-hung billionaire (with a body chiseled from stone, don’t you know) and a take-no-bull ball of sass that takes what he gives. She’s got class and sass and… curves. It’s a standalone novella, so you don’t need to read twelve books to know the characters, and you don’t need to read twelve more for a resolution.
And remember, a good insta-love is like a swimming pool; if you jump straight in then you’re going to get wet. Skinny dip, anyone?