Rich Stud E-Book

Britney Lovato

• Herausgeber: Alethea Stampley
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Excerpt:  Safe again from the December winds, Frank told the doorman his name. The man checked a clipboard, then made a phone call in discreet whispers. He hung up and nodded at Frank. "You're expected," he said, and he pointed. "That private elevator over there." Frank picked up his overnight case and stepped into the elevator. The door closed and he was gently wafted up to one of the highest penthouses in Manhattan. The sliding door opened but he was faced with yet another door, and that one he found to be locked. When he noticed a button and pushed it, the door began to open almost immediately. One of the prettiest faces he'd ever seen looked around the edge of the door. The girl's brown eyes and hair were soft and rich, her complexion fair. "Frank?" she said. "Frank Winston?" He said yes, and she let him step into a dark foyer. He just had time before the elevator door closed and blocked the light to see how sheer her pink negligee was. "I'm Dawn," she said, smiling. "You're awfully handsome I think I'm going to like you, Frank."

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Rich Stud

Britney Lovato

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

The top was down on the Mercedes as she gunned it eastward along the Connecticut highway, and the afternoon sun flooded down upon those two legs. She had drawn her skirt up until it was clear above her lap, showing every lovely curve of the long stems that went down to the pedals under the dash. She was driving without shoes, which Frank knew to be illegal in some states, probably including Connecticut, but that wouldn't bother Dinah Bentley. Her legs were covered by the sheerest of silk stockings, her bottom by the finest of white lace panties. In between the stockings and the panties were the two lightly tanned columns, naked except for the straps from her garter belt.

Frank hoped to be touching those legs within the next few hours.

With luck, he'd be touching them within the next few minutes.

Dinah turned the automobile southward off the highway. They passed through a business and then a residential area, and soon the land began to look deserted. Before long they would be at Dinah's beach house. None too soon, as far as Frank was concerned. He had waited for this week end for a long time.

"What've you got on your mind, Frank?" Dinah asked, with a smile that indicated that she could make a pretty good guess.

"Your legs," he said.

"How strange! What part of my legs?"

He decided to be bold. Boldness was always best in instances such as this one. He put a hand against the nearer knee, his fingers extending down over the sensitive inner surface.

"This part," he said.

Dinah's smile widened. She kept her eyes straight a-head on the road. "Why that part?" she asked.

"Your legs excite me," he said, and the truth was that he did feel a flush of excitement at the yielding of silk and flesh under his finger tips.