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Learning to Trust - Part 1 (A BDSM Alpha Male Erotic Romance) - Interviewing the Billionaire #1
B.B. Roman
Maison d'édition: Bizotica
Synopsis
Marisa Taylor is a young, self-driven, ambitious reporter that has taken on an assignment to interview one of the world's most intriguing men, the mysterious billionaire gentleman Roland Starland. It's an interview that could make or break her career forever, the costs of failing high, the rewards of success out of this world--and it's a gamble she's willing to take. However, she quickly learns that he's immune to her usual tactics and not about to open up for her unless she opens up for him--and learns to trust him fully. He's a man that lives in a world of secrets and desires, a world full of challenges that Marisa will have to dive headfirst into. This young reporter is about to find out just how far she's willing to go to get a story...and then she'll have to go even further... A sexy tale of billionaire erotic romance, mystery and intrigue! Excerpt: "We both know why you're here. We'll never make any progress if you don't learn to trust. Clearly I trust you because I've welcomed you into my home. This is where I hideaway from the world, my most secure place. You must learn to trust, Marisa. You must trust me. Allow me to help you. " I suddenly felt turned on, literally as if he had flipped a switch. My nerves were on fire, my heart pounding, my wetness growing between my legs. I remembered touching myself last night and how it felt, like a blockage that had suddenly been cleared--and sleep came over me like a drug after I had done it. It was as if Roland was reading my mind--and inviting me into his world. Whatever that meant. "Okay," I said, once again under his spell. I tried to come back, fighting it. The whiskey had softened me up, allowed him to penetrate even deeper. How did he know that I had trust issues? I had never thought about it that way until now. I worked hard for myself--and I was always hesitant to give up any of my efforts without a fight. I had moved from paper to paper, job-to-job, never settling anywhere for very long, never having an incentive to just stay. I always assumed something better was somewhere else and so I went after it. I didn't even know the definition of complacency, apparently. Satisfaction was not a word in my vocabulary. Was I interviewing him or was he interviewing me? Roland finished his drink and rose to his feet, his footsteps echoing down the halls with hardwood floors. He once again towered over me, approaching me in slow motion, his robe flowing behind him like a cape. I felt powerless as I sat there waiting for him to do whatever he was going to do, wanting it, whatever it was. He sat down beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me toward him. I could immediately smell his powerful muskiness, the odor causing me to melt into him. I pressed my head against his shoulder: It felt absolutely beautiful. His arm felt hot against me, his touch causing the heat to move around freely inside of me like a convection oven.
Disponible depuis: 27/02/2014.
