Sometimes "taboo" is just another word for fear...
AN OFFER SHE CAN'T REFUSE
When Jessica Browning goes to work on the Friday of her first week back from maternity leave, a mysterious letter holds her fate: a bonus check for $25,000.
That she earned by sleeping with the owner earlier that week and letting him cross lines she never knew could even be crossed.
Crushed, what she had thought was passion turns out to be a business deal -- for her body and her milk. Nervous, she holds on to the check, though cashing it could solve so many problems.
But what if it just makes more?
HE NEEDS SOMETHING SHE HAS
Antonio Bouskos and his lawyer, James, get to the point with Jessica: half a million dollars per year if she becomes Antonio's "personal assistant." His VERY personal...assistant.
The terms are simple: access to her body four times a week. Accompany him internationally as he wants. And a contract for milk that makes her marvel at how seven years of grad school never brought her the income something nature provides could...
While her calculating side knows this is an opportunity she can't pass up, her heart aches for Antonio's attentions to be real. Genuine. Authentic. Can she view this as a business deal or will her softer side let her be hurt?
And what if he feels the same?
As she negotiates for her future, passions flare between Antonio and Jessica...and James, the lawyer? The Billionaire's Milkmaid #2 picks up where the first installment left off and promises a cup that runneth over...and over...and even over Manhattan...
* * *
A taste of The Billionaire's Milkmaid #2:
Four eyes lasered in on her. "This,"
Antonio nudged the check, "was for you to cash."
"How could I cash it not knowing the
conditions? I don't routinely get five-figure bonuses out of the blue
after sleeping with the company owner." Antonio's eyes flashed
with surprise and something darker. She almost regretted her words.
Almost. She was lashing out in confusion and overwhelm and
gave herself a little leeway here. It wasn't every day she found
herself in a situation like this. Being a bitch was the least of her
issues right now.
"You mean strings." Bouskos' lawyer had her
figured out already. She huffed a bit, squared her shoulders, and
realized her breasts were in desperate need of letdown, still full
and expecting their morning pumping. Damn. Hopefully this meeting
would be short and she could get back to - business? As she took a
deep breath a creeping sensation told her there was nothing
resembling business as usual here.
"Yes, strings. $15,000 is a lot of money in
Antonio whirled on James. "I said $25,000!"
James shook his head ruefully. "That's after
taxes and," he shuffled some papers, "Ms. Browning's 401k
contribution." He nodded appreciatively. "Good financial
"I am so glad you approve." She steeled
her voice on purpose, making sure the sarcasm oozed out. Antonio
"Let's get to the point, Jessica. The check
is the first of many," he explained, opening his mouth to continue.
"In return for what?" she asked,
incredulous. Many? Many checks like that? Her mind raced. He wanted
to buy her? Pay her to have sex with him? Give her a check every time
he drank her milk, fucked her, went down in her, had her go down on
him? She wasn't a whore. Not a call girl. Last week had been about
desire, not money. Now he'd gone and ruined it all.
A better woman would have stormed out of the room.
Jessica cringed inside as she realized she wasn't as good as she had
always convinced herself she was.
Besides, the man deserved to be heard.
About Meghan Boehners
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Published October 9, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.