The Billionaire´s Toy (Last Day, Part I)
Contemporary Romance Fiction
T. B. Weakes
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THE BILLIONAIRE´S TOY
Published by arrangement with the author.
First Edition Licence Notes
Copyright © 2013 T. B. Weakes
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All rights reserved.
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Amazon.com and purchase your own copy.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
T. B. Weakes loves to write about romance. This is the first book in a three part-series about Alisha Clark.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Alisha Clark has been Carson Reid´s secretary for an agonizing year, the chemistry between them burning beneath the surface. As soon as they express their feelings for each other at the office party, their relationship reaches boiling point. The following morning Alisha is faced with a daunting proposition: does she cut ties with her imposing boss once and for all, or does take up his offer and give herself over to him in every way imaginable?
The Last Day trilogy is sensual and mysterious, it will intrigue you and have you coming back for more.
This book is intended for mature audiences.
Chapter 1
“Je veux te la mettre!” he whispered gently in my ear. I could smell his scent and I knew his voice all too well.
As he moved closer I felt something covering my eyes. He slipped a mask over my head, even though it was dark and I couldn’t see anything anyway.
It excites me when he speaks French, I have heard him speak it to his clients a number of times and always quivered with excitement when he did.
One day, when I was taking notes, I told him that I loved it. He said the same words to me in French and I wrote it down as fast I could. I learnt basic French when I started work so that I could learn to greet our French clients and so I would know how to spell it when he spoke to me.
I returned to my desk, Google-translated it and it got me all excited. Just thinking about it now is making me become wet. At the time i merely blushed, knowing it was something sexy, now the memory of it is making me horny.
He repeated it to me on another occasion, but by then I knew its true meaning. I replied as best as I could in my pathetic French accent, “ Oui, Oui Monseiur.”
He had a dark smile across his face and he started to lick his lips slowly. I stood, mesmerized, watching his tongue move from left to right. I tried to resist jumping across the table and putting his tongue in my mouth. My pussy was crying for his lips to be in my mouth — anywhere as long as it was on me. My senses went wild. As far as I cared there was only me and him in the whole building, everyone else was blocked out. Then his phone rang and my senses crashed to earth.
Stop it, remember he´s your boss, remember. I tried to tell myself. I was crossing a line I knew I shouldn’t cross. I´d been warned so many times about my flirting. The problem was that the flirting wasn’t one sided and most of the time it was instigated by him.
I waited for him to end the call. He held up his hand, indicating that he wouldn’t be long and that I shouldwait for him. I had to move. I was getting aroused by him and he knew it, he kept his eyes on me the whole time he was on the phone.
He
Contemporary Romance Fiction
T. B. Weakes
All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
THE BILLIONAIRE´S TOY
Published by arrangement with the author.
First Edition Licence Notes
Copyright © 2013 T. B. Weakes
Cover & Interior Design by ebookIndiecovers
All rights reserved.
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Amazon.com and purchase your own copy.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
T. B. Weakes loves to write about romance. This is the first book in a three part-series about Alisha Clark.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Alisha Clark has been Carson Reid´s secretary for an agonizing year, the chemistry between them burning beneath the surface. As soon as they express their feelings for each other at the office party, their relationship reaches boiling point. The following morning Alisha is faced with a daunting proposition: does she cut ties with her imposing boss once and for all, or does take up his offer and give herself over to him in every way imaginable?
The Last Day trilogy is sensual and mysterious, it will intrigue you and have you coming back for more.
This book is intended for mature audiences.
Chapter 1
“Je veux te la mettre!” he whispered gently in my ear. I could smell his scent and I knew his voice all too well.
As he moved closer I felt something covering my eyes. He slipped a mask over my head, even though it was dark and I couldn’t see anything anyway.
It excites me when he speaks French, I have heard him speak it to his clients a number of times and always quivered with excitement when he did.
One day, when I was taking notes, I told him that I loved it. He said the same words to me in French and I wrote it down as fast I could. I learnt basic French when I started work so that I could learn to greet our French clients and so I would know how to spell it when he spoke to me.
I returned to my desk, Google-translated it and it got me all excited. Just thinking about it now is making me become wet. At the time i merely blushed, knowing it was something sexy, now the memory of it is making me horny.
He repeated it to me on another occasion, but by then I knew its true meaning. I replied as best as I could in my pathetic French accent, “ Oui, Oui Monseiur.”
He had a dark smile across his face and he started to lick his lips slowly. I stood, mesmerized, watching his tongue move from left to right. I tried to resist jumping across the table and putting his tongue in my mouth. My pussy was crying for his lips to be in my mouth — anywhere as long as it was on me. My senses went wild. As far as I cared there was only me and him in the whole building, everyone else was blocked out. Then his phone rang and my senses crashed to earth.
Stop it, remember he´s your boss, remember. I tried to tell myself. I was crossing a line I knew I shouldn’t cross. I´d been warned so many times about my flirting. The problem was that the flirting wasn’t one sided and most of the time it was instigated by him.
I waited for him to end the call. He held up his hand, indicating that he wouldn’t be long and that I shouldwait for him. I had to move. I was getting aroused by him and he knew it, he kept his eyes on me the whole time he was on the phone.
He
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