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19. Butterflies for my boss?!
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Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 20. A room together.
Waking from a peaceful slumber, I'm momentarily disoriented until I realize there are strong arms wrapped securely around my waist.The familiarity of the cologne that envelops me instantly registers, and I know without a doubt that I'm in Adrian's arms. The realization brings a mix of surprise and comfort.As the instinct to jump out of bed kicks in, the powerful allure of his cologne grips me, and for a moment, I pause. It dawns on me that Adrian must be asleep, providing an unexpected source of warmth and comfort.The idea of slipping away crosses my mind, but the force to stay in my boss's strong arms is strangely compelling. In this moment, it feels right, and the notion of disturbing his peaceful sleep becomes a secondary concern.Blushing shyly, I become aware that once again, Adrian is behind me. The closeness and proximity trigger a flurry of thoughts, and I wonder if he's typically this touchy and affectionate with others. Before I can delve further into my contemplation, th
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 21. How fortunate of me.
Lyra's povI couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me as I stepped into the renowned club, a place with a reputation that preceded itself. This wasn't just any strip club; it was the very one where Stella, my dear friend, had lost her virginity.The allure of this establishment, coupled with the fact that it was owned by Stella's billionaire boss, hinted at a audience that was undoubtedly high-end and influential.The anticipation of my first night as a stripper at this exclusive venue fueled my enthusiasm. I sauntered through the dimly lit entrance, taking in the sultry ambiance that echoed with the throb of distant music.The air was charged with an intoxicating blend of excitement and possibility, and I couldn't help but revel in the prospect of what the night held.The dressing room, adorned with mirrors, females and adorned with a touch of glamour, became my haven as I prepared for the performance ahead.In the lively dressing room, snippets of conversations floated thr
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 22. Read my mind.
Returning home with Adrian after a dinner with one of his clients, a wave of fatigue washed over me. The evening had been filled with discussions, negotiations, and the constant need to be on my professional game. Now, the comfort of being back in my room offered a welcome reprieve.I entered the familiar room; a sigh escaped my lips. The day had been long, but the sanctuary of my room provided a sense of solace.Despite the weariness, a subtle satisfaction lingered. The dinner had been successful, and I could sense Adrian's appreciation for the effort I had put into being professional.I prepared to unwind and leave the formalities of the night behind. A quiet sense of contentment settled over me.In the intimate space of my room, the fatigue of the day lingered. I moved to shed the remnants of formality. The stilettos came off first, the click echoing in the room as a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Next, I pulled my hair down, the cascade of strands feeling like a small act of libe
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 23. Drunken Haze.
Entering the lavish restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. The atmosphere dripped with sophistication, and I, in my simple elegance, stood out like a lone daisy in a bouquet of orchids.The air buzzed with hushed conversations, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses.As we walked, my eyes involuntarily scanned the room, taking in the dazzling array of glamorous guests. My fingers fidgeted with the fabric of my dress, a sudden self-awareness settling in.Then, he was greeted by a stunning brunette—tall, confident, and exuding an allure that left me feeling inadequately subtle. They spoke in Spanish, a language I had no idea Adrian could wield so effortlessly, one more thing to add to his impeccable resume.The mellifluous words washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as the woman happily shared a connection I was not privy to, kissing Adrian on the cheek.Adrian turned to me, his eyes momentarily meeting mine. "Stella, this is Sofia, an
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 24.To be continued.
Waking up, a heavy fog clung to my mind, and a nauseating churn gripped my throat. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – I was sick, and the memories of last night's revelry flooded back.With an unsteady rush, I stumbled towards the bathroom, desperately trying to keep the roiling contents of my stomach at bay. The world swirled in disarray as I barely made it to the toilet in time, the unpleasant sound of retching filling the air.Each heave felt like a punishment for the indulgence of the night before. The bathroom tiles blurred in and out of focus as I clung to the porcelain, grappling with the aftermath of my own excess. Regret settled in, a bitter taste that matched the acrid echoes of my earlier sickness.As I caught my breath, the morning light filtering through the window seemed harsh, intensifying the throbbing headache that accompanied my queasiness.I couldn't help but chastise myself for the lack of restraint, the consequences of which now echoed in the quiet mise
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 25. Ride with delight.
Adrian's lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, his intensity stealing my breath away. I melt into him, returning the fevered embrace with eager passion as our bodies press flush together. His hands roam over my curves with an urgency that sets my skin ablaze.Our kisses grow more fervent, open-mouthed and hungry. Adrian's tongue dances boldly with mine as he rocks his hips, grinding his hardened length against my core through the thin barrier of our clothing. A desperate whimper escapes me loving how his thick cock felt against my sweet core.Breaking away to trail scorching kisses along my jaw and down my neck, Adrian hoists my leg up to wrap around his waist, opening me up for him. "You're so gorgeous," he rasps hotly against my collar bone. "I need to taste every inch of you..."His calloused palms blaze a path up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my nightgown higher and higher. I arch shamelessly into his touch, lost in the dizzying haze of lust and desire coursing through my
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 26. Ride with delight part 2.
My lips trace a path down Adrian's sculpted torso, feeling the heat of his skin and the rapid beat of his heart beneath my fingers. His hands find my hair, tangling gently as I make my way lower, planting kisses and soft bites along the way. Each touch elicits a low growl from him, a sound that sends a thrill through my body.When I finally reach his hips, I pause, glancing up to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. I brush my fingertips along his length, marveling at the way he twitches under my touch. His cock was about the same size or even bigger as I had read in books.Adrian's response is a guttural moan as I wrap my hand around his hardened cock, stroking slowly at first, enjoying the way he shudders beneath me. I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of precum at the tip. His hips jerk involuntarily, and I smile against him, savoring the power I hold in this moment.Gradually, I take him deeper
Submitting to my Billionaire Boss 27. Should I tell him?
Lyra PovI wake up with a start, blinking against the harsh sunlight filtering through the curtains. As my eyes adjust, I realize Sebastian is already awake, propped up on one elbow watching me with an amused grin.Memories of last night come rushing back. One too many overpriced cocktails later and Sebastian's sultry glances and heated touches had me following him back to his penthouse suite.I can hardly believe I actually slept with Adrian's younger brother. He's part of one of the wealthiest families in the world. If Adrian is a billionaire, that technically makes Sebastian one too by default. Just your casual, mind-blowingly rich guy that I recklessly seduced and ended up in bed with.My gaze shamelessly roams over Sebastian's naked, muscular form peeking out from the tangled sheets pooled around his waist. God, he's like a living, breathing Greek god sculpture with that chiseled jaw and smoldering silver eyes.Part of me wants to slip out of bed quietly, mourning the likely fact
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