She cried out with pleasure, feeling his fluids mixing with hers. He continued to pump, as she grabbed his tie again. “Every last drop. Fuck me until you can’t fuck any longer.” He did as he was told, and when she felt his cock begin to soften, she pulled him in, letting him stay within her for a few minutes. The two of them breathed heavily, their sweat mingling, and he softly kissed her shoulder. She felt she could die of contentment.
***
When he finally pulled out, she went to the bathroom while he still lay there wrapped in satisfaction. She jumped in the shower, and in a minute or so Mr. Hayes joined her. She set the water on the digital display and turned on the steam function, reveling in the luxury. They smiled and wordlessly washed each other.
The warm water felt amazing on her skin as he rubbed soap between his hands and down her back. She leaned into his hands as he worked the lather across her skin, gently exploring her body. She rinsed in the hot water and returned the soapy favor. He grabbed a big fluffy towel and dried her back before grabbing one himself. She watched as he dried his hair, some water droplets still hanging to his abs and chest. She reached out with her towel and dried them off, her hand brushing his skin. A tingle of electricity passed through her, but she could feel sleep pulling at her too hard. Maybe in the morning…
They stumbled back to the bed and snuggled into each other, Tracy turned to him and whispered, “In case you were wondering, I am still not one of your whores. You will need to please me like this every time we go out, and I will still have things for you to do for me from time to time. I will not be easy, but I will be worth it.”
He smiled, already half asleep. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Soon he had drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped protectively around her.
Tracy reflected on the events that had led her to the billionaire’s bed. She touched the scar on her forehead, knowing that the accident had truly saved her life when it could have killed her. She knew that she was happy here with Mr. Hayes, and she hoped that it would stay that way. She wondered if ability to read dreams would work on others, the idea of pleasing and enjoying other men like this sparking an ember of desire in her.
She wondered if she would have more dreams from Mr. Hayes. This new power was something she was going to enjoy exploring and testing. She nestled deeper into his arms, drifting into sleep, and, for the first time that week, dreamed her own dreams.
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The Woman of Her Enemy’s Nightmares
Tracy has positioned herself as billionaire Paul Hayes’ woman, successfully taking control of his social life and paying off all her bills. However, when a young woman from from his past threatens to steal him away, Tracy finds herself in less control than she thought. Will she let newcomer Jenna take away everything she’s worked so hard for, including the man she increasingly finds herself falling for?
This 18000-word story includes teasing, dancing, and two women competing to give a lucky billionaire all he could ever ask for!
SHATTERED
By Adriana Hunter
Katherine Hewitt waited in line at the Starbucks Drive-Thru, checking her watch every few minutes and trying not to tap her foot too impatiently. She really should have arrived ten minutes earlier, but she’d had a restless night and had fallen asleep late, resulting in her hitting the snooze button one too many times. It was ten minutes to eight and if she didn’t arrive with the coffee for the morning meeting she would be in hot water.
She pulled up to the ordering screen and put in her order for five house blend, three with cream and sugar, one with just cream, and one black. Then she ordered a caramel macchiato for herself, and sat back while she waited for the car in front of her to roll forward. Her tired mind drifted back to work, to all the things she would have to get done for the day, while trying her hardest not to be distracted by the sexy, enigmatic powerhouse that was Mark Donaldson.
In truth, she was only his front desk secretary—his personal secretary (or assistant, as the man liked to call himself) was Dave Harrison, tall, skinny and snooty-nosed, and very much crushing on their boss. Max had a tendency to tumble whichever woman was in his bed across his desk during his lunch hour, and Dave would get outrageously jealous and take it out on Katherine since he knew she had eyes for the boss as well. So he would dump tasks on her that were quite obviously his job—like fetching the morning meeting coffee.