Welcome to Book #5 in J.C. Cummings’ new series: “The Billionaire and You,” Each story places YOU, the reader, directly into the action of an exquisitely-crafted guided romantic fantasy… and directly into the arms of Harrison James, an outrageously gorgeous and gracious man of incredible means and prestige. He will treat you like a queen (and then some!) as he takes you along on five titillating and tantalizing adventures.
In book 5: “Come Fly with Me,” your vacation time — as well as your time with Harrison — is about to end. Your final morning together greets you with only minutes to spare before you must board his jet for a quick flight from his island paradise, Utropica, to the airport for your flight home.
Though brief, the flight is tortuously slow and sad… for both of you… until Harrison comes to his senses and decides that he wants you — for life — so that his life can finally be complete and your life… amazing. And the celebration sex at thirty-thousand feet isn’t so bad either.
Targeted Audience: Adult
I am a happy, hard-working, and fun-loving author of erotic fiction living the seaside-cottage lifestyle in beautiful, sundrenched North Carolina. Ooh, I love my work! Sitting out on the deck, typing away at the sexploits of one randy couple after another (mmm!) … and all the while feeling my own tingles from the sun and the ocean breeze on my skin, the rhythmic pounding of the surf in my ears, and view after view of semi-naked bodies spread out before me … well, I absolutely cannot think of anything I’d rather do more (for a living, anyway)!
People often ask me if my stories are products of my imagination or life experience. Of course I answer “both!” However, I must add that even if a story is conceived purely in my rather dirty mind, it never goes to publication before being “tested” in the laboratory of real life. I’m dead serious! For starters, it’s a ton of fun and I love the texture and depth it gives to even my shortest tales.
Another question I’m often asked is: How did I come to be an author of erotic fiction? Well, when I was attending law school, one of my professors noticed right away that law was not a good fit for me. I admitted that I was here only to satisfy my parents’ expectations. So he sat me down and said, “JC, the secret to a great career and a great life is to take all the things you love to do, find a way to merger them together, and make that your work.”
So I un-enrolled my cute little butt out of law school pronto and rolled the top three loves of my life together – writing stories (which I’d been doing since I was in middle-school), living by the ocean (which I longed to do since middle school), and sex (which I’d been doing since …) – and here I am.
So that’s how I became what I am. But I also must say that, in addition to the pleasure I get from writing stories, I get an absolute thrill from knowing that, somewhere in the world, someone like you is getting some pleasure and perhaps a bit of titillation from reading them. So I think I’ll be doing this for a long time to come!
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Love love love sexy billionaires!
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Sample from Book:
His next kiss is on a whole other level. His velvety lips press gently upon yours… they remain still for a moment… and then they begin to move across and within yours. His touch is so delicate it is almost electric; even the lightest, scarcest contact floods you with unending tingles. He then pulls upon your lips with his and his hands come to cup your face. His thumbs stroke your cheeks as his eyes feast upon yours. Every move is as if filmed in slow motion… even the air currents that buffet Harrison’s jet are soft, smooth, unobtrusive, even massaging.
You bring your hands up to delight in that incredible gossamer hair of his, combing your fingers through it while tracing the outer confines of his amazing mind. He smiles against your lips, then eases his tongue, cell by cell, between your wet lips to meet with your own and initiate a slow dance between them that is as sweet as it is sultry, as smooth as it is saucy, and as sexy as it is silken.
Your mouths move elegantly upon and within one another, now sucking with the maturity of wise, full-lived adults and the innocence of exploring teens. Harrison’s hands move from your face to cup the undersides of your gently rising breasts, then move everywhere upon them with a touch that is at the same time caress, tickle, fondle, clutch, and cosset… it is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. But then, every minute of these past few days has felt unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You feel your nipples yearning for his grasp; his fingertips are not long in responding. Each nipple is grasped with just enough pressure to lift each breast up toward the sky.
“Harrison,” you breathe breathlessly. “I hereby grant you permission to do that for about the next fifty years or so, okay?”
“Thank you for sparing me the trouble of asking,” he breathes back into your ear. “And what other permissions are you of a mind to grant on this historic day, might I ask?”
“Any and all, babe. Just name it.”
He grins. “I thank you. However, naming all the desires currently taking up residence in my libido, would, I’m sure, be a bit much for milady’s delicate ears.”
“Is that so? Well, then, allow me to give you some assistance.” Your eyes and chin drop ever so slightly. “Lick my pussy, Harrison. Lick it like it ain’t ever been licked before.”
Harrison looks on hungrily as you slowly spread your legs, glancing down between them, then back at him. “And how, might I ask, has your beautiful pussy never been licked before?”
“I dare you to figure that out for yourself.”