I wanted Bradley Newhouse from the first moment I saw him. He’s a white forty five year old white billionaire and I’m a twenty two year old poor black woman.
We meet when I’m hired to work in the company he owns and runs. He is handsome beyond belief and I immediately fall for him. He excites me as no man ever has and I have to have him but our positions make that seem impossible.
A few days later I find myself alone with him in his office and he comes on to me. Making love with him on the couch in his office is the beginning of our torrid relationship and I become his willing mistress.
This is our story.
Quinn Parker is an aspiring Interior Designer and has landed her dream job for globally- known architect, Connor Avery Moore. Her plan is simple: learn from the best, build clientele, and start her own company.
Connor is considered to be an architect prodigy in the design world and a shark in the business world. He does a great job of separating his professional life from his personal one and prefers it that way.
However, the blueprint of their lives quickly become complicated when their beautifully flawed, intense romance is put to the test. Careers are jeopardized, friends become foes, and loss is inescapable.
Will the design for their lives be destroyed by darkness? Or can the foundation of their love withstand havoc and allow them to build a future together?
She’s trapped outside of her house and wearing only her bathrobe…which got caught by the front door. The locked front door. But when the billionaire next door comes to rescue her, she’s not exactly thrilled to see him. Derek Mayberry may be pretty to look at, but that’s not nearly enough to make up for what a tool he is. Unfortunately, she’s desperate, and when he offers to bring her to his place, she can’t say no…
This novella is a short and sexy romp, with some humor and light BDSM
OMG!!! I thought as I left my office and headed towards the subway. Tomorrow is the first day of my vacation. Three glorious weeks. It was a beautiful evening. Even the subway couldn’t take away any of my excitement with its crowds of hot, sweating, tired people all going home after their day’s work. An hour later, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked. I looked at my body in the mirror. For thirty-three years of age I was looking pretty damn good. My boobs were still nice and firm, capped with cherry red nipples, my waist was still nice and slender and I was an expert in the art of fucking and giving all the pleasure I could with my nice, tight cunt.