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**Dear Reader, this is just a quick note to inform you of the rather—naughty nature of the story that follows. If stories with erotic content aren’t your thing, that’s cool. But this story is HAWT. I wanted to warn you before you went any further with our sexy billionaire, Nick. He’s got certain tastes that aren’t for everyone.**
Nick
Aman has needs.
A man like me has many.
But right now, at this moment, my only need was of the primal variety.
The kind you had right down in the very depths of your belly that drove you to do certain things.
Things youcouldtake care of on your own.
But things that were much more fun with a little—assistance.
Of course, like everything else in my world, I paid a high price for the exact, precise kind of help I desired.
I craved the best.
And that was exactly what I demanded.
In all things.
Be it business or pleasure, I had the highest expectations.
A knock on the door ramped up my excitement. I downed the last dregs of my whiskey and rose to my feet.
I had a feeling in my gut this was going to be good. I’d learned years ago to always trust that instinct. Not once had it led me astray.
At the door, I fixed my jacket and did up the button. Clearing my throat, I reached for the door handle.
The sight that greeted me nearly knocked me off my firmly planted feet. The most beautiful blonde I’d ever set eyes on stared up at me with a sweet smile on her face. It was in stark contrast to what she wore.
The short, tight, red dress was anything but innocent.
And those shinny, red stilettos definitely made my cock jump.
“Nick?” she asked, her head slightly tilted to the side.
“If I wasn’t, I sure as hell would be now.” My eyes continued raking over her.
She laughed and set her hand on my arm. “You’re cute. Can I come in? It’s chilly out here.”
Unable to stop myself, I stared at her chest, where I saw two hard nipples making themselves known on her more than ample D cup breasts.
Perfect D’s.
I’d bet my life on it.
“My dear, you can come anywhere you please.” I moved out of the way, sweeping my hand to the side.
Vanilla filled my senses as she strode by me into the center of the room. “First things first, we both need to confirm with Ilona.” She set her larger size purse on the coffee table, bending over in half to dig through it.
Her wavy hair fell into her view and she swept it away, giving me an even better angle to see her breasts.
That was definitely the kind of cleavage men paid big money to spend the night with. And I was paying plenty.
