Meet Allison, a financial whiz who enjoys her quiet life. She stays behind the scenes and really only shows the depth of her control when she's in the sack. She's about to meet her match, though. Andrew Grayson, THE Andrew Grayson of Grayson Capital has his eye on her. Can a professional woman used to being in control find it in herself to submit to the notorious billionaire or is Andrew Grayson about to learn that not everything he wants is available to him?
In this chapter, Allison wakes to find her best friend is arranging a makeover in preparation for an important meeting at Grayson Capital. As Allison prepares for a day of pampering, she thinks back to the man who took her for a breathtaking introduction to sex that changed the course of her life.
Please note that ALLISON AND THE BILLIONAIRE contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity. In fact, throughout this series you'll find first sex, rough sex, older man/younger woman, first lesbian sex, college sex, rough sex, stranger sex, domination, submission, spanking, bondage, first anal sex, and other explicit content. You should only read this ebook if you're of legal age in your locale and not offended by explicit sexual content.
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I lucked out. It happened with a thirty-four year old man who knew what he was doing. Job Green was a construction worker, and he was renovating the office next to my work. I'd already moved to where I'd go to school and taken a job right away as a receptionist and all around office girl. Job was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life and even though I wasn't sexually active, I was attractive and I knew it. I found myself bringing him drinks throughout the day, coffee in the morning and then cold drinks later. I didn't think of myself as seducing him and when he told me it was his last day there, I didn't really understand why I was so disappointed. At the end of his day, about forty minutes from the end of mine, though, I went next door to say goodbye. He had to unlock the door and once I was in, he locked it again. I was just naïve enough not to really understand what was happening. Oh, if I'd known what my forwardness suggested to him and if I'd known how he would grant me my apparent wishes, I still would have made my way over. I didn't realize it, though. I still thought of it as me losing someone I liked to moon over, as a crush moving away.
Job thought of it as our last opportunity to fuck.
Not to make love.
To fuck.
