Playboy Bunny Novels & Stories

“Zion!” I laughed softly. “Hear me out. But if we lose… you wear a bunny costume that I pick out and do everything I tell you to. Deal?” “A bunny?!” She hissed, her face turning red. “Like this.” I pulled my phone from my pocket, typed quickly: bunny cosplay lingerie. Images flooded the screen. I scrolled until I found the perfect one—cute, but still sexy. White bunny ears, fluffy tail, and a ribbon around the waist.

She asked as she laughed again this time, it sounded more like a giggle as her eyes shined brightly. “You are the city’s certified playboy, with your vast experience with and around women, I’m sure you would know what to do. Me on the other hand, I haven’t even had my first date yet and have no basic idea on when people do other than what I see when I’m working of course.”

I took a bite, and it was salty and sweet and a little burned, and it was perfect, and I told him so. He smiled, and his eyes were soft, and he said that he was glad, and then he said that he had another thing, and he reached into his pocket again. This time he pulled out a key, and he held it out, and it was small and silver and it had a blue keychain shaped like a bunny. "What is this," I asked, even though I knew.

“He can’t do it, obviously he does not have a clean image.” The Barlow contract was the biggest contract in the world for billionaires. It was very hard to get but very easy to lose. Of which one of the rules to getting a Barlow Contract is to have a clean image, which Alex does not have. He has had episodes with women fighting over him on the internet. This earned him the nickname. The billionaire playboy.

Had I really been the wicked woman half-naked on a office table being impaled by his huge penis? I shivered with satisfaction. No one would ever believe it—enzo obviously barely did and he’d done it all with me—but ever since last two nights, i felt like a changed woman. And I was bound and determined to stick to her plan. Playboy Bunnies had fun. Classy ladies hated their lives. My choice couldn’t be clearer. It was Playboy Bunny all the way. "France?" I held the phone away from her ear, Maddie's voice was getting higher pitched with every passing moment.

I needed a manager as soon as possible and it was long overdue. “Here are the files you asked for” stella offered “You know very well I didn’t call you for no files” I could see the way she shivered by my mere presence. “Come over here!” I ordered “Kneel down” I opened my legs wide apart while she fastened the belt of my trousers bringing out my huge hard rod. It stood erect.

Jason blew hot at him. Jeremy is a Playboy yet no one dare step on his toes. He was very strong and fierce just like Jason. Jeremy would not listen to whatever Jason was saying except when I came in. I gestured at Jeremy, more or less like a plead, and he dropped my hand and moved out of the place, leaving behind a daring look.

“I agree. If there’s anything to breathe new life into Edge—” “We’re doing so poorly, we’ve all grown so scared; we’re all reporting from safe, scared places, afraid to push the button in case we explode. We’re already withering here. We need to write about the topics that scare us, fascinate us . . . and nobody fascinates this city more than our billionaire bachelors. Do you know who I’m talking about?” “The playboys?” Her lips twist. “The worst of them all.” She pulled out another magazine. I stared at the cover, which said Angel or Devil?

I casually pull back adjusting my boobs with my nipples still rock hard with a fluff my hair, scooping it all to one side to hang over my shoulder before looking over at my disoriented Damien. "I'm sorry but you'll just have to wait until later. Sucks, doesn't it?" Pun definitely intended. "Here, let me help you with that." I gently maneuver his still stiffened manhood into his pants with the very tips of my fingers, making it painfully clear that playtime is over. Carefully tucking in his shirt and refastening his pants, I flash him a naughty smile, catching a wicked look of his own. "Oh little girl, you're going to regret that," Damien mutters.

I remembered when during school, he was always known to fetch me, playboys, because I had started my relationship with playboys right from my school days. "Thanks, Jacob," I said hugging them both. "Happy birthday Veronica," Joseph said. "Thanks, you have no idea how happy I am that you two made it here," I said as I hugged them. Back in my university days, I had begun my relationship with playboys and everyone knew me to be rind boys were all over me lining up to be regarded as one of my playboys. I remembered one of my old playboys Jack who was very good in bed. "I hope he is not here," I said curiously.