Submitting to Her Rich Patrons: Seduced by my Billionaire Bosses, #11

By Sage Reamen

Annabella Ryder is a talented artist who thinks she's gotten her big break when two wealthy, handsome patrons show unexpected interest in her work.

But when they make her an offer of a lifetime, she's faced with a decision she never expected: they'll catapult her to stardom... but only if she agrees to become their personal sex slave!

Annabella is excited by them in ways she's never felt before, but her inexperience makes her cautious. Will she agree to their proposal, and submit to their desire for her?

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage Reamen
• Release date: Jul 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781498916165

Sage Reamen

Sage Reamen is a school teacher with a very naughty hobby. After a long day in the classroom, she uses her erotic stories and romances to live out her secret fantasies by night. Sage knows that fun sex is good sex, and she strives to inject humor and playfulness into steamy situations and red-hot lovemaking. For a walk on her wild side, check out her catalog to find a plethora of great books that will keep you up at night.

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Submitting to her Rich Patrons: Seduced by my Billionaire Bosses (DP Menage Workplace Erotica)

by Sage Reamen

Published by Sage Reamen, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

SUBMITTING TO HER RICH PATRONS: SEDUCED BY MY BILLIONAIRE BOSSES (DP MENAGE WORKPLACE EROTICA)

First edition. July 6, 2013.

Copyright © 2013 Sage Reamen.

Written by Sage Reamen.

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Submitting to her Rich Patrons: Seduced by my Billionaire Bosses (DP Menage Workplace Erotica)

I glanced around the crowd gathered for the art show, eying everyone there with a look of barely-contained terror. I didn’t really know what to think of all this, and even though I tried to appear confident, I was secretly nervous as all hell. It had always been one of my dreams to be featured at a show like this, and now that it had finally come true, I thought I might pass out from the stress at any moment.

It was hard to believe that this was all actually happening. I walked around in a daze, weaving between all the people standing around and mingling. The place was simply teeming with class and money, more than I’d ever experienced before. At every turn I was confronted by thousand-dollar gowns and Armani suits, all of which made my simple, black dress look like a thrift-store piece by comparison. Part of me hoped that I wouldn’t be recognized, but I was pretty sure everyone and their mother could tell from my outfit that I was the starving artist.

I crept over to my exhibit, curious to see what reactions it was eliciting. I’d poured my soul into my work for the past several years, and while I’d never really expected to be picked up for a big event like this, now that I was here, I at least hoped that people got something out of my work. When I walked into the room I was momentarily disappointed; the room was almost empty. But my attention focused on