The Billionaire’s Hothouse Orchid

By Susan Hart

Note: All sexually active characters are over the age of 18. Synopsis: The Billionaire’s Hothouse Orchid - A billionaire hires a Japanese woman to look after his greenhouses and ends up immediately drawn to both her bed, and her history; which is far more complex than he could have imagined.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Jul 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310772351

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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The Billionaire’s Hothouse Orchid

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2015 Romances With A Bite Press

Note: All sexually active characters are over the age of 18.

Synopsis: The Billionaire’s Hothouse Orchid - A billionaire hires a Japanese woman to look after his greenhouses and ends up immediately drawn to both her bed, and her history; which is far more complex than he could have imagined.

Designer cattle weren’t the only things I bred on my one hundred acre farm. I loved orchids and had a massive greenhouse with many varieties in it, but I was always looking for that perfect hybrid that would do it all for me.

But, I’m not talking about hybrid plants.

I'm talking about women, and their bodies. There’s something about a fresh woman getting pregnant and changes over the months; the way her breasts and belly growing larger and larger and then comes the bonus in the ninth month. After she gives birth, well, it’s something else.

I got restless, just pacing in my greenhouse office as I waited for the new horticulturist to arrive. She was Japanese and fresh out of college. The woman was multi-talented, which meant that I could use her in many ways, which was great because I liked to multi-task myself. She was a supposed expert with orchids, as well as being an experienced cowgirl. As to her other talents, that interview would have to wait until she was in front of me and we were alone.

I heard a noise and when I pulled aside the drape, a taxi was pulling up to my house.

She got out, paid the driver his fare, and grabbed a small suitcase. She headed for my office. I was so nervous that I didn’t know whether to open the door for her or go sit behind my large desk and appear official.

My hand was on the knob as she pushed it open with such power that it knocked me flat on my back.

Throwing aside her suitcase amidst apologies, she tried to help me by pulling and tugging the arm closest to her, but that only served to land her on the floor on top of me. It was a compromising situation if ever I saw one.

Fuck, she had turned me on already and we hadn’t even been formally introduced yet.

I didn’t move. The feel of her athletic body plastered to mine was wonderful. My cock thought so too and had already risen to seek out a new home in a wet pocket of flesh.

She was embarrassed. I could easily tell by the two rosy spots that instantly formed on her lightly tanned skin. We wrestled apart finally, much to my disappointment, but we both remained on the floor.

Ahhh...nice to meet you, I guess. Am I to assume you’re the new horticulturist just in from Japan?

Oh God, I’m so sorry. Are you my boss? she asked, that cute little flush going even deeper into her soul.

I still hadn’t moved yet and neither had she. Her firm breasts prodded me in the chest and I felt that her nipples were hard already. Wait, I thought to myself, it could be from her new excitement, nervousness or the fact that I kept the office air-conditioned which meant it was cold where we were.

I stared down the open neck of her shirt and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see a perfect pair of brown nipples topped her breasts, and they were big nipples, too. I loved large nipples, because they tasted great. When the women were about due to give birth, they were the main event for feeding and large ones made that so much better.

I began to breathe heavily because my libido thought that the woman on top of me was going to have sex. Not that I didn’t want to have sex