Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(77)

I'm frozen. I wasn't expecting to be put on the spot.

It's true though on some level. Every time we had brainstorming sessions  for what to do next, Arsen could execute like nothing else, but he came  to rely on me for ideas. But I need to be honest, if it weren't for his  questioning, I would have never have gotten the juices flowing to come  up with the idea. And before you start snickering, that's mental juices,  okay? Oh my God, talk about mind in the gutter.

"It's more of a back and forth between Arsen and I that results in some  of the ideas that we have coming to me," I tell the camera sweetly,  belying my thumping heart at being on television for millions. "If he  weren't asking the right questions, I wouldn't be coming up with the  ideas."

"How did you come up with the idea to partner with Oculus Rift to  provide on-demand virtual reality re-enactments of popular romance  e-books?" Tricia asks.

"Oh, that's easy," Arsen says and the camera swivels back to him. "We  were in the shower together, and having some fun, when I said everyone  should be so lucky to have someone so good at … " Arsen trails off as he  realizes just what he's done. Tricia has a wide smile on her face, with a  gotcha grin. Arsen's just embarrassed himself on live television. This  is what reporters live for.

But not if I can help it.

Taking a deep breath and summoning every last bit of courage I have, I  take several steps over to my husband. The man I married six months ago  in a wedding that the New York Journal called ‘the Social Event of the  Year'.

I wrap my arm around Arsen's and take my hand and move his face over to  mine. He looks at me, and I smile at him. He see's into my soul through  my eyes  –  and I think he realizes that together, nothing can stop us.

That's when I look to the camera.

"Arsen and I were having sex in the shower," I say without any trace of  embarrassment and I see Tricia the reporter gasp. "He was fucking me so  good doggiestyle, when he said to me that if everyone had someone like  me in their lives who could fuck so good then a lot of the problems in  the world would be solved."

"Uh-uhm, right … " Tricia says, starting to visibly sweat.

"That's when I pulled out and got on my knees and began to suck him  off," I say to Tricia, making sure to look her directly in the eyes.  "And I started saying what if we had a movie that went along with a  dirty book. And then what if we could somehow take the step of creating  that world one step further for people. And that's how Naughty Realities  was born. From shower sex."

Tricia is visibly sweating. She didn't expect me to get this raw. It's only 8 am on the East Coast. People are still getting up.

"Although," I say sweetly, giving the reporter a break. "If there's  anyone else in this world we rely on more than anything else, it's  Arsen's lawyer and his beautiful wife and my good friend, Yasmine."

Gerard and Yasmine smile from where they're seated at the couch. They've  just been married a month ago. It shows in how close they sit and the  fact that they can't stop touching one another.

The interview continues for a little bit longer, mainly with Gerard and  Arsen answering questions on the business end. How the proliferation of  high-tech phone sex has created a new industry in America. How readily  accessible virtual erotic encounters have literally taken the fight out  of ISIS when used successfully. And how the future looks for Hawkelane  Media.

"Things are looking up," Arsen says, looking at me as he smiles.

I look down. There's a tent beginning to form in his trousers. I smile. Looking up indeed.

Within minutes, the interview closes and Tricia and her cameraman are out the door. Gerard and Yasmine follow soon after.

Arsen and I eventually make our way to his office, where he closes the door as I pull myself into him and kiss him.

I can feel my breasts mash against his hard body. I can feel his hands  squeeze my ass and I gasp as a finger travels lightly over the opening  to my pussy.

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here. Don't worry, I'm not  kicking you out. You haven't seen enough yet. There's plenty more to  come. Don't you ever worry about that.

There's always more to cum.





Client 5 Done! On To Python!





So, Client 5 is one of the publications that I pulled from availability.  I wanted people who read this book to have something special.

Next is a copy of Python, by Alexis Angel.

Then I put in a copy of Scandalous, by Alexis Angel.

This then has a copy of Man Chaser by Alexis Angel.

And then finally a copy of Wicked Lil' Brat by Alexis Angel.

After that, I have two short stories.

The 6 Train, which is a short story by Mona Cox.

Followed by Bain Vacation, another short story.

Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.

Our goal in this is simple.

To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with  the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various  corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us  closer together we feel.

Thank you so much for reading!



xoxo



Alexis





Python





Python: A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance

I got a 12 inch python and I'm gonna hide it in your bush …

There's not a woman alive able to tame me. You won't be the first to try. You won't be the last to fail.

You won't get past my 8-pack abs, rugged face, and ripped body.

Let's not forget the name of this book.

Once you see my python twitch, your mouth will go dry.

It'll get thicker and you'll want to touch it.

It'll change it's color and you'll want to taste it.

And once you do …

My venom will shoot inside of you.

And drive you mad.

That's the power of the Python, baby.

**Come join Alexis Angel in this full-length standalone romance. No  cliffhanger but it's going to be a scorcher with scenes of MF, MFMM, and  very mild FMF. HEA? You know it, babe.**





61





Austin





"UNNNNGGH," comes the lewd moan of Melissa as she closes her eyes and  pants. She's feeling my finger rub roughly against the nub of her clit,  pressing down on it and squirming, making her mind blow up.

Yeah, I fucking know what I'm doing to her. I'm getting her wetter than she was just a second ago.

The pleasure that I'm sending through her makes her arch her head. Her  skirt and thong are lying on the floor of the private booth that we're  in.

But the other two girls to the right and left of her take a moment to bring their faces lower.

That's Josie on the right. And Lisa on the left.

Josie sticks her tongue out and licks up my shaft. Lisa sticks her  tongue out too, but she runs it lightly over the underside of my head  and then on my slit.

"Fucking Christ, Josie," I say, throwing my head back. "That feels fucking good."

"Good, because that was me," Lisa says. I look down at her. She's giving  me her sexiest stare. She's still wearing her bra, but fuck that. I'm  not sure I want to fuck her just yet, especially while her lips are  wrapped around the tip of my cock and she begins to bob her head back  and forth.         

     



 

My hands have retracted from Melissa's clit and she's now mewling and sucking on my balls along with Josie.

I watch as the two of them find their mouths coming closer together near my nuts.

Before I know it, their tongues are playing with each other; their hands are caressing each other, and they're sharing a kiss.

God, that's so fucking hot. I mean, the whole girl-on-girl thing is hot too, sure.

But just the raw sexual nature of what's going on in here.

Outside, these women are prim and proper. Josie is a fucking lawyer for  Kane Price. She does contracts and litigation all fucking day. Melissa  is a nurse practitioner at NYU Langone Hospital. And Lisa is a  Professor.

But they made the trip out here to Queens, to come to Python-my club.  And they followed directions. They left their inhibitions at the fucking  door.

They drank the tequila shots from the crotches of my ripped waiters. They danced. And they fucking had a good time.

So it's no surprise that when I walked into the club for the night, I  saw the three of them and I knew I needed to at least go say hello.

Oh, fuck.

Where the hell are my own manners?

So, I actually know who you are. I knew who you were when you downloaded  the book based on the device data that you're using. Don't ask me to  fucking explain that; it's too complicated.

And you actually know who I am too, darlin. Well, unless you live under a fucking rock I guess.

My name is Austin Price.

Don't gasp. Yes, I'm really that Austin. And no, I'm not 8 feet tall  like they fucking say. I didn't wrestle five mountain lions and climb  the Empire State Building.

Sure I'm a badass, but that shit that people say about me is just crazy.

I think it's because they think I'm some kind of god amongst men. Maybe  they're fucking thinking that with my 6' 4" frame, my bronzed skin, my  8-pack washboard abs, and ripped physique I'm some kind of fucking sex  god.

Okay, I can understand that. Yeah, I guess you could say I qualify as a  sex god. But babe, my fucking soulful blue eyes-they're so deep that  you'll get lost in them-and my strong jawline and warm smile will have  you falling in fucking love fast, even as I fuck you.