| Author: | Winifred LaCroix | ISBN: | 9781310351532 |
| Publisher: | Winifred LaCroix | Publication: | April 4, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Winifred LaCroix |
| ISBN: | 9781310351532 |
| Publisher: | Winifred LaCroix |
| Publication: | April 4, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
George and James were Emma's two coffee shop kings, always dressed to the nines, gorgeous, and way out of her league. When money gets tight and Emma considers getting a second job her best friend signs her up for a sugar daddy site without her permission. However, when the two coffee shop kings approach her one day after work, they make her an offer she can't refuse. They would like to be her to be their sugar baby, and offer her double the money as long as she does something taboo, have both of the brothers, at the same time. Can Emma accept her unusual arrangement with the billionaire brothers? And why does their name sound so familiar? (WARNING! This novella is 30,000 words worth of taboo threesomes, erotic billionaire lunch dates between the sheets, and almost caught exhibitionism in Prada!)
EXCERPT:
“What do you want to do with your old clothing then?” George asked coming back from the register into the sitting room where she was sitting on a wide leather couch in front of three or four mirrors. She looked up at him and over at the mirrors that surrounded her and realized that she no longer looked like their maid, but their equal. She kicked the bag over with her shoe.
“Can they put it in a bag for me?” She looked up at him and he offered his hand to her. He pulled her up beside him and kissed her gently like he had done last night, testing the waters before he pulled her in for a bruising kiss, his hand snaking around her him and pulling her up against him roughly.
“They can.” He muttered against her lips and kissed her hungrily again, backing her up against a mirror. She squeaked when her back hit the cold glass and he took it as an opportunity to kiss her harder, his tongue finding hers, his breath coming out in heavy pants, his body eagerly pressing into hers. “Fuck you’re gorgeous, I’ve waited so long for you my little princess.” She couldn’t help but shudder in response to his tone. He was desperate, he was desperate for her. She loved having this power over him, and when his lips began to trail down her neck she moaned in response, watching them in the mirrors on either side of her “I want to put you in all the finest clothing and take it all off.” He growled against her neck as he hiked her dress up to run his hands up her thighs, gasping against her when she split her legs open for him. His hand trailing higher underneath her dress to her panties that were slowly getting wetter with each word, with each contact his fingers made with her skin. She moaned and tilted her head to the side when his hand finally felt how wet her panties were. “So responsive, do you like it when I kiss you, Emma? Or do you like it because we’re doing this in the dressing room?”
George and James were Emma's two coffee shop kings, always dressed to the nines, gorgeous, and way out of her league. When money gets tight and Emma considers getting a second job her best friend signs her up for a sugar daddy site without her permission. However, when the two coffee shop kings approach her one day after work, they make her an offer she can't refuse. They would like to be her to be their sugar baby, and offer her double the money as long as she does something taboo, have both of the brothers, at the same time. Can Emma accept her unusual arrangement with the billionaire brothers? And why does their name sound so familiar? (WARNING! This novella is 30,000 words worth of taboo threesomes, erotic billionaire lunch dates between the sheets, and almost caught exhibitionism in Prada!)
EXCERPT:
“What do you want to do with your old clothing then?” George asked coming back from the register into the sitting room where she was sitting on a wide leather couch in front of three or four mirrors. She looked up at him and over at the mirrors that surrounded her and realized that she no longer looked like their maid, but their equal. She kicked the bag over with her shoe.
“Can they put it in a bag for me?” She looked up at him and he offered his hand to her. He pulled her up beside him and kissed her gently like he had done last night, testing the waters before he pulled her in for a bruising kiss, his hand snaking around her him and pulling her up against him roughly.
“They can.” He muttered against her lips and kissed her hungrily again, backing her up against a mirror. She squeaked when her back hit the cold glass and he took it as an opportunity to kiss her harder, his tongue finding hers, his breath coming out in heavy pants, his body eagerly pressing into hers. “Fuck you’re gorgeous, I’ve waited so long for you my little princess.” She couldn’t help but shudder in response to his tone. He was desperate, he was desperate for her. She loved having this power over him, and when his lips began to trail down her neck she moaned in response, watching them in the mirrors on either side of her “I want to put you in all the finest clothing and take it all off.” He growled against her neck as he hiked her dress up to run his hands up her thighs, gasping against her when she split her legs open for him. His hand trailing higher underneath her dress to her panties that were slowly getting wetter with each word, with each contact his fingers made with her skin. She moaned and tilted her head to the side when his hand finally felt how wet her panties were. “So responsive, do you like it when I kiss you, Emma? Or do you like it because we’re doing this in the dressing room?”
