Mine To Possess Box Set

By Erica Storm

Andrea Hawthorne has lost her teaching scholarship and she’s looking to make some money to stay in school. Her rich friend Susan makes her a proposition: “seduce and make love to my father, and I’ll pay your tuition for one year.”
Andrea discovers it will take more than gazing at her body in a bikini to heat up a man whose fire hasn’t been lit in years. And although he’s handsome, sexy, and gorgeous with a body to match, she can’t stand him.

Robert Belgrave devotes his life to his daughter Susan because he was just a teen when she was born, and he raised her alone after her mother died. When Susan brings Andrea, a college friend home, he is attracted to Angela in the worse way, but everything he says to her rubs her the wrong way.
When Robert and Andrea come together, will the fire they create rage white hot, and burn San Francisco down?
Robert Belgrave thinks he has found the woman he can give his attention to and he’s falling in love with her, but he thinks she doesn’t share his passion. Andrea manages to breathe life into his body and now he feels alive and sex is constantly on his mind, and his romantic affection is focused on Andrea, but she wants to break away from him.
Will Robert and Andrea own up to their crazy desire for each other before the truth threatens to ruin the passion they hold for each other?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Sep 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311981998

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

Chapter 1: Andrea

I graduated high school with a scholarship to the University of California Berkeley and that’s where I met my best friend, Susan Belgrave. She’s a pretty blond about five feet two and a size zero, with a great sense of humor, and she recognized how unprepared I was my first year on campus.

In jeopardy of losing my scholarship, I turned to her for help and she did the best she could to tutor me. I had no ear for foreign languages and in a few days I had to pass a test that I knew would signal the end of my scholarship, and the end of my time at this university.

Susan spoke fluent Spanish and I couldn’t speak it to save my life. I did manage a few phrases, but not enough to stand before a class with a professor who thought Spanish should be the state language. I was hopeless and if I didn’t pass my finals, I would have to get a job just to get my passage back to Texas. Whoever heard of a Texan not speaking Spanish? Professor Hernandez said in Spanish to me as I pleaded with him to give me more time.

Walking out of the lab, I see Susan chatting with her boyfriend Carlos who happens to be from Mexico. How did you do? She asked after taking a breather from kissing Carlos. He pulled her close to him as if a bed was near and they could fall into it.

I flunked the course. But I wasn’t sure she heard me with Carlos almost swallowing her tongue. Susan pushed him away from her, and he stomped off, not before slapping her on the butt because he couldn’t get his way. I never knew who controlled whom. The hot Spaniard or Susan with the cool no nonsense appearance.

Don’t be so pessimistic. You have no right to be. You have a great family and there’s no pressure on you, unlike me. You have room to fail, she said with a sigh. Susan had told me her story. That of having a young father and her mother dying early of cancer. Her father having to raise her when he was only eighteen. He had sent her to live with his parents until he graduated from college and she had lived with him ever since both grandparents died.

But she was sent off to boarding schools and proceeded to get in trouble and rebel against him.

If I lose this scholarship, I will have to pay for college, and I can’t afford to stay here or go back home, I said to Susan and lowered my head unable to decide what to do next. 

Susan put her arms around me and I wiped away a tear pooling in my eyes. I want to stay in San Francisco and I want to graduate from college.

I tell you what, Susan says with a glow in her eyes. She looks at me with a curious and thoughtful glance and a secretive smile. You can come home with me. My father is rich and he can give you a job. I’m going to Mexico to meet Carlos and his family, and I don’t want my father to know or check on me. You can distract him for me.

I don’t know. How can I distract him? I question, and I see her eyes shift around and her mind is working.

It will turn out fine, don’t worry, I’ll help you and you can help me.

Do you think it will work, me distracting him and with what?

Sure. All you need to do is muddy the waters when he discovers I’m not where he thinks I am. Muddy the waters could mean anything, I think. I’m looking at her more confused than ever.

It may not be easy with a man of his age. What do I know about distracting a well-educated thirty-something man? What would I talk about with him? I say to her.

My father is a rich, good looking man, and he works all the time. He hasn’t dated a woman or a young woman since he was eighteen. And I doubt if he slept with one since then. I don’t know how he could fit a woman in given his work and travel schedule. And when he’s not working, he’s dealing with me and I’ve been a handful, she says smiling.

He’s been trying to keep me out of trouble since he was a young father. He thinks he owes it to me not to marry anyone. Hell, he’s thirty-six, he should be getting some. I’m not going to spend my life being just his daughter.

And you want me to do what? I say to her as she whispers in my ear, the F word, to keep the students standing near us from hearing her.

I act as if I’m slow, and I don’t know what she’s talking about.

I don’t think I can do it. She glances at me with a tight smile and tilts her head to the side.

You’re a woman, you’re hot and you’re young. Carlos said if he wasn’t with me, he would have tapped you when he first saw you. I roll my eyes. Carlos? Not in a million years. He wasn’t my type. I try to reason with Susan but she’s desperate to get some freedom from her controlling domineering father.

She would throw me and her father under a bus with him lying on top of me, as the bus rolled over us, just to be with Carlos. 

He’s too matured for me to distract him with you know what, I say to her. What you want me to do is use my womanly wilds. Well, I don’t have any. I’m still a virgin, and if he wants to kiss me, I kiss like a girl, not a woman. He’s just too old to be seduced.

You can learn how to kiss. I bet he can teach you. Trust me. I know my father and he’s the right age to fall for a young hot woman who has never been plucked. Susan is surprising me every day. Her vocabulary is expanding in the wrong direction.

I want to understand this properly. Are you saying you want me to sleep with your father? I question over and over because something hasn’t sunk into my brains.

If I may say myself, my father is hot. You know how many women would kill to get in his pants. You just have to do this for a few months. We will iron out all the details later. It’s worth it to you. Being a virgin hasn’t gotten you anything. Think about it, no college debt. You may not have to sleep with him. Just the sight of your young body is a distraction. You can just parade around the house in some daisy duke shorts.

Some what?

You know. Short shorts. You will know what to do and how far to go when the time comes. I just need to know if you are on board.

I guess so, I said reluctantly.

Good.

Chapter 2: Andrea

Just as I predicted, I lost my scholarship, and I headed home with Susan. We drove up in Susan’s red Porsche her father had given her as a birthday present. Susan was level headed most times but when it came to Carlos she appeared willing to do anything. She let Carlos drive her car to meet with friends on Saturdays. She would only drive it home during semester break and her controlling father would check the mileage. He held a tight rein on her but not tight enough.

It appears a lot slipped through the cracks.

When I was studying all night for tests I was sure to flunk, she was sleeping with her boyfriend and passing every test the next morning.

We pull up to the mansion and park in a driveway that a small plane could