Cold Hard Cash: A Story of Erotica

By Bebe Wilde

***WARNING!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!***

She's not in love with a stripper. But she's certainly in lust!

After her boyfriend breaks up with her, Myra goes on vacation to Miami with her girlfriends. Once there, she unexpectedly has a fling with a handsome stripper named Cold Hard Cash. She never thinks for a second it will last so she takes advantage of all he has to offer - and he's got quite a lot. However, when she starts to have feelings for him, she finds out that maybe he's not so cold after all.

Cold Hard Cash: A Story of Erotica is about a young woman who falls in love with a stripper in spite of herself. Please keep in mind, however, that this book contains adult situations and language and is intended for a mature audience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Tradition Books
• Release date: Jul 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781938107207

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COLD HARD CASH

A Story of Erotica

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COLD HARD CASH

A Story of Erotica

Bebe Wilde

Abernathy and Monroe

Cold Hard Cash: A Story of Erotica. Copyright © 2022 by Bebe Wilde.

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eBook ISBN–13:  978-1-938107-20-7

eBook ISBN–10:  1-938107-20-9

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

For those who occasionally drop trou.

Cold Hard Cash

His name was Cash. Cold Hard Cash. He was hot and he was hard, most all the time. Good for me, I know.

He was the best looking man I’d ever seen. He was the kind of man most women would kill for, with the body to match. He stood tall and proud and dark and handsome, like a Greek god with abs to match. His black hair was cut short so his gray eyes really stood out and they stared with this intensity that was at once hard to define and impossible to look away from.

And he was mine, mine, mine. Well, at least until I had to catch a plane back home.

Go on, he said and waved his hand at the door. Leave. If you can’t handle it, just leave.

But I didn’t want to leave, not just yet. If I left, I certainly wouldn’t get what I wanted and what I wanted was more sex. He stared at me, looking hurt and a little sad. That was my fault. Well, it was my big mouth’s fault. But I couldn’t do anything about what I’d said. I’d said I was sorry and I wanted to make amends, if only he’d allow me.

Go on, Myra, he said. You need to leave.

I shook my head. Nope, that wasn’t going to happen. I mean, you can’t give a girl super hot sex one night and then take it away from her the next, can you? That would be downright cruel. It would be bordering on inhumane.

Please, he said, looking at me. I don’t want to do this.

I watched him closely. He was taking in my body, my face, thinking about all the wild things we’d done last night. He liked what he saw and what he saw was a young woman full of lust for him. Couldn’t he see that? Didn’t he know how much I wanted him? Did it matter if he did?

He sighed and looked away from me. I didn’t like that. I wanted him to look at me, to see me, to see my tight body, my pretty face, and the blue eyes that longed to meet his. He’d told me I was hot, beautiful even. He said he liked my body and my face. He liked me, how I looked, my personality. He’d run his hands through my dark brown hair and pulled it as he made love to me not too long ago.

I wanted him. I knew he wanted me, too. So, I walked over to him, leaning against the wall, and touched his arm before tiptoeing to whisper in his ear, Do it.

He didn’t respond but I could tell he didn’t really want me to leave; he didn’t really want to never see you again, like he’d said not even a minute before. There was definitely something between us. It was electric and it made me go against my better judgment. But what did good judgment have to do with this? Nothing much. This was about sex. It was about me and him fucking like crazy and…