Billionaire Seducing His Hot Secretary Novelas e Histórias

Sometimes all it took was a bread crumb and he would be able to bury somebody with it. As the pair made their way to the conference room that wasn't that far from the private apartments that was kind of built more into the mountain side. They walked in and looked over the police that were sitting there. They had a few questions of their own but they were going to wait. Benton was Sure that he was going to be able to figure out exactly what was going on. All he had to do is ask a few simple questions. No one really ever wanted to make him mad or get on his bad side. Another perk to being a billionaire.

Was he a stalker? “I want us to make a deal. Sit down.” He commands subtly and plops to a seat bringing the glass of wine to his lips. “I’m not interested in anything you have to say. We don’t have the best history.” “You’ll be intrigued.” He pressed on. “What de-al?” I sat at the leather couch with my hands to the side worried and confused. “I’m ready to pay you fifty million dollars.” Fifty million fucking what?! Was he that rich? My palm turned sweaty and my lungs gasped for breath. I feel suffocated.

She had long, dark hair past her shoulders. Regina couldn’t close her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I understand this guy taking a short sabbatical after losing such a beautiful woman, but seven years?” the female reporter remarked. “Yeah, and that house. The man is worth almost two billion bucks. You’d think he would hide somewhere more . . . fabulous,” the male reporter said, enunciating the last word in a high-pitched voice. “Yeah, like the Bahamas, or at the very least, Palm Beach,” the female reporter replied. “However, it is good news for the local single ladies that Scott lives so close, because according to our source, he is still on the market.”

She imagined him grabbing her, burying his face deep in her soft, jiggling tits, squeezing them hard, pinching her stiff nipples, and sucking them until she was dripping wet and begging for his cock. 'Fuck yes, that's so hot! Pound me already!' The secretary thought, her pussy throbbing with heat. She felt her panties getting soaked just from the dirty fantasy, her thighs rubbing together under the desk as she squirmed like a bitch in heat. "Them?" Lukas chuckled, teasing her shamelessly. He loved how this desperate slut threw herself at him—it was entertaining as hell. "A-Ah, I meant it, Sir... oopsie," the secretary giggled sluttily, not even sorry. She licked her lips slowly, staring at h

Sierra unbuttoned her coat and pulled down her low-cut top... Her delicate skin was exposed to the air. Conrad looked at her. "You..." "I love you. I'm willing to be your woman..." She whispered, offering her lips to him. The two of them fell onto the office sofa, lost in passion. Sierra longed for this man to belong to her completely. What was the position of a general manager's secretary worth? A month's salary could only go so far—how could it support the life she desired? She wanted the best bags, the finest clothes, the most luxurious shoes, and the most exquisite jewelry...

Most of those he employs are usually those who used to work as undercover agents for the government and wanted a different life. He eyed me with suspicion as he drank his whiskey. “Someone I know just got scammed, but I have a feeling it’s more than just a scam,” I continued. “Who got scammed?” Emmet asked, his curious eyes scanned me from head to toe. “My secretary’s grandmother,” I replied. “Natalie?” Garret asked frowning. “Who the fuck would do that to an old lady?” I can feel the rage building in him but never dare correct him. I know that if I tell them about Evelyn they will never stop asking.

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

THEME : SECRETARY FUCKING HER BOSS AND HIS FRIEND Nadia Miller was secretary to the great Billionaire Ethan Russell and had been fucking her boss for a while now. It was thrilling to be wanted by a man as powerful as Ethan Russell but it came with a lot of demands. He came with a lot of demands. He had ordered her to come to work wearing a pair of garters and a one piece lingerie he had bought for her underneath her dress. It was thrilling she would admit. Walking into the company wearing something so scandalous under her serious business outfit was exciting. Nadia took a deep breath and pushed open the heavy door that led to Ethan's office.

Kayla I leaned back against the plush velvet of the booth, the ice in my drink rattling as my hand shook just a little. I and the girls had already done four rounds of shots so I was feeling very chatty. "Of course they're talking, Monet. Let's look at the facts. The man is a billionaire CEO who breathes rarified air, and I’m just his fucking secretary. To them, I'm just a glitch in his system."

The large mahogany desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the city, and the luxurious leather armchairs all spoke of power and success. Sarah walked over to the CEO, who was sitting at his desk with his head buried in a stack of documents. "Mr. Hudson, I'd like to introduce you to your new secretary, Ivy," she said, smiling. The CEO looked up and their eyes met. A feeling of recognition washed over Ivy as she realized that she had met this man before, at a club, two nights ago.They had shared a passionate night together at his penthouse and she had never expected to see him here of all places, let alone as her new boss.