Sex With The Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

“Me? I didn’t even know a glass of wine could cost $2,000 until last week. What if I mess up?” “You won’t,” he said, finally putting the tablet away. “Because I need this to work. I need you—us—to sell this relationship. I’m not losing to Richard.” Ah. Of course. Nothing says relax like pressure from a corporate war. “Wow. Pep talk of the year, Mr. Sinclair.” “I try,” he said, and for a second I couldn’t tell if he was serious. Before I could reply, the car slowed. Camera flashes. Paparazzi.

When she was done, Bethany held her by the hair and dragged her out of the compound. "Please Bethany!" "Stop!" Bethany turned around to find her husband there with the man he'd been in a meeting with. Steven Richards walked over to where his wife stood, and whispered, "How dumb can you be? what do you want Mr Jerome to think of us? you'd better let this girl go now" Bethany was quite displeased, but she didn't want Jerome to think ill of them, he was about to be her husband's business partner and they must not lose him, after all, he was The Jerome Ken, the youngest billionaire in the whole of X City.

And you didn’t fall into bed with him, you fell onto the boardroom carpet with him. And it wasn’t exactly a ‘date.’ Yes it was! I screamed back silently. It totally was! There was lobster, and filet mignon, and wine, and heavenly dessert… …just… AFTER the sex… …the first round of sex, anyway… Add to that the fact he was CONNOR TEMPLETON. Billionaire. I felt like I had somehow stumbled into the pages of a tabloid magazine you see by the checkout in grocery stories. Ordinary Chick Sleeps With Scorching Hot Billionaire Playboy!

His clothes fit him well and his ex was so strong that I can understand why the female employees who had just boarded the elevator after a few floors that we passed were whispering like that. "Boss is handsome, right?" "What are you? Don't make a noise there." "I just can't help but admire each of his features." "I understand you, but maybe because of your admiration, we will lose our jobs, so shut up." I couldn't help but grin because I couldn't stop laughing when I heard that conversation between the two employees in front of us. I don't know if Bryce heard or saw that in his peripheral vision, so he suddenly looked at me and gave me his evil look again. Until suddenly the elevator rang an

Bonus Scene of Billionaire Boss Note: This scene happened in the middle of the book, after they signed the contract. Summer My heartbeat hammered in my ears as they called my number. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I had seen the email from the sex club, the one where I had a one-night stand with Damon, about the auction night where all the proceeds would go to charity for homeless people. I showed it to Damon after a late night at the office. “What?” Damon had asked, quirking his brow. “Do you want to parade your body and make me bid on you?”

"I've stopped. So please tell me. Full details!! But first, was it really your boss or not?" "You won't believe it if I tell you this," Isabella remarked. "Go on," Bianca insists, putting her hand beneath her chin, clearly interested in what Isabella has to say. "I had sex with my boss on the rooftop!" Isabella said, lowering her voice to avoid being overheard. Bianca laughed. "You've got to be kidding!" Bianca couldn't believe her. Isabella put on a sad face as Bianca didn't believe her. "Aswear, Bianca, I'm not lying."

His eyes are so rich and swoon-worthy, it’s a miracle I’m still standing, when—in his typical fashion—Jameson Richards has my knees weakening and my entire body threatening to pool right at his feet. Fuck. Me. My eyelids squeeze shut for a few seconds, because that sentiment holds numerous connotations right now. Primarily, how am I going to explain to my boss that I’m being paid for sex? Then again, how is my boss going to explain paying for sex? And… Oh, my God! The grand slam here is: I’m about to have sex with my boss for money! I whirl around on my high heels, to hell with whether I spill champagne. In fact, I thrust the arm out that’s attached to the hand holding the champagne flute an

she said, turning the magazine cover in my direction. Yes, he was deserving of the label of "sexiest bachelor in New York." With hardly even a grin on his face, he posed so smoothly for the magazine cover. Any woman would go crazy at his casual appearance in a blue tux. His influence was so strong that it caused my knees to weaken. If I were to see him in person, I wonder how I would respond. I had to escape my thoughts. I looked away from his photo and reminded her, "Yes, he is also our boss."