If
you ask an author which book is her favorite, she’ll usually say
something like “How can I choose among my children?” Well, I’m
ready to admit that The Gazillionaire and the Virgin might well be my
favorite among all the stories I’ve written. It’s romantic and
hot, emotionally complex, funny... well, I’ll let you judge for
yourself, this Sizzling Sunday.
Blurb
When
Silicon Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky meets reclusive genius
Theo Moore, she finds him strangely compelling. Theo is both arrogant
and socially awkward, but he has an aura of power that speaks to
Rachel’s carefully-hidden submissive side. Disturbed and aroused,
she tries to focus on her original objective—a deal to incorporate
his Artificial Intelligence software into her company’s popular
virtual world. Rachel’s not a woman who lets pleasure interfere
with business, but for some reason, she can’t resist Theo’s geeky
appeal.
Theo
Moore can’t be bought. His past battles with poverty make him
deeply suspicious of the billionaire CEO. Still, with her voluptuous
curves and brilliant mind, Rachel embodies his ultimate sexual
fantasy. Too bad his knowledge about sex derives from extensive
research and a stash of kinky porn rather than real-world experience.
That
doesn’t bother Rachel, however. In his bed—in his arms—in his
bonds—she discovers the bliss of total surrender. Rachel may be
Theo’s first lover, but Theo is Rachel’s first true Master—and
the first man to truly touch her heart. It seems that love may
harmonize their differing goals and values, until Rachel’s
unwitting violation of Theo’s trust threatens to tear them apart
forever.
Excerpt
I
nearly step on her.
“Rachel!
What the—”
She
sits cross-legged on the carpet, half-inside my clothes closet,
wearing one of my dress shirts, unbuttoned, over her nakedness.
Glossy magazines are scattered around her, their covers awash with
female flesh—stripped, blindfolded, gagged, clamped, twisted into
impossible positions, limbs wrapped in rope or leather, scarlet
nipples bulging and sore, eyes full of terror and devotion. One of
the publications lies in her lap, open to the Technicolor image of a
woman strapped to a padded horse, with some anonymous hand buried to
the wrist in her stretched asshole.
Oh
God, no! I want to sink through the floor with shame. At the same
time, my cock is like stone. “Rachel—um—it’s not what you
think…”
She
gazes up at me with a half-smile. “Oh? Really?” Her voice is
mild. She sounds amused rather than shocked as she gestures at the
masses of porn surrounding her. “Are you trying to tell me these
aren’t yours?”
“Well—um—not
exactly…”
“Quite
a collection.” As she rolls onto her hip then rises to a kneel, she
gives me an appraising look. “I’m impressed.”
“You’re
not—not—disgusted?” I’m frozen in place, transfixed by
embarrassment and lust. Her lush breasts jiggle as she approaches,
still on her knees. I’m so hard it hurts.
“Not
at all. This explains quite a lot.” She’s at my feet now, her
chin tilted up so she can meet my eyes. Her tawny nipples peek out
from the gap in my shirt. Coppery curls frame her angel’s face. “I
finally understand, Theo.”
She
purses her lips to blow a stream of hot air over my aching erection.
My dick jerks. I almost come.
“Rachel—please—ah!”
“Mmm…”
she hums around my cock, taking the length down her throat, just like
the girls in my videos. I forget to be embarrassed. I forget I need a
shower. Everything slips away except the juicy warmth of her mouth,
the dance of her tongue, the unrelenting suction she applies as she
bobs up and down on my shaft.
Oh
my God! It’s almost too intense. I close my eyes at first,
focusing on the unbelievable sensations. Soon, though, I have to
look—it’s just so perfect. Rachel Zelinksy is on her knees!
Sucking me like some eager Internet slut. She’s even got her hands
clasped behind her back as she leans in to swallow me, as if I’d
cuffed her.
Does
she know what she’s doing to me? Is this part of her plan? I don’t
care. I weave my fingers into her unruly hair and take over, using
her mouth to get myself off. Almost immediately, she surrenders. Her
lips go slack, stretching to accommodate me, and her jaw relaxes to
accept my thrusts. She gags when I push deeper, but when I back off,
she follows, burying her nose in my crotch. She wants this. She wants
me to fuck her face as if I own her. I’ve never been surer of
anything in my life.
That
knowledge is the detonator. I shudder and explode, flooding her mouth
with cum. Her muscles work around my cock as she swallows, triggering
another burst. Poor Rachel tries hard, but she can’t keep up with
me. As I pull out, semen spills out between her swollen lips to
dribble down her chin. Porn-inspired, I aim my still-spurting dick at
her glorious tits, painting them with streaks of white.
When
I’m finally finished, I collapse to my knees and take her in my
arms, smearing my own chest with cum. “Oh, Rachel…” I don’t
know what to say. Thank you? I’m sorry? I just kiss her,
deep and hard, hoping she’ll understand. The chalky bitterness of
my ejaculate overwhelms her usual flavor. Somehow that doesn’t
bother me.
She
snuggles against me, offering up her mouth. Her nipples are like tiny
stones trapped between us. Fresh pussy-scent rises from between her
thighs. Guilt washes over me at this evidence of her unquenched
arousal. When I wriggle a finger into her soaked cleft, however, she
twists away.
“Wait—not
now, Theo.”
“Huh?
But you didn’t come…”
A
mischievous grin lights her face. “If we’re keeping score, I’m
way ahead of you.”
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