Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
We both laugh as we turn to look at the threesome again, and sure enough, the hot play is already beginning once more. I’m not bothered though, and sneak a look at Danielle. After all, this is the best date I’ve ever been on, and I know it has nothing to do with Seymour and his gal pals. Instead, it has everything to do with this sassy, ravishing curvy girl, and I can’t wait to get her home for another taste.
6
BARRON
Two months later.
“You look stunning, sweetheart!” Barron growls as he spins me around so that he can get a better look. I giggle when he slaps my ass before letting out a low whistle. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Are you sure it’s not too much?” I ask while I tug at my thigh garter. I’m wearing a matching bra and panty set that consists of lacy black lingerie, a thigh garter, and a pair of sky-high heels. It’s simple enough, but I also can’t help but feel a little nervous because I know that Barron won’t be the only one seeing me in this outfit tonight.
“It isn’t too much at all—“ he begins, but I cut him off with a loud gasp. “What is it?”
“I forgot to put on my earrings! I’ll be right back!”
I can hear him chuckling as I turn and scurry off toward the stairs, heading up to his bedroom—or, I guess I should say our bedroom because Barron and I have been practically inseparable for the last two months. After meeting at the Hotel Nova, we hit it off and really gelled. In fact, after he checked out of the hotel, I went with him. I gave notice at the Hotel Nova, and Seymour was steaming when I announced my intention to quit.
“What?” the thin man railed. “You’re leaving us?”
I shrug.
“Sorry, Seymour. I’ve got new prospects on the horizon.”
The sleazy man sputtered.
“You think a billionaire can solve your problems? You’ll be back here in no time, Danielle, groveling for your job back. Just you wait!”
I shrug.
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t count on it.” Then, I pranced out and into Barron’s waiting car. Life has been wonderful, to be honest. We reside in his mansion in a gated neighborhood, with security and a household staff. Barron and I take long walks through his grounds, enjoy expensive dinner dates at five-star restaurants, and he encourages me to make full use of the fancy spa downtown. My man definitely knows how to treat a girl right, and pampers me to the utmost. He’s the master of romance, I’m convinced!
But it’s not only that. I love spending time with Barron, and I’m the happiest that I’ve ever been. We don’t just have sex, either. There’s lots of conversation, and he advises me on my career (or lack thereof). Barron’s counsel is to take it easy. The right job will find me, and I shouldn’t stress about it in the meantime.
Then, we talk about us, and the conversation meanders. Of course, we haven’t exactly put a label on our relationship, but I’m okay with that. I just enjoy being with the CEO, and I like the things that we do together: the dates, the late-night talks, the sex…oh my god, I’m addicted to the sex.
Neither of us can keep our hands off the other and we end up making love almost every night. Sometimes, Star and Lacy come over and watch the fireworks, although of course, they never join us. That’s my bright line no-no. Women can watch us, but not men. And no one of either sex can join in our naughty play. I’m just not built like that, and Barron respects my boundaries.
But yes, we’re sometimes exhibitionists, and I like it. In fact, Barron mentioned a few days ago that he has a female friend who wants to observe the two of us in action. Flora’s apparently been traveling overseas for a while now and only just got back to the States today. She was eager to get her sex life jumpstarted once more, and when Barron mentioned me, she clamored at the opportunity to join us.
“She knows there’s no touching, right?”
My lover nods, his blue eyes amused.
“Flora knows,” he rumbles. “Trust me, I made that crystal clear.”
I nod, but I’m still a little nervous because I can tell by the way Barron talks about Flora that they’re very close. Not only that, but they’ve known each other for a long time. He hasn’t mentioned how they met, though. I’ve asked a few times, but he never gives me a straight answer. He just hems and haws about “situations long ago” and “we were young once.”
Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I gasp. Okay, our new visitor is here, and I need to greet her. Quickly, I check my hair and make-up in the mirror before flying down the curved staircase. Barron has already opened the door and I can hear murmurs as they greet each other. But when I catch sight of the woman standing in the doorway, my heart stops because Flora is gorgeous.