Welcome to Book #3 in J.C. Cummings’ brand-new series: “The Billionaire and You,” Each story places YOU, the reader, directly into the action of an exquisitely-crafted contemporary 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 3: “Come into the Wilds,” you and Harrison James awaken within each other’s very passionate embrace. Soon after, the two of you set out to explore a bit of Harrison’s opulent island paradise “Utropica” where you quickly discover two surprises that he has waiting for you… a secret and wonderful little lake… as well as its own even more secret little island-within. But Harrison’s greatest surprise for you lies hidden on that small island… a secret that begins with enchanting, exotic, and romantic… and ends with the most amazing, titillatingly isolated, and over-the-top erotic romp you could ever have imagined!
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:
You awaken – just as you fell asleep the night before – with Harrison James buried deep inside you. Spooned behind you, his arms loosely encircling your hips, he appears half asleep as he glides luxuriously and gently within your increasingly aroused flesh. In fact, both he and the air that surrounds you in his vast bedroom are so relaxed, you wonder for a moment if, indeed, he has spent the entire night making love to you in his sleep.
But then, perhaps sensing your awakened state, he begins to move faster and with more vigor. He presses his inviting lips to the back of your shoulder and takes hold of your hips more earnestly. Doing your part, you begin to thrust rearward and together you ring in the new day in this most delicious way… as the sounds of surf and songbird drift in through a dozen open skylights… and as the island sunshine rises in full majestic bloom outside the glass wall opposite the bed.
Mmm… you croon.
Mmm… he concurs.
These two contented murmurs mingle with the juicy sounds of wet flesh and hot breath.
The massive bed, along with its seemingly weightlessness-inducing mattress, doesn’t budge one millimeter… yet its two occupants are budging aplenty. Harrison’s lips discover new and inviting landing places across the breadth of your bare shoulders and back as you delight in the feeling of his thrusting hardness with so much sensitivity, it is as if your inner membranes have all but disappeared, leaving behind nothing but millions of sensory nerves naked to the touch of his length.
This is good.
This is almost too good.
Too good to believe. Too good to comprehend.
But not too good to savor…
Then, as you rise, along with the sun, to another plane of gentle orgasm, Harrison, nearing his own climax, begins to whisper into your ear.
“You are so beautiful. Do you know that? So very beautiful… every inch of your face and figure seems to have been custom-engineered for my pleasure.”
Mmm… How sweet is that?
Then, just as he enters his release, he stops abruptly and holds his body and yours absolutely still, although his own custom-engineered manhood continues to contract spasmodically; you understand and respect that he wishes to enjoy the rush and the feeling of you without the distraction of motion.
Finally, he releases a final contented sigh.
You turn back to behold his handsome face and smile at the sight. “Good morning to you, as well.”