All Chapters of The Baker's Billionaire : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DEMETRIA“Marion!” I tried to guard my face. He had lifted a camera, brought it to his face, and took a picture. I had noticed it earlier when I entered his bedroom, where a large, flat-screen TV was on the wall across from the bed. Under it was a black dresser, the camera resting on top of it.“Relax. I won’t sell them to the blogs. It’s mine for perusal.” He grinned. He was now sitting on an ottoman. He played with the camera because I refused to strip. I’m stubborn, I know. “No need to be camera shy, Wildfire. It loves you, and you were made for it.” He flicked another photo. I rolled my eyes at his childishness, a smile tugging at my lips. Marion stood up. It was then that I noticed the bright yellow ropes. They were on his lap at first, but now in his hand.“What are those for?” I asked him. He turned and set the camera down. His eyes searched me.“Strip,” he demanded, his irises dark and dilated, voice husky and sultry. His dick rested like a log behind his briefs. “I won’t tell

DEMETRIA“Mmmm”. I let out a satisfied groan as I shifted and snuggled deeper into the warm and plush comforter. It was as if I were sleeping on top of a bed of clouds. The covers on me felt good against my skin. Although the comforter added warmth, the covers were cool and feathery soft. The king-size mattress was firm and felt good on my back. It helped me get some of the best sleep I’d had in a long time.The sound of someone moving around caused my eyes to snap open. I frowned and turned on my back, stretching my arms above my head and blinking slowly. I sat up slowly, not recognizing the bed I was in or the room I was in. For a second, I thought I had been kidnapped until memories of last night popped into my head. My skin flushed, and my lips tucked into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but allowing Marion to tie me up and take pictures of me as if I were a Playboy model was completely out of character for me.The sex was some of the best I’d ever had. Marion fuck

MARION“Hold up,” I told Demetria before getting out of my Maserati to open the passenger door for her.“What did I tell you the last time you tried doing this?”“I can open the door on my own, Marion.”“I know, but not when you are with me.”The sun had set before we parked at the Santa Monica Pier. Reaching in the back seat, I clenched my jacket. I made sure to grab it from my closet. Demetria was wearing short sleeves, and I knew she would be cold. She would be rubbing her arms before we made it to Pacific Park. I wanted her to enjoy without any complaint. I passed her the jacket. “You’re being a gentleman today. Let’s write it down,” she said.“I’m being nice, you’re at the pier. I could be doing something else,” I lied with a smirk. There was no other place I wanted to be than with her. Demetria slid on my jacket, and it swallowed parts of her, including her ass.“If you wanted to be doing something else, you would. Let’s go,” she said.We held hands out of necessity as the crowd

MARION“Son. What do I owe this pleasure?” Dad greeted me, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. “You just missed your mother. She went to run some errands.”After dropping Demetria at Anastasia’s, I drove straight to my parents’ house. I understand Spanish, but I wanted to hear from her if the person on the phone was truly her father. I’m possessive like that; had it been an ex, it would’ve been a different story. The last two nights felt like a turning point between us. It wasn’t her feelings that resisted; it was her mind. I only needed to push harder, and eventually, she would give in.“Can’t a guy come and see his parents without having an agenda?”Dad chuckled. “For most. Yes. But I know my kids. You don’t randomly pop up since you grew up to live alone. Marcel is worse, but I understand him.”Smirking, I shook my head. We were never able to get anything past my dad. He was too aware.“Alright. You got me. I actually wanted to pick your brain on something concerning my ne

MARIONThe bedroom door opened, and I leaned casually, sitting on the couch, phone in hand, though truthfully, I hadn’t read a single email. My gaze lifted the moment Demetria stepped out of her bedroom, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder.The dress she wore nearly made me forget to breathe. A casual little slip of floral fabric, clinging in all the right places, falling just above her knees. Simple, unassuming… but on her? It was lethal. The thin straps skimmed her shoulders, the soft neckline teasing the curve of her collarbones. Her skin glowed from the shower, damp waves of dark hair trailing over her back, and the faint scent of her lotion carried across the room like a damn weapon.“You make casual look criminal,” I said smoothly, lifting from the couch. I crossed to her in two strides, relieving her of the smaller bag before she could protest. “I’ll take this.”Her lips curved with that sharp little smirk she used when she pretended not to care. “So, you’re my porter