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The Billionaire At My Whim

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

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Seven years ago Lana witnessed her neighbor brutally beat his son, Joseph. Fearing for Josephs life she helped him escape, driving him out of town in the dead of night. Now hes back, gorgeous, rich, and powerful, and Lana finds herself drawn toMoreSeven years ago Lana witnessed her neighbor brutally beat his son, Joseph. Fearing for Josephs life she helped him escape, driving him out of town in the dead of night. Now hes back, gorgeous, rich, and powerful, and Lana finds herself drawn to him, but in ways shes never been drawn to a man before. She feels a certain power over him, a pull knowing that he is hers, and Joseph seems to recognize it as well. He is, simply, at her whim.Sneak Peek:I hadnt thought about Joey Purdue in almost six years, and yet here he stood, all six foot four inches of thickly corded muscle. Joey. His sandy brown hair which had always been prone to too much frizzy curl was waved gently back from his face, showing beautiful gray eyes. I marveled at how steadily they captured me, no longer skiddish and timid as they had been in high school. I dont know why but I was shocked to see that there were no bruises or marks on his healthily tanned skin. His full lips quirked into a smile.He was simply oozing sex. And power. That shocked me, the meek boy Id known standing inside this tall and powerful man. I just knew he was capable. Whether it was the firm set of his large raised-on-a-farm shoulders, or the expensive, probably Italian, tailored suit coat on top of designer jeans, he just was confident.“Lana Goodwin,” he said with an alarmingly charming smile. “I didnt expect to see you here.”I blushed. Why did I blush? I have no clue, but I did, bright red and all over my face and down my neck to the top of my breasts as they peaked out of my flirty polka dot apron. Harry, Harry, Harry. I thought, trying to remember my boyfriend, trying to drop the powerful desire to flirt that wrapped me.***Warning: This short story of 14,335 words is a sexy bdsm piece and contains sexually graphic situations. It should be enjoyed by only those 18 and older.***