4 - Porn Star NameMiaWaking up with soaked underwear was not ideal. Especially when the reason for the particular soaked underwear was my father’s bestfriend, James Fox. Yes, even his name sounds like a porn star. Biting my lip, I turned on my back and took a deep breath. I could try it again. Surely, it would be easy after trying to touch myself so many times. Maybe too easy. You can do it, Mia. Just think about his handsome face, his delicious stern voice, his dark hair and—fuck, yes, mmm. My hands felt small and gentle, cupping my perky breasts. I imagined his large palms—with the Patek Philippe on his wrist that I had gifted him on his thirty-fifth birthday—fondling my breasts, the veins on his forearms tensing as he pinches my hard little nipples between his fingers.A whimper tore out of my lips as my thighs rubbed together, my pussy getting wetter and wetter when I thought about him instructing me how to touch my pussy. Nonono, in my dream, he calls it his pussy. Yes, h
5 - Yes, Mister James?MiaHis voice rang through the class of twenty teenagers, grabbing our attention and making me squirm in my seat. I tugged at the tie that felt too tight around my neck, trying not to ogle at his tall, broad-shouldered frame. He looked delicious in a fitted crisp white shirt and pants. His shoes were so shiny I wondered if he took an extra hour to polish them. Nah, must have gotten someone else to do it.But what stood out the most were his glasses. Black frame that perched on his strong nose as his eyes glimmered through them, making me squirm in my seat.I swallowed the lump in my throat when he answered a small question from a girl, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his elbow. Fuck, his arms. His hands. The watch that I had gifted him glinted in the light streaming in through the open windows. “Why does his name sound like a porn star?” a guy behind me whispered, and I had to bite the insides of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. Thank god, I wasn’t
6 - Studies and ChillJames“Are you in trouble?”“Of course, you’d think I’m here because I’m in trouble.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at me, and I ignored the itch to do something completely irrational and uncivilized. “Mister Steven asked me to assist him after class.”Steven? The Math teacher. He had grey hair and looked like the sweet grandpa who snuck a few sugar candies to you when your mom wasn’t looking.I fell in step beside her, our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “I didn’t know students could assist teachers.”“I only help him because he gives chocolates. Look, James.” She pulled out two dark toffees in a bright wrapper from her skirt. Her eyes were dancing with a gleam of joy and it made me happy to see her like that. “Why don’t you address me properly as your teacher?” I didn’t mean to ask her such a question in a dark tone. My mouth ran before my brain did.Her hazel eyes roved over my figure, and I felt an odd tightness as she licked her lips and looked awa
7 - I Will Reward YouMia“Do you want me to address you as Mister James?”I didn’t know what came over me to ask that question, but I wanted to know. I’ve addressed him as James since we’ve met, and I enjoyed calling him by his first name. Would he like that? Me addressing him as one of his students?His blue eyes flickered to me. The shadows from the car and the rainy weather made them seemed dark, almost black. I clasped my hands together in my lap, feeling the dampness of my skirt, and squirmed under his heated gaze. It burned me. His eyes noticed the movement, and I held my breath, waiting for his answer. He looked back at the road and answered in a low, gruff voice, “Call me whatever you want, Mia.” “Whatever I want?” He didn’t reply. I pressed. “I’ll call you James. But in school, I’ll call you Mister James.”He still didn’t reply. I wanted to look at his face and try to find out what he was thinking, but he didn’t turn to face me. Instead, he kept driving, his knuckles tur
Part Two“See me after class.”8 - It doesn’t mean AnythingMiaI parted the curtain when he prowled towards me, and I felt small against him. Standing barefoot in just a little cute dress. Licking my lips, I turned around and felt his warm presence on my back. The hairs on the back of my nape rose up when he took a step closer. I watched him in the mirror reflection, the delicious clench of his jaw as his fingers moved my hair over my shoulder. I shivered at the brush of his electrifying touch and fidgeted with my hands in front of me. His hot breath brushed against my bare shoulder as he made a low voice from his throat. “What happened?” My voice was barely audible because that sound. That sound. It did things to me that weren’t appropriate one bit.His ocean eyes met mine through the reflection. “You’re not wearing a bra.”Oh. Oh. The sound of zipper filled around us and it felt like we were in our own cocoon with no one around. I liked it. I liked it very much. I hated that I l
9 - Is it Hard Enough?JamesI wanted her to shake her head and call me her daddy again. It was fucked up, but I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her cute little ass until she begs me to touch her. Especially when she kept looking at me with her wide doe eyes like an innocent vixen. As if her white little panties weren’t wet. Fuck. Get a hold on yourself. The trill of my phone alarm made me pull away from her. I ignored the way I missed her warmth and cherry scent and turned off the alarm. It was a reminder to reach Clyde’s home for dinner. Dinner with a naughty little vixen. And my friend who’s her father. Well, dinner was going to be hard. Literally. “Let’s go home.”Thankfully, Mia said nothing the whole ride home. Unfortunately, it made the tension between us increase and I had to force my hands on the steering wheel because she kept squirming in the seat. Her fingers curled tightly over her school skirt, and it was a good reminder for my self-control. Not only she
10 - Will you Teach Me?MiaI touched my breasts through the thin tank top and sighed. It felt good. But it wasn’t enough. “James…” a small whimper elicited from my throat as I imagined his large hands caressing my skin. Holding my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. My back arched, and I felt an intense rush of arousal, my clit throbbing for attention. I wanted more. So much more. I whimpered again, cupping myself through the shorts and bit my lip at the warm touch. “Mia.” A sharp knock made me freeze. I quickly sat up on the bed, straightening my clothes as if I was caught with my hands in a cookie jar. But this was probably ten times worse than that. “Yes, come in.” I leaned back on the headrest, pretending to read a book. James opened the door and looked at me with a dark expression on his face. Did he hear me? No. I don’t think he did. “Clyde fell asleep on his recliner and… what are you reading?” He raised his brow, crossing his arms and showing off his delectable ar
11 - Yes, DaddyJames“Will you let me fuck you, Mia? If I make you cum like the good girl you are, hm?”Say no. Please. For the sake of my sanity, pull away, slap me, curse me, do anything but agree. “Y-yes,” Mia whispered, her hazel-green eyes dilated and hazy as she answered, “Yes, Daddy.”Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Any of it. I was supposed to bid her goodnight, drive back to a penthouse that’s too big for me, fuck my fist until I spilled all over my stomach and sleep alone on a cold bed then wake up next morning with guilty conscience while dressing up for school. But I’m a sinner through and through. Like father, like son. I brushed my thumb over her plump bottom lip and demanded, “Say it again, Princess.”“Yes, Daddy.” “No,” I tsked. “Tell me what filthy things I’ll do to you if I make you cum.”“I…” She took a shuddering breath and squirmed. Fuck me. Her nipples were hard and slicing through the thin top she was wearing, and I’d sever my own fuckin
2 - Be a Good BoyAnnaMy lips parted hearing his filthy words, my thighs clenching at his deep, rumbling voice. No one had ever spoken to me that way in forty-one years of my life.He was hot as hell, and he knew it. His suit looked expensive, his white shirt ironed perfectly as it fit him like a second skin. His slacks were silk and his shoes… made him look young.And even though his tall, lean body was made for the suit, he didn’t seem like he ever wore suits. With the piercings and tattoos, I could guess he looked better in a leather jacket. His shiny long locks made him look like a hot, rebellious rockstar that had pestered me for my number when I was young.What the hell are you thinking, Anna?“I…”“Stop
Dedicated to every one who wanted not one, but two hot and young boyfriends who worship you like a Goddess.Part One“I want to fuck you like a hot milf you are.”1 - Pardon my LanguageCalebSome would say I looked like a fuckboy dressed as a gentleman at my ex’s bachelor party. I turned off my Peach—yes, I named my bike, boo-fucking-hoo—and unclipped my helmet. The ride was smooth with minimal traffic, but a small part of me craved something… dangerous. Or darker. The adrenaline was still running high, and I wished I could turn back around and go ride again.It was happening again, and I was trying my best to be a good-fucking-boy when all I wanted to do was chase addiction. Any addiction.It’s a good day—week for Aaron. You promised you’d be there for him.Shaking my head, I fixed my suit and checked the shoelaces of my Vans. Dad had given a couple of his since they were getting too tight for him. I had a lean muscular body, so they fit me perfectly—almost too perfectly, and I sen
Bonus Scene of Billionaire BossNote: This scene happened in the middle of the book, after they signed the contract.SummerMy heartbeat hammered in my ears as they called my number. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I had seen the email from the sex club, the one where I had a one-night stand with Damon, about the auction night where all the proceeds would go to charity for homeless people.I showed it to Damon after a late night at the office.“What?” Damon had asked, quirking his brow. “Do you want to parade your body and make me bid on you?”I had agreed because I loved the auction trope in mafia romance, and I’d be lying if I didn’t want to try it.“Look at her!” The host cheered when I stepped out of the curtains and onto the stage.Bright lights blinded me, and I almost lost my balance in the heels as patrons
EpilogueSummer“What the fuck are you doing—”My eyes widened and a small gasp escaped my lips when Damon wrapped his hand around my throat. His stormy gray eyes glared at me, his face dark.“Shut the fuck up,” he said, his eyes lowering to my lips. I licked them. The hand around my throat tightened. “I’m going to kiss you.”Before I could utter another word, his lips captured mine in a hot, fiery kiss. My hands came up to his shoulders to push him away, but when he angled his head to deepen the kiss, all my thoughts of pushing him vanished and instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck.A small whimper elicited from my throat when he bit my bottom lip. My fingers curled in his hair. He groaned, angling my face to him as I pressed my body against his, feeling his wild heartbeat through the layers of clothes between us.As if sensing my thoughts, he pull
44 - Broke the RuleSummerI fell for her first.His words rang in my ears as I made my way out of the studio with shaky legs.“Summer!” Damon called, following me as I hurried my pace. “Summer, wait!”I turned around, all of a sudden angry at him. “What do you want?”He looked around at the employees that were in the building and held my hand, dragging me to his private elevator. He pressed the button for the highest floor and asked, “Why did you run away?”I pulled away and stood as far as I could from him. “I didn’t know you could lie so well in front of the camera.”He clenche
43 - I Fell for HerDamon“Fuck,” I said, pulling out of her and fixing my shirt. “I have to take this.”She cleared her throat before I could accept the call, looking hot as fuck straightening her blouse and skirt.“What is it?” I asked, knowing she wanted something by the look in her eyes. I’d have to force my wet dick down and suffer through blue balls the entire meeting.“Sorry, I had something in my throat,” she said, clearing her throat again and eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t you.”I raised my brow. “You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?”She bit her lip and nodded. “I came, but you didn’t…”I sat in my
42 - My Silly GooseSummerDamon was absolutely adorable when he was drunk. He made jokes, which was surprising, and he laughed more, his dimple making more appearances than ever. I took a couple of pictures of him so I could show him why he should smile more.Thankfully, Cillian helped me take him to his room in Moore’s mansion that belonged to Emma. They both said their goodnights and went to Cillian’s place as Caleb, his son, and Emma’s ex-boyfriend, was in New York.I helped Damon brush his teeth and remove his shoes. He was way too heavy, but I managed to unbutton his shirt and remove his belt. He mumbled something when I tried to remove his shirt.“Stop!” he said, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. He covered his chest and said, &ldq
41 - Particular PersonDamonWhen Summer’s nana said she wanted to talk to me with her serious face, I thought I knew how it would go. After all, I had watched enough K-Dramas with Emma and Mia to know how this works.So, before she could say a word, I set my intentions straight even though there wasn’t a glass of water or coffee nearby for my parched throat.“I’m sorry, but I like Summer, and I won’t accept any money you offer to break up with her,” I said, bowing my head.There. Nailed it.“What?” she asked, and I raised my head. “Why would I give you money to break up with my granddaughter?”I blink
40 - A SecretSummer“When’s your boy coming over?” my nana asked me for the umpteenth time as I helped stir the secret sauce my mom was making for dinner.“He’s not a boy, nana,” I said, knowing how much of a man Damon was. “He said he’ll be here. Why are you asking me so much about him?”“Because she wants to interrogate him,” Mom said, coming over to help me and side-eyed Nana, who was sitting at the dining table, looking out of the window so she could see who’s coming. “She interviewed your dad when he picked me up on our second date. When I came back home, she told me to marry him.”“Aww,” I cooed, giving a side hug to Mom. “I hope I find love like you two.”Mom narrowed her eyes at me. “What do