Taming Her Billionaire Boss

AveryAvery pushed her body away from him, pinning a few strands of her light blonde hair behind her ear. She dared not look into his lake-blue eyes. She couldn't trust her instincts with this man. Her ruffled senses needed a quick reboot, otherwise, she might just lose her virginity to a total stranger in the back seat of a taxi.She smoothed her gray skirt and adjusted her tucked-in white shirt, replacing her glasses on the bridge of her nose. Peering down at her wristwatch, she exclaimed. "Goodness! I'm late!"She collected her purse and folder and jumped out of the taxi. Rounding the curb, she ventured toward the entrance to the tall, glassy building. The stranger alighted from the vehicle, heading towards the magnificent structure.This is it. Her mother's life depended on this single shot. She was about to take her leap of faith when the taxi driver called her back."Who's gonna pay?" He shifted his gaze from Avery to the man. "I gat no time, fellas. Customers are lining up for

Avery"Don't cry, Avery," she steeled herself, heading to her boyfriend's condo. "You didn't lose them, they lost you." Those were the words her mother always told her whenever she faced disappointment.On getting to his apartment, she punched in the passcode. Tyrone had given her the passcode in case she happened to stop by at any time. His main reason was to convince Avery to change her mind about her choice of celibacy. She'd turned him down every time, and she thought his patience was wearing thin."It's about time Tyrone pops my cherry," she told herself, turning the door open. "Today's his lucky day."The first thing she saw was the scattered pieces of clothing strewn about the living room, followed by the moans and grunts coming from the bedroom. Her pulse paused. Tyrone had lost his patience.She recognized that bag. Could it be...?Dragging her tired feet to the bedroom, she pushed the bedroom door open to satisfy her curiosity. "Maddie!" She crumbled to the floor in tears be

MichaelThey shook hands, lost in each other's eyes. The hellhound has got the softest body he'd ever touched. His fingers sank into the velvety skin of her hand, and for a while, he almost kissed the back of her hands.He imagine her cuddled into a ball in his arms, feeling every inch of her, making out on a roof top in his pent house. He'd be gentle on her. Meats as tender as hers deserved special marinade. She's worth more than Room 003; his fuck room for hoe drilling.Fortunately for his lucky ass, she'd openly confessed her attraction for him. Luring her to his penthouse won't be difficult after all. All he needed was an extra dose of charm and proximity.He smirked satisfactorily at the plan, thinking of a thousand and one thing to do to her luscious gleaming lips, dazzling in the daylight. He'd stuff her full with his dick and fuck the back of her throat all night. She may look innocent on the outside, but Michael knew her type. He'd fucked her type many times beyond count. Unt