Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Good fucking slut. Now you can walk around with cum all over you for the rest of the day.”
She’s happy. She’s grateful for it.
I leave her panting on my desk, wondering how many orgasms she had.
Then I walk over to my clothes and put the suit pants on before making myself a drink at the bar.
“So, baby, I have a lot of work to do…” I start to say as she’s fixing her panties.
“Okay. Um, well, call me?” she asks hopefully.
“Sure, no problem.”
She scrawls her digits down on a piece of paper on the desk and then grabs her clothes.
“Where’s the powder room?” she asks.
“Out the door, to the left.”
I don’t need her using my private facilities and thinking she can stay awhile. No, I do have work to do, and I’ll be gone by the time she thinks to come knocking on my door, begging for more.
“Thanks, Finn,” she says, admiring my bare, chiseled torso.
“Bye, Jenyca.”
I watch her leave, half-dressed.
She’s hot, but definitely not the one, and that familiar pang of loneliness hits me again.
It’s been so long since I’ve been in-love. There was a girl who stole my heart when I was in my early 20s. But since then, no one has stolen my interest enough for me to keep them around.
I check my watch and realize I’m late for the annual meeting at Grayson Enterprises. My dad just died, so my brothers and I are meeting for what will hopefully be the last time.
Did I mention I’m a triplet?
Yeah, that’s right, there are three of me. Three times the hotness.
We look virtually alike—and yet that’s as far as the similarity runs.
I think it’s safe to say that I hate my brothers. We have been warring for years, competing and fighting over women.
Now that my dad, John James Grayson, is dead, it’s just me and brothers left to run the business alone. We’ve divided it up into three parts: the high-end phone sex division, which I personally run; the adult modeling business; and the luxury strip clubs.
My dad built the most successful business in the adult entertainment industry, and somehow, I have to get along with my brothers well enough to keep our position secure in the market.
I don’t care how much I hate them; business comes before all else.
And today I have to face them—a thing I’ve been dreading.
We meet once a year at this annual meeting and, to my chagrin, that day’s today.
I call down to confirm that my limousine is waiting outside. Then I put my suit shirt on and jacket and am out the door.
Fucking Grayson brothers’ meeting.
It’s never worth my time.
Chapter 2
Declan
Her thick full lips are straining around my cock as I pump into her. She digs her nails into the side of my hips, and I thrust almost violently, fucking her mouth for all it’s worth. Her long, black hair is strewn carelessly over her shoulder.
Makeup from the shoot is smeared everywhere.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” she says as I pull out and flip her over the couch I use as a prop.
I push her thong down and smack her curvy ass that’s perfect for an adult model.
She’s got the look for sure—big, fake tits and lips to match. Her body’s tight, toned, and tanned. She looks like every model I’ve seen before and, right now, she’s the perfect fuck.
I sink my cock into her dripping wet pussy, and she cries out. I plunge into her deeply and fuck the living daylights out of her.
She’s coming and screaming...and then I open my eyes.
Fucking green light.
I was just remembering last night, and what a nice little fuck I had with one of the newer models.
I drive fast down the streets of New York City. My new Mercedes handles like a dream. It’s black on black on black.
Yes, I’m a fucking billionaire. Yes, I can afford a more expensive car—I can afford anything I want. But I don’t like to draw attention to myself.
A black Mercedes is the perfect car for me.
Chic, understated, and an absolute dream.
That pretty much defines me, especially in bed.
It reminds of the adventure I had last night with...what was her name again? Chrissy? Cressinda?
Something like that.
I remember fondly the way she was moaning for me. I fucked her hard, and I fucked her fast in the back of my studio, and it was so goddamn hot.
She was good...but not so good that I’ll ever call her again. Call me superficial, call me what you will, but I’m looking for something special, something that doesn’t happen every day.
Besides, she knew what she was getting into. She already has a job with me. She’s in it to get more jobs and more of my twelve-inch cock.
The memory of her does nothing to offset my foul mood, though.
It’s the one day a year when I have to see my brothers.