The Naughty Party (My Billionaire Lover)

By Dalia Daudelin

With a fake name and a masquerade mask, Veronica is ready to throw herself at her boss... anonymously.

When a woman calling herself Veronica walks into the swanky masquerade party, she acts like she's anyone other than someone who works for the man running the party.

Her intentions are naughty, but is she saucy enough to see them through? Will she seduce her boss?

What was once a fantasy about her handsome boss can now be a blissful reality.

Using the anonymity of her masquerade mask, she seduces him while the other members of the party watch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Climax Bundles
• Release date: Aug 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310626999

Dalia Daudelin

Dalia Daudelin writes dirty, and she knows that's exactly how you like it.Dalia was rebellious as a teenager, but in a lot of ways she played it safe. While she was running with a bad crowd, she was a prude. All of that changed when she met her business partner and fiance, Michael Meadows.With a few more years behind her and a lot more experience, Dalia is bringing the naughtiest sexual desires to readers. Sure, reading about BDSM might be safer than acting it out, but that just means she can tease you even harder and inflict even more pain on her characters.It's not just BDSM, either. Dalia has written a huge number of books from many of the hottest kinks out there.During her down time, Dalia likes to play video games like Watch_Dogs, Fallout, and Dragon Age. She also enjoys television shows like The X Files, Blacklist, Portlandia and Supernatural. She's a devoted fan of Yume Nikki, and used to run Alternate Reality Games online.She's conspiracy minded and enjoys researching topics such as MKULTRA, Monarch Programming, and the Illuminati.

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The Naughty Party

My Billionaire Lover

Dalia Daudelin

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I watched 30 people enter this huge house without knocking. I studied them to be sure I wouldn't be recognized and thrown out.

So now I stand at the entrance of Jake Corvald's home. Only the storm door blocks my entrance. I hear music wafting through the air like the pleasant scent of baked goods. I pull open the door and take a deep breath.

The walls and carpet are beautiful shades of red and yellow, with rich textures that even look expensive. The television has been moved, a deep indent in the carpet the only evidence of where it once stood. Speakers are installed around the house for a constant stream of music.

When Jake, the owner of the company I work for, bought this house, I helped him design it. All signs of my furniture choices are gone now, though. Maybe it only seems drastic because the house I spent hours designing with him is now covered in the dressings of the masquerade party I wasn't invited to. I only saw him mention it online a week ago.

At first, I wasn't interested. But then naughty memories of watching fidget with his package when he thought I wasn't watching made me reconsider. I had so many dirty fantasies about my boss, and the power he wields over me turns me on so bad. My sexy boss has always been my kinky desire, and when I saw the party mentioned online, I realized this might be the only night I'll have the chance to get what I want.

The night I decided I'd finally seduce my boss, I spent sleepless and exploring my body. I found myself in a constant state of arousal, rubbing my fingers in circles around my nipples and pinching them ever so gently. I couldn't help myself, as I imagined Jake's mouth sinking into my cleft and teasing my clit with his tongue.

So when I say I was desperate to be with him, this is not an exaggeration. Jake is a rich and powerful man, everything I want in a husband. But in the real world, without this mask, I'm nothing. I'm shy, and meek. Without this mask, I'd never do this. I have no blemishes, no birth marks on my body that could be used to identify me. To him, I'll only be the mysterious woman in the mask who seduced him.

A long mirror standing in the hallway allows me to check my outfit. Using my hands, I lift my breasts just a bit, adjusting them for the perfect amount of cleavage. You can see a slight trace of my nipples through the sheer fabric on the top of my dress, which gradually gets filled with a gradient of blue sequins. My mask is white, and shows only my blue lips. Light paint dances around the mask's eyes, with a few jewels on key parts of its face. On the top are long, blue feathers that wiggle as I walk away from the mirror. The last thing I see in the reflection is my leg, poking out just a bit from the long slit in the dress.

I feel my hips swaying. Something about the anonymity, being behind this beautifully painted mask, makes me feel like a seductress. My body naturally acts the part, my stomach sucking in slightly as my hip juts out with each step I take.

As I step into the large living room, I find it without any of the furniture I painstakingly chose for my