F L E S H: A Billionaire Story II - 6 Angebote vergleichen

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EXCERPTOnce settled, she closed her eyes and inhaled a few deep breaths. One helluva crappy night. Could it get any worse? She opened her eyes and blinked. The man in the booth across from her seemed familiar. She frowned as she tried to place him.A flutter in her belly and a clench in her pussy told her that her had body guessed who it was before she did. Big Tipper. She smiled. His face wore the same surprised look she assumed was on hers. He grinned back and tilted his head toward her booth. She nodded, fighting down a teenage urge to giggle hysterically as he settled across from her. He had to be a bit over six feet tall and maybe a year older than her. Short dark hair topped a scruffy unshaven chin. A quick check of his left hand showed no wedding band or tan line."Can I say? Or maybe, should I say, I'm not stalking you. This is a cool coincidence. When I left the club, I asked the cabbie where to get a late night snack, and he brought me here."Cab 23?"Big Tipper nodded."That's Amando. He usually drives me here and then home."He raised an eyebrow. "Boyfriend?"No." Flame chuckled. "In every sense of the word. He's a friend, and I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."Waggling his eyebrows, Big Tipper said, "Well then, let me be thoroughly pushy and offer to buy you your late night feast. That way I can spend several more minutes in your company and tell you how stunning you are and how you so-" He visibly shivered. "How you just… just… I'm stuck."Tell me I'm the sexiest thing you've ever seen on stage and you can buy me dinner." It wouldn't make up for the loss of the tip, but every penny she could avoid spending was a bonus."I've been to a lot of strip clubs and you were the first… I mean the first, who's riveted my attention. The second I spotted you, I… uh… well you can figure that out." His smile stretched from his full lips and seemed to reach up to the corner of his light blue eyes. Her finger twitched, wanting to trace the small scar on his chin. "I'd like t.

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As I put my glass down, the lights dimmed, music played-from somewhere-and the bed covers pulled back - even though I was sitting on them. A warm breath drifted across the back of my neck. Goose bumps ran up my spine and, embarrassingly, my nipples stood at attention. Flattering myself that I was handling this all very well, I picked up my wine glass, took a big gulp and decided to grab the bull by the horns - metaphorically speaking. "Are you a ghost? Because I don't believe in ghosts."No, I'm a Fate."You mean like, let the Fates decide?"Yes, that would be the best interpretation for you."I tilted my head from side to side trying to figure out where his voice was coming from. "But the Fates are women. I know my Roman? Greek? mythology."That is mythology. This is reality."Lifting one eyebrow, I snorted. "I'm talking to the air and you're calling it reality?"The three Fates were children of the original power."I took another sip of wine. "So you're a child of the Fates?"Go forth and multiply."You're just full of one-liners."Humans do not believe in us and yet they call upon us to make decisions for them. 'Fate made me do it'. 'Let the Fates decide.' 'May the force be with you.'"That's Star Wars." Great, I've got a stalker Fate with a sense of humor."I heard that."Shivers slither through me as tiny sparklike feelings tickled my neck."We're real. We've been around since time began. That first monkey who jumped out of a tree and walked on the ground, Fate made him do it. A cousin of mine, actually."You're kidding!"Yes, I am. You humans are so gullible."I waved my arm about. "Can I touch you? See you?"You would not understand our form, but I can touch you." A wave of heat slid up my leg and rippled through my belly."Oooh!" When my breath returned, I asked the most logical question I could think of. "Why are you here?"Earlier tonight you said, 'Let's see what the Fates have in store'. Well the Fates have nothing in store for your friend, but for you…"I picked.

Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, in-stock.
Branwyn stepped into a vast room with a wood floor. She looked about. Many tapestries hung on the walls. One displayed heroic soldiers crushing an enemy and another portrayed a mother suckling a child by a stream. Others confused Branwyn. On the floor, mounds of pillows were scattered about and a few chairs. Duna Trea appeared, as if from nowhere. "Good morning Dune Branwyn. I trust you slept well and have recovered from your journey."She dropped into a deep curtsy. "Oh yes, Duna Trea. I am quite rested."Leah serves you well?"Yes, though we struggle with confusions over language and customs."Sit down, Dune Branwyn." Duna Trea pointed to a smaller chair as she settled onto a velvet-cushioned one. She ran her hand down the sides of her dress smoothing out the wrinkles. In her youth, the blackness of her dress would have matched the color of her, now speckled with grey, hair. "We must converse. It is time to explain to you why you are here."I know I have been given to a man. I understand my duty to my uncle and aunt. They raised me and I have been a burden to them. It is time I-"Duna Trea raised her hand. "That is not why. It is because of your wondrous beauty. Are not your cousins of a plainer state? It is most simple. You were gotten rid of. With your smooth, fair skin, bright green eyes, long, thick hair and full, healthy breasts, your uncle saw no chance for a good match for his daughters. "Branwyn started to speak but stopped. She bit her bottom lip to cease its trembling. Duna Trea continued, "A very rich man purchased you and he demands that you be trained to satisfy his specific tastes."I served my aunt. I was a dutiful niece and learned to cook, sew, play the spinet, read and embroider. People have told me I have an enchanting voice and I know many songs. I am an accomplished young lady."Those are not the skills your master wishes."I…I understand there are needs of the bed, but those my husband will teach me." Blood rushed to Branwyn's cheeks at the vagu.

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Picking up the remote with one hand and the coffee mug with the other, she alternated between surfing channels and sipping wine. She stopped at two naked females passionately exploring each other's body. Blankly staring at the screen she finished the bottle of red wine, consumed her precooked, fast-frozen meal in a container and had changed to white wine, without noticing the difference. Tossing the empty dish onto the coffee table, the fork bounced off and landed on the newspaper. She bent down to pick it up. The ad she had read to Taylor caught her eye. "What the hell." She picked her laptop up off the coffee table, typed in the website then clicked on e-box twenty four. Hi. I'm Derek. I'm looking for a woman. I don't want a girlfriend or a lover. Just a mutually sexually satisfying companion. The work will be minimal and the pay will be excellent. If interested email me your name, an introduction - 100 words or less - and a photo to entice me to hire you. Arianne drank her wine and stared at the laptop screen for fifteen minutes while she had a mental debate. The "yes" voice in her head won out. The wine may have helped. She linked the digital camera to the computer then walked to her room and stripped. She stood in front of the small mirror and tried to choose her sexiest pose. Having chosen the conservative one of standing with her hands at her sides, legs spread apart; Arianne positioned herself in front of the camera and clicked the trigger. In a moment the picture appeared on the screen. Appraising her body, Arianne smiled - soft curves, ample breasts and a neatly trimmed puff of hair below her belly button. It was a sexy body, not ravishing like a movie star's, but it had enticed a few of the male gender. With some careful editing she deleted the background of the picture until all she had was a naked, headless picture of herself. She attached the photo to an email and began to type her message. My name is Arianne. I'm 25 and recently unemployed so I'm ready to.

Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, in-stock.
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for a rookie flight attendant and a sexy R.C.M.P. officer? But Fate had other intentions. After leaving a disastrous marriage, Paix Allcot begins a new career as a flight attendant. The romance of travel plus the desperate need to be on any other continent other than the one her ex is on seems like a dream job. For the first time, Paix is no longer a trainee and the passengers in economy class are under her care. Especially the handsome passenger seated in 36C. Guy Lapierre, undercover officer, is following a vicious human-trafficker. He has little time for relationships. Too many innocent lives are at stake. But when the plane crashes and Guy is stranded on a tropical island, he is forced to work with Paix to survive until he discovers that the man he is tracking is Paix's older brother. Can a pink bra and a hot night on the side of a volcano save the relationship and their lives?

Lieferung aus: Vereinigte Staaten von Amerika, In Stock.
Brace-For-Impact~~Daryl-Devore, Brace For Impact, Paperback.