33 - Boy TroubleMiaI wiped the counter. It didn’t feel right, so I sprayed some cleaner and wiped it again, applying more pressure. The sweet, sugary scent of vanilla and caramel wafted in the air. My neck prickled with perspiration. It wasn’t right—I jumped, almost dropping the cleaner and wipe when I heard the oven ding. The cinnamon rolls were done. But my stomach was still twisted with nerves. Leaning back on the counter, I checked my phone when it vibrated with a message notification. Summer: im bordMe: Hi Bord, I’m Mia!Summer: haha vfunny. can i come overMe: sure, ask em too. I made cinnamon rolls. Summer: uhoh :)I frowned at the little creepy smile and kept my phone aside. I took a sharp breath when I bent over to pull out the tray of the cooked rolls. There was an odd twinge between my legs because I had turned ravenous after having sex for the first time and couldn’t sleep until James had fucked me to sleep. My cheeks heated remembering the night before. How filthy,
34 - Sex WizardMiaAn hour later, all three of us were getting out of a cab dressed like we were going to walk on a red carpet. I had donned the lilac purple dress, its expensive soft fabric hugging my waist before flowing into a soft skirt that reached my mid-thigh. I had slipped into white sandal heels and applied minimal makeup with red lips. I looked and felt pretty. And as Summer had called me, ‘A sexy baker who’s the baddest bitch.’Emma was still wearing her attire from before, with a short skirt and blouse, with sharper makeup. Summer had changed into one of my corsets that I never wore because I felt too shy, which looked great over her dress. The club was located out of the city and near an abandoned road. Despite that, the crowd queuing up with sparkling clothes seemed excited, and the energy was intoxicating. Our IDs were in hand, and, as usual, I let my friends handle talking with the intimidating guard when he checked them and flashed the light over the three of us.
35 - Or What?JamesMia’s cheeks flushed into a beautiful pink color, looking away and squirming against my arm. I let her go, knowing her friends were present and she wouldn’t want us to look too suspicious. I hated that I couldn’t even touch her in the public eye. Even holding her hand or leaning too close would be forbidden.When I left after my meeting with the accountant, I hadn’t expected Damon Grant to call me, inviting me to his club on such a short notice. I couldn’t deny because Damon was my company’s biggest client, and I wanted to see its weekend opening. It had opened the week before, but he wanted to run a few things through in a meeting, which I was more than happy to do. Very few clients did the hands-on work or accepted most of our designs, demanding for a change, while Damon had always been analytical and asked questions. The last person I wanted to see there after exiting Damon’s office on the first floor was Mia. Especially in her lilac dress that looked as if it
36 - On Your FoursMiaI scrambled to my feet, my panties utterly soaked. Before I could strip out of the dress, James cupped my cheek and kissed me. I hummed and pressed closer, wanting to touch him everywhere. “Keep the dress on,” he whispered, pulling at the thin strap and releasing it as it stung my skin. I nodded shakily, the back of my legs hitting the silk of the bed. “On your fours.” I bit my lip and eyed him. He looked deliciously rumpled, with tousled hair, sexy blue eyes, an unbuttoned shirt that showed off his muscles and his throbbing cock that glistened with pre-cum at the tip. “Say please.”James smirked and prowled towards me, easily flipping me on my stomach and spanking my cheek before covering me with his length. “Brat,” he growled in my ear when I wriggled my ass to tease him, moaning when he pulled my hair, “Shh, Princess. This room isn’t soundproof.” I flushed and looked over my shoulder to see him put on a condom. His eyes pinned on me. I tucked my dress ov
Part Four“I love you as who you are.”37 - Be QuietMiaI dabbed my cheeks with a tissue for the last time and took a deep breath when James unlocked the door. He had calmed me down and demanded me to drink water from the bottle he offered. I thought I had creeped him out after sobbing like that, but he seemed closer to me than before, clutching my hand in his palm as we both stepped out of the room. He had promised that the cleaning crew would clean them and there was nothing to worry about. I trusted him. “Mia,” Emma whispered, her face pale as she looked between me and James. “I… wait—are you crying?” James didn’t let go of my hand when I tried to pull away. My heart thundered in my ribs, heat creeping up my neck. I didn’t know what to say. She must have already figured everything out. “No, I-I…” I looked closer at her face, her glistening eyes. “Are you crying?”She sniffed and looked away. Emma never cried. She was the type of person who’d say ‘Oh, well’ if she got into a ca
38 - Promise MeMiaJames tugged down my skirt, sliding papers and books on his desk, which he had pushed down when I had entered his office. I pulled up my panties, straightening my clothes and hair, trying not to panic. “Enter.” The door opened just as I took a pencil in my hand, staring deeply at the examples of models I had sketched for the final project of the year, which James had asked us to do. I turned around and saw Claire, clutching a sketchbook to her chest, her eyes throwing daggers at me before drifting to James and softening. “Hi, Mister James!” Please. I might barf. “Hello, Clara.” James gave her a tight smile when she entered. “It’s Claire,” she corrected, still smiling prettily at him. Her skirt was inched higher than before. I looked away, squeezing the pencil in my hand. “Are you free? I’ve a few questions, and I need help with some of my sketches.”She wasn’t asking. She was demanding. “I’ll leave.” I stood up, picking up my bag and closing the sketchbook.
39 - Welcome HomeJamesOne of the worse things than being caught by their friend while making out with his daughter in his own kitchen was having a fucking boner when it happened. “Dad.” I winced when Mia pulled back, color slashing her cheeks. “You’re… you are standing, and you’re here?” I wished I could faint. Or have a heart attack. Anything at that point would work. Clyde looked like he was having a heart attack or another aneurysm, and I was worried. “Were you just kissing James, or was I seeing things?” Even his voice was barely a rasp, his knuckles tightening on the cane he was holding. Despite staying in the hospital for a couple of months, he looked healthy. “Would you believe me if I said you’re seeing things?” Mia asked, shuffling on her feet. I took a deep breath and met my friend’s eyes. “I was kissing Mia,” I answered, keeping my gaze on him, even though guilt and embarrassment made me want to look away. I didn’t regret anything. I should have talked to Clyde about
40 - I’m SorryMia“That’s my sweet slut,” James rumbled from between my legs, the reverberations of his voice sending shivers of pleasure all over me. “Scream for Daddy.”I threaded my hand through his hair, pulling him closer to my soaked pussy and moaning when he licked me. I squeezed my eyes shut at the flick of his tongue on my sensitive clit. It was too much. Especially after being edged to death in the past hour. “Daddy,” I screamed, my orgasm teetering on the edge. Warm glow spread all over my body, and I kept falling when he slid two fingers inside me, curling them on my g-spot while sucking on my clit. I lost it. Holding onto his hair and scratching on the expensive sheets, I exploded into bursts of orgasm, my toes curling and body trembling. “I’m so proud of you, baby. Such a good girl.” James kept murmuring sweet praises, soothing the aftershocks and caressing me everywhere until I calmed down, slumping on his bed. “That was too much,” I whispered, nuzzling into his nec
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