Billionaire Twins (Part 1)

By Erica Storm

Monica Adams wants one thing so bad she can taste it. The chance to become a partner in the large law firm she has been slaving in for two years. She has all the credentials but one, and the one she lacks wasn’t made clear to her by the head of the firm, who is a known womanizer. She doesn’t have to be a brain surgeon to guess what it is—she never slept with him.

When Ross Westlake locks eyes with Monica, he’s wondering how she slipped through his hands without him tasting this brown sugar. He’s always up for a challenge, and he won’t stop until he has her spread eagle across his desk, on his couch, lying in his bed, on the floor, in his limo, and where ever else suits his pleasure.

When Brian Westlake, Ross’s twin brother meets Monica he wants to play with her delectable brown body but he wants to play hard. What will the twins do when they discover they want the same woman? What will Monica do when she learns that there are two of them, and they are ready to ride her hard, and put her up wet?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Sep 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310590078

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

Book preview

Ross Westlake stands and walks from his desk and circles me, stops, and looks down at me gazing up at him. I manage to maintain eye contact although he makes me nervous because he is so damn good-looking. His compelling brilliant blue green eyes catches my brown eyes.

The way he’s gazing at me, and from what I heard about him by way of water cooler gossip, I expect him to ask me to open my mouth where he can check its width, if only to see if his rod would fit. He tilts his head to the side and saunters back to his desk and he faces the Manhattan skyline. Then he swivels around facing me tucking his hands in his pockets.

He opens his spectacular mouth full of white pampered teeth to say, You will stay on here but I don’t think it’s time to make you a non-equity partner. I’m ready to state my case but he interrupts me. You are too young and not seasoned enough, his voice is sexy and filled with innuendos.

What do you mean not seasoned? Does he mean he hasn’t had a chance to get into my panties, and until then, I will be marinating until he’s ready for me.

Chapter 1: Monica

I’m restless and can’t sleep. I’ve been up half the night studying for an interview at Westlake’s law firm. I’ve worked my ass off there for two years trying to fit in but nothing I do will get me a promotion or make me a non-equity partner. I sent in my credentials directly to Ross Westlake and asked for an interview and he has agreed to see me.

I’ve watched the clock enough and it’s time to get up and shower. I suck in a large breath before sitting down for a cup of coffee. My roommate Zoey is still sleeping she worked late at the gallery getting ready for the showing of a client’s paintings. It’s time to have a quiet moment before I meet the notorious bad boy and owner of the firm.

After coffee I’m too wound up to eat and too nervous. This is my chance to make up for all the time I didn’t date and all the time I turned down a date because I had to work on weekends. Tossing away eight years seeking a law degree and then marry someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t help me pay for those years of going to law school was not an option.

Most black men I met, some were prosperous and some were not, but one thing they agreed on. You must be crazy to pay for law school. Don’t you know there are too many lawyers hanging around? If you throw a paper cup in the trash you could hit one. Be a nurse. Now that’s a good profession. I can see myself now as a nurse. Crying for the little children, crying if someone dies, the list goes on and on.

Then someone had another bright idea. Be a teacher. That’s a respectable profession. That it is but I can’t live on the salary especially in New York with apartments renting for three thousand dollars. And that’s with heat in the winter. 

I picked up my satchel, placed my resume and papers in I had been working on all night, and then I headed out to the subway. We lived uptown in Zoey’s mother’s apartment. It had been cheap and the rent was stable as long as no one bothered to check if there were new tenants. Her mother would show her face once a month to give