Series: Her Billionaire #1
Author: Sloan Storm
one, my baby bump, and it’s starting to show.
brooding, introspective professor. There isn’t a red-blooded female in five
hundred miles that wouldn’t kill to trade places with me.
wasn’t looking for a fairy tale ending beneath those starry skies.
right where it shouldn’t – his arms.
I’ll never pass.
for an answer.
his ten-figure truth leaves me with an impossible choice.
gentle breeze of the oceanfront spray. I was close enough to catch her scent. A
faint hint of lilac and sweet jasmine blended with the surf-churned air,
capturing my focus and pulling me closer to the source.
it down on the stroll. I hit the beer again, taking a quick pull and attempting
to draw her out of her guarded silence.
Then, she turned and my jaw clenched.
She’d be right at the top of any man’s trophy shelf. And if my plan panned out,
I’d be adding her to my collection long before the sun crested over the distant
a dog chained up in the yard after it’d pissed the floor one too many times.
Whatever the cause, the effect had a way of heightening my interest in the
fairer sex long before it otherwise might have.
women were worth the pursuit. After all, you only live once. Tales from the
rocking chair are always better when you landed the big fish, not when it
disappeared back to the murky depths.
confidential. Sometimes I wondered if my blue-blooded parents thought I might
not even be straight but instead playing for the same team like my sister,
beauties from one far flung part of the planet to the other.
bottlenecks so hard, it felt like they might crackle into shards between my
skin and high cheekbones drew my gaze toward a set of supple, silk-smooth lips.
She didn’t bother trying to contain the renegade, wind-whipped strands of her
mane as they lashed about, tickling her sun-kissed complexion.
her lips and came right back at me.
sea-dampened sand giving way under my feet.
the bottle once more.
it roared our direction. It was on us in no time, swirling around our legs and
tugging at them like a deep sea vacuum. A shriek escaped from her lips. It
didn’t sound like fear though, more like a melodic blend of whimsy and
almost as soon as it came, the rushing current receded, leaving only her
fear-filled fingers clutched tight around my biceps.
forming two white-knuckled fists.
with her hands partially blocking her tits. I imagined those same delicate
fingers curled into the meat of my hips while I claimed her wet silk, taking
her under the stars in a secluded seaside hidey hole.
the women who challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of
each and every story.
strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place…
the polarizing difference between the sexes.
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