The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(61)
“Are you asking me to marry you?” I asked him a little confused by his fast spiel of words.
“Yes, I guess I am,” he told me and grinned at me. “Say yes princess, put me out of my misery.”
Throwing my arms around his neck I hugged him tightly and buried my face in his neck. In the last few months I learned how to survive on my own and now I knew I didn't need him to take care of me, but I sure wouldn't mind letting him, if he really wanted too.
“Yes, I'll marry you, but your daughter and I are a packaged deal. And John. He's part of the package too,” I told him.
“It's a girl!?” he asked me grinning and nodded at me, and then his face froze and he looked confused. “Who's John?”
“Well, I sort of named the dog after you,” I told him and then laughed.
“Okay, John too,” he told me, and then started to ask me why I named the dog John. Kissing him, I pulled him upstairs to my bedroom. It had been too long, and I didn't want to talk anymore.
John howled in the hallway that night when he didn't get his normal spot on the bed. Devon finally let him in around two am and John jumped on the end of the bed and curled up, content.
“Blasted dog,” Devon muttered as he crawled back into bed with me.
“Now you know why he's named after your alter ego,” I whispered sleepily against his shoulder.
For once, my entire world felt okay. Everything was in place and while I knew the future could be messy, probably would get messy, for today, it was good.
I could live with good.
Penetrated and Impregnated
A BWWM Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
? Aisha Brooks
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Table Of Contents
Chapter 1: Naomi Meets Carla
Chapter 2: Insecurities
Chapter 3: The Fateful Day at the Gym
Chapter 4: A Night With Ryan
Chapter 5: Pregnant!
Chapter 6: Avoiding the Problem
Chapter 7: Reunited
Chapter 1
Naomi Meets Carla
Naomi rushed out of the cab and into the gargantuan building that housed the offices of the law firm she worked at. She had left work only six hours ago and she was already back, but nobody found this unusual. Naomi hadn’t gotten herself to where she was by taking it easy, she had gotten here through unimaginable hard work and dedication.
Naomi’s inspiring story was well known in the law firm. Born in an extremely poor family, she had worked her way through college as well as law school until finally getting employed by the best firm in New York City within months of graduating, and she had done all of this despite all of the racism she had experienced just because she was black.
In the past four years that she had been working at the law firm, Naomi had soared to the rank of partner with ease, and most of the other lawyers at the firm were in awe of her unparalleled legal knowledge and her formidable presence in the courtroom.
Naomi rushed into her office where the paperwork from last night was still spread across her desk. She was working on a particularly difficult legal case that she was working on. A lot of people seemed to think that Naomi was a bit of a workaholic, because no one could remember the last time she ever went out and enjoyed herself.
One of the people that was concerned about Naomi’s workaholic tendencies was the woman that worked as her secretary, a Latina woman named Carla, who had just walked into Naomi’s office.
“Hey, Naomi!” said Carla brightly. Naomi looked up distractedly and said, “Hey Carla.”
“The guard at the front desk told me that you went home at three in the morning last night,” said Carla, “Yet you’re right back here at work at nine sharp as if it’s just a normal day!”