Indecent Proposal Novel Novels & Stories

Brandon Reeves had booked a penthouse just for one night with me? What am I doing? Perhaps the greatest folly of my life… I delude myself that I'm here to tell you some truths, that you can't buy me. But the mere idea of… having him touch my body, possessing me… It leaves me breathless! I've spent the day trying hard not to ponder his proposal. Yes, I'm almost panicking about my financial situation. However, going to bed with a man for money? That never crossed my mind! I snort out a laugh and reflect that, in fact, I never thought a man with money would pay to take me to bed! Not that I think I'm ugly. I'm just ordinary. I've got a slim figure, with no great attractions. Even my breasts are

"Are you okay? Tell me, how was your wedding night like? He has been treating you well, hasn't he? I know he has, he's very handsome and sweet..." "Do you even know what you're saying?" Mia hissed, a scowl on her face. "What do you mean?" Isabella narrowed her eyes, moving her chair closer to Mia. Mia shrugged, "Your Mr perfect isn't exactly who you think he is, he's so scary and heartless. And please, we slept in different rooms."

My Dearest Fiance, The weather is warm here. I think you would enjoy yourself. The country is beautiful but I'm afraid it pales compared to you. The estate I am having built is a fine one I think you will be pleased with it. A stable is also being built behind the estate. The main house is close to the beach. I know how much you like to swim. Inside is a flower I preserved that I found on the grounds. I hope you like it and I hear from you soon. Francis Ravenport

Then she slowly sank to her knees, keeping her crystal-clear blue eyes on him the whole time. “What are you doing?” Craig asked, irritated. “I’m proposing to you,” she replied, with a devilish look on her face she flicked her eyes towards Craigs trousers, “and as I don’t have a ring, you’ll have to find some other way to show me you accept,” and she placed her arms either side of her bodice and gave it a subtle squeeze, highlighting her ample bust.

He suggests Then my inner vixen awakens, I can also get naughty you know, especially with him. I trace my fingers down his jawline onto his chest. "If I want to have you to myself, sweetheart, it gonna be more than just a quickie, but pity we don't have time for that now but I'll make it up to you". I confidently unwrap my legs from his waist onto the ground and walk away from him. I can feel his shocked gaze from behind burning a hole through my back... Take that baby boy!

"Thank you, Professor. I was hoping to discuss my thesis proposal with you.” He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Sit. Tell me about it." I sat, crossing my legs, aware of the way his eyes moved down to my exposed thighs before returning to my face. I was wearing a skirt that was perhaps too short for a meeting with a professor, a blouse with too many buttons undone. But I had dressed like that purposely, knowing exactly what I was doing. After a while of talking and explanation we were finally done for the day, but I didn't want it to end, not like this.

Everything about her attracted me, and that was the reason that I made the decision to do something I never did. I fucked her. Not only did I fuck her, but I explored her body again and again until either of us was too exhausted to continue, and then instead of parting ways, we fell asleep, and when I woke the following morning, the bed beside me was cold. Now, the one that got away stands right in front of me, and of all things, she is my new step-niece. What a fucking joke. I think as I note how the woman in question tries to keep her gaze from meeting mine, and although it is amusing, it is also a bit annoying.

' 'I am not jealous,' I insisted, my voice rising slightly, even as he walked around my desk, cutting off my escape. 'Liar,' he murmured, now right in front of me, close enough to feel his warmth, to smell that clean, intoxicating scent. 'You hated hearing about Helen. And Margaret.' 'Margaret Wilson?' I spluttered, the words catching in my throat. 'You actually shagged Margaret Wilson?' The image was both repellent and strangely fascinating. He grinned, a slow, wicked grin. 'She's surprisingly flexible for sixty-two. And incredibly enthusiastic.' 'You're disgusting,' I said, but the words lacked all conviction. Because, shamefully, I was getting wet thinking about it. The sheer brazenness.

The fantasy made me so wet I was almost certain I would leave a mark on the chair. After dinner Jack suggested drinks on the back patio. I excused myself to the kitchen under the pretense of getting water. The moment I was alone I pressed my back against the counter and slipped one hand under my dress. I was soaked. My fingers slid easily through the wetness. I rubbed my clit in tight circles and bit my lip hard to stay quiet, imagining it was Richard’s hand instead of mine. Imagining him behind me, chest pressed to my back, two fingers pumping into me while he told me what a filthy girl I was for getting this wet over him. I pulled my hand away before I could come. Not yet. Not while he was

,Andrew asked coming closer to her. She closed her eyes and breathe in before looking up at him,"What do you?",Precious asked. He looks down at her since he's taller than her,"Do you think am chasing you just because i want something from you?",Andrew asked. She smirked and folded her arms,"Well, isn't it obvious that's what the badboys want",She said. "Sex!", Precious said making the word sound loud.