It’s been too long since I’ve had a new bundle, so it’s time to gather three of the hottest billionaire stories I’ve written. Here’s a little teaser for you:
I couldn’t breathe. All that time I spent fantasizing about him and here he was. There was a gleam in his eye when he saw me but I couldn’t tell if he had been thinking about me as much as I had thinking of him. Probably not. Why would someone like him ever want me?
“Good to see you again,” he said, closing his hand around mine. “We met at your father’s office, didn’t we?”
I tried to reply but my throat had closed down to a whistle. All I could think of was him throwing me on the table and fucking me right there.
“Maybe we can talk later,” he said in a low voice. Then Steven reappeared and I was dragged back into his sphere of boredom.
He was so dull. He dragged me over to the couch and started yammering on about… I don’t even know what. I shifted my feet and he asked if I was comfortable, if I needed a pillow, if I wanted to switch seats. He didn’t seem to believe I could do anything for myself. No wonder he was single.
It took a while for me to extricate myself from him. I lied and said I had to check on something in the oven, then slipped into the other room to try and find Dylan. Maybe this time when I spoke with him, I could actually get some words out.
I tried to keep hidden as I made myself through the crowd. I was almost there when I saw Steven appear in the room and I had to leave before he spotted me. This was so unfair.
I made my way into the hall trying to think of a way to get to Dylan when I nearly smacked into him coming from the other end. Once again my brain seemed to totally short circuit. He was so delicious I wanted to eat him up right there and then.
“What an incredibly dull party,” he said.
It made me giggle and finally I was able to talk.
“You’re the one who came.”
“It definitely wasn’t for the stellar conversation.”
I didn’t know if that was a dig at me or everyone else here.
“So tell me,” he went on. “Where can we be alone?”
I made sure no one was looking and snuck him upstairs to my bedroom, where I was finally able to kiss him. I wrapped one of my legs around his and pressed my body close. He was everything I ever wanted.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, breaking the kiss. But I couldn’t resist him as he reached inside my dress and cupped my breast. He kneaded it and gently pinched the nipple.
“You can tell me to stop if you really want me to,” he said.
As if. Then he grabbed me and threw me down on the bed, shoving my skirt up above my waist and tearing off my panties. He moved his hands down my legs and then pulled them apart so he could gain access to my pussy. He started by nibbling the insides of my thigh, slowly working his way up to my dripping slit.
Hope that’s not too much for you to handle! Check it and more out next week!