Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Oh yes, your butler was far too kind, and didn’t have to give me a tour! The estate is huge, and I was a little afraid that all that walking wasn’t good for him. But I saw the main parts, which are the two living rooms, my suite, and of course, the pool, gym, and gardens. Thank you again, Mr. Purdy, for letting me stay here. I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” he says in a smooth tone. “And I’ll look into getting Brearley some help because you’re right. He’s getting up there in age, and I don’t want him overexerting himself when there’s no need. I’ll make a note.”
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “I didn’t mean to disrupt the way you run your household, or to complain about your butler at all. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Me and my big mouth.”
“No, it’s fine, sweetheart,” Rick says with a dazzling smile that makes me go warm inside. “You were just making conversation, and I get it. But is there anything else you want to share? Anything I can help with?”
This is actually the perfect opening because I do have something to bring up with the handsome billionaire. It’s so wrong and taboo to even suggest it, but I also feel safe with Rick, and it’s so reassuring to be around his strength and masculine power.
“Well, I do need your help,” I begin in a trembling voice.
“Anything, Snowflower,” he says immediately. “I’d do anything for you.”
I swallow hard, and then flash a brilliant smile.
“Well, I’m still working on my Only Fans channel, and the photos we took in Hawaii were a hit. In fact, they’re the best content I’ve ever had, and I gained about three thousand new subscribers the day after I posted them.”
“Good,” Rick drawls, his blue eyes suddenly going so dark that they’re almost black. “And?”
“Well, I, um … well, I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me film more content along those lines?” I ask in a quick voice, tripping over the words. “Again, your face won’t be in the photos but the visual of me with a man was really compelling. I think it helped my customers pretend that I was with them, and not you, and so I was tipped a lot, in addition to getting a huge number of new subscribers.”
“So you were able to make a lot of money from the photos,” Rick growls.
“Yes, and I’d be happy to share some of the spoils with you,” I say quickly. “I could pay you ten percent? Or twenty? Or—”
The billionaire laughs deep in his chest.
“Forgive me,” Rick says immediately. “I shouldn’t have laughed just now, Snowflower, but you know I don’t need more money. Not when I have Tatti and all of this,” he says, gesturing with one hand to the mansion. “But I would like to share in the spoils, and that means enjoying you, sweetheart. I absolutely want to help you film, if that’s what the next step is. Just let me know when and where.”
My heart leaps as my insides go hot and liquid because this is what I want. I want to gift my innocence to the gorgeous billionaire, and smile sweetly at Rick.
“Well, how about now, Daddy? Would this be a good time?”
The flush deepens on his high cheekbones, and his cock jerks visibly in his suit pants. Before he speaks, I already know the answer … because the billionaire and I are finally going to seal the deal.
7
Rick
Oh shit shit shit. Is this really happening? I knew Jenna moved into my house last night, but I couldn’t be home because I had a fucking board meeting that dragged on until midnight. I was present at the goddamn thing with a calm expression, but inside, I was silently cursing everybody at the table. How dare they keep me from my beautiful Snowflower? Didn’t they know I had a gorgeous young thing waiting for me at home, her lips pouty and her cheeks flushed?
But I managed to get away from work at a reasonable time today, only to come home and find Snowflower folding the tiniest, most ridiculous bits of lingerie you’ve ever seen. How does that shit even work? The bras weren’t much more than pasties connected to string, and the thong she was handling was the size of a post-it. Hell, not even a post-it because those can be pretty big. The clit patch was about the size of a quarter, and my cock jerks again as she puts the tiny snip of fabric into her dresser drawer.
“Well, that’s that,” Snowflower says with a smile while getting to her feet. “If you’re ready, then I am too?”
I can’t speak for a moment because she’s a vision, even dressed casually in a t-shirt paired with a denim mini-skirt. Jenna’s big bust strains against the thin cotton fabric, her legs long and golden beneath the hem of her skirt. Her long golden hair is swept over one shoulder, and she’s a vision of angelic innocence. But at the same time, a musky, tangy aroma hits my nostrils, and immediately I know what it is. Snowflower is aroused, and she wants this. She wants to film with me, and she wants my big hands all over her lush curves as she moans breathlessly into my mouth, entangled in my arms.