Thursday, 22 March 2018

#Xcerpt #Excerpt #NSFW #Quickanddirty #billionaire #Alphahero "You are a wild and nasty little thing, aren't you? A closet pervert."



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Book 1, A Quick Billionaires Novel

The best way to get over a millionaire is to get under a billionaire.

Travel writer Parker Ryan wants to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul, and what better way to forget a man than to take an all-expenses-paid trip to Tahiti? She’ll have ten days to write a feature piece about The Windward Hibiscus Resort. That leaves plenty of time for fun and sun—

And a smoking hot fling with Tate McAllister, billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist, and let’s face it—sex god.

Parker knows she’s not supposed to mix business with pleasure, but Tate’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom. She can get the job done and let him fulfill all her fantasies, can’t she?

But she won’t, repeat—won’t—fall in love with the man. Even if every part of her wants to.





EXCERPT

His head popped up. “Seriously?”
I sobered for a second. Shit, was that too filthy for even him? Had I scared him off? He said I could tell him anything. He said he wanted to make my fantasies a reality. The truth was, even though I’d never really watched porn or read any dirty books, I still had an imagination, and on those long, lonely nights when I was alone in my hotel room for work, my imagination got a little smutty.
My high school boyfriend had asked me if he could come on my face back when we were sixteen. We hadn’t even had sex yet; it’d been strictly hand stuff, and we were branching into oral. But he liked to watch porn, and apparently “all the actresses did it and enjoyed it,” so in his infantile mind, he figured “all women must do it and enjoy it.” I’d said “no” because I was sixteen and grossed out by the thought. Inevitably, a month or so later we broke up. Such is high school. But all these years, the thought had rattled around in my mind. Yet, I’d never met a man whom I could look at and say, “Yes, the thought of you coming on my face appeals to me,” until Tate.
And wasn’t that what these ten days were all about? Unleashing my darkest fantasies and my deepest desires? I’d never see him again. He kept himself out of the limelight and off the radar, and I certainly didn’t want the world knowing my depraved business. It was the perfect setup. A week and a half of rediscovery, orgasms and companionship, and then I could return to New York and sort my life out from there.
“Yes,” I said quietly, tossing my shoulders back. I was looking toward the ceiling at first, but then my eyes slowly shifted lower, the erection in his shorts drawing my gaze like a magnet.
“Holy fuck,” he said. “That sounds incredible. You are a wild and nasty little thing, aren’t you? A closet pervert.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Uh, no. Couldn’t be further from either of those things, actually.”

His grin was impish and stirred something so primal, so savage inside me I had to resist the sudden urge to grab his ears and ram his face back between my legs and smother him with my pussy. 



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