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I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I was trapped
Chloe “Go out with me.” Did he just—? I stared at him, searching his face for some kind of sarcasm, a joke, a punchline, but his expression was serious, like he’d just said something obvious, and his statement was nothing. Except it wasn’t nothing. “You want me….to go out with you?” I asked slowly, trying to make sure I heard it right. “Why?” “Why not?” he replied casually, taking a step toward me. I instinctively took one back. “Uh…because—it’s…” I fumbled for words. “Why would you want that? With me?” He took another step, and my back hit the kitchen island. Before I could retreat again, his hand slipped around my waist and pulled me flush against his chest. Then, without warning, he lifted me effortlessly and set me on the marble counter. My legs dangled uselessly as he stepped between them, his hands braced on either side of me, caging me in. I was trapped. His eyes burned into mine as his hands moved higher up my thigh, nearing the place he had just been moments ago. I
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Go out with me
Chloe My heart stopped. Mark?My fingers flew to my neck before I could stop them, I touched the place right where Logan had gripped me a few days ago. I’d covered it carefully with makeup. I was sure I had. But did Alexander notice? He glanced down at the faint bruise before his gaze darkened. My pulse pounded in my ears.I coughed and quickly rose from his lap, ignoring the lingering pleasure as his cock slipped away from my clit. My knees almost buckled, but I forced them to stay steady.“Alexander,” I said, trying to sound composed. “Don’t forget the rules. What happens to me is none of your business.”His jaw clenched, but he didn’t interrupt. He just watched me.“You’re just a stripper, and I’m just a married woman who wants an affair. Nothing more. I don't want anything beyond that. I'm just using you because I'm sexually frustrated and you are good at this.”He just looked at me, as if he were seeing through every word I threw at him. His expression remained calm, and I hate
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I want you to fuck me hard
Chloe I straddled him, skin to skin, my dress bunched around my waist. I felt relaxed under his touch. I flinched slightly as his hard length pressed insistently against me. One arm tightened around my waist, holding me close, while the other slid up beneath my dress. My breath hitched, and I moaned as his fingers found my breast and tugged it free, my nipple was exposed before him. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over my skin for just a second as his mouth closed around my nipple. "Ah—Alexander..." I gasped, my fingers tangling into his hair as I clutched at him, grinding my hips against the length. His mouth worked magic, sucking, licking, biting just enough to make me cry out in pleasure. I arched my back, offering more of myself to him, overwhelmed by how good it felt. My moans grew louder, and more desperate. He pulled back slightly, his lips wet and parted, eyes dark and locked on mine. “What do you want?” he asked. My breath quickened. “W-what?” “What’s your price
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Good girl
Chloe Six minutes. I had six minutes to make this man come. Last time, it was his game, and rules. But now it was mine. The only difference was I was more confident than before. This time, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and how I should take it. The look in his eyes only fueled me. That arrogant smirk, as if he was daring me to impress him. I kissed him passionately. He responded instantly, like his mouth had been waiting for mine all day. There was a tension in the way he leaned forward, as if he was about to forget the rules and claim me the way he always did. But I pulled back before he could, my lips brushing his. “Don’t get carried away now, Alexander,” I whispered, breathless. “Or have I won?” His lips curved, and he gave me that hungry look. “I haven’t touched you yet, have I?” Yet? I raised a brow, heart thudding. I leaned in again, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I whispered, “Touch me, and you lose, remember?” Then, I traced the outline of his ear wit
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Let's play a game
Chloe My heart skipped a beat. Shit. That was fucking hot. Even after coming, after that toe-curling release, my body still pulsed with need. I wasn't done, we weren't done. I rubbed my soaking wet clit against his cock again, shameless, greedy for the friction. It felt too good, and addicting. And maybe I should’ve been embarrassed, maybe the old me would have been, but with Alexander, I was someone else. So no, I wasn’t surprised by how I moved, or what I wanted. I was thrilled. I was learning what my body could feel, what it could crave. And I was going to make use of every damn second of this. When his cock pressed against me, thick and hot through his pants, I bit my lower lip, stifling a moan. That pressure made the ache in my core throb harder. But it was his eyes, God, those green eyes were truly beautiful. They looked at me as if I was his entire world at that moment, like I was something he couldn’t tear himself away from. The way his gaze dropped to my lips, then to
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Worship me, Alexander
Alexander Ah, fuck. I was a dead man. The second she jumped into my arms like that, lips crashing into mine, hips grinding with need, I knew I was done for. There’s no way this woman is slipping through my finger. No way in hell. My hand fisted in her hair as I kissed her harder, and deeper, until I could barely breathe. My other hand gripped her ass, pulling her up so she could feel the thick length of me, already hard and straining through my pants. She pressed herself harder against me and I couldn’t stop the guttural sound that escaped me. I ground into her without shame, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. She moaned, wrecking what little control I had left. At this point, the world would have burned down around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Her legs tightened around my waist, her body grinding harder against mine like she needed friction or she’d go mad. I groaned low in my throat, slamming her back into the nearest wall. I tore my lips from hers just
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Play with me today, Alexander
ChloeThree years ago"Chloe, I don't know why everyone thinks you’re a goody two shoes."I glanced up from the book I was reading, eyebrows raised. Stella sat across from me on the floor, her legs crossed, applying dark red polish to her toes with an alarming level of focus."What do you mean?" I asked, folding the corner of my page and watching her.She shrugged, not looking up. “I don’t know. This isn’t an insult or anything, but you are the most dangerous person I’ve ever met.”I blinked, half-laughing. “What? Me? Dangerous?” I brushed my hair back and scoffed. “If I were dangerous, I’d have hit my mother-in-law with a chair by now. I’d have drowned Layla in the bathtub when she called me stupid. I’d have killed my father and my brother. And buried Logan and all his mistresses alive.”I said it like a joke, but God, some part of me wished it wasn’t. Instead, I sighed. “I’m not dangerous, Stella. I’m just a weak woman who can’t even protect herself. I let everyone walk all over me
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper Time to meet my lover
ChloeI arranged the food on the tray carefully, making sure everything was in its place before I looked up at the server standing by the door. “Please deliver it properly, but make sure you shake the tray so the presentation doesn't scatter.”The man nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He took the tray and left the kitchen without a word.I couldn’t help but overhear the whispers behind me. “Woah, she’s so good. Did you see how she made that sauce from scratch in under ten minutes.”“I know right. That technique’s something only head chefs use.”“ She should be a chef. She’s a really good cook.”I ignored them, pretending like I wasn’t listening, as I focused back on my task, chopping and stirring. I wasn't good with compliments and I didn't know what they were even praising.“Are you okay, ma’am?” A deep voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to find the head chef standing beside me.He was tall and handsome, his smile effortlessly charming.I smiled back. “Yes, I’m fine.”He picked up
I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper I will do better
Chloe“Oh, my God, Annabeth, you look so good!”I turned just in time to see all four women sweep in on my mother-in-law like a pack of wolves. One of them hugged her tight, laughing way too loud.“I know, right? It’s been just a few days, and you’re glowing like you’re barely fifty. You look twenty-five.”My mother-in-law blushed. She waved a hand like she was being modest, but her smile stretched wider than I’d ever seen. “Oh, stop it, you’re being dramatic. I’m not that young,” she said, but she was absolutely enjoying the compliments.I stayed a few feet behind, watching the scene play out like some bad sitcom. They were the council of Witches. At least, that’s what I called them in my head.Bonnie, the one built like a buffet table. Food was her first love, and she'd made that clear every time we met. Her daughter-in-law was a sharp, fiery lawyer, basically the opposite of me.Then there was Cheryl, thin as a chopstick and twice as annoying. Her family practically bled medical de
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