I Want: Everything BWWM Box Set

By Erica Storm

The last thing twenty-four year old Mercedes Cambridge, a medical intern, wants to do before she checks in for her shift at the hospital, is to parade in a stripper costume in front of a bunch of drunken rich white men. But she does it as a favor to her brother.
Tumbling out of a cake, Mercedes locks eyes with an absolutely gorgeous sexy blue eyed man dressed in an expensive suit. She knows before the night is over, he could go further than any man has gone before.

Thirty year old Porter St. Clair is rich, powerful, and arrogant. He wants everything life has to offer, and he wants it now. He’s not content to wait on anything, especially when he sees the stunningly beautiful Mercedes, with her brown skin, long legs, and enticing body pop out of a cake, and fall into his arms. He won’t be satisfied until he has her the way he desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Oct 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311311771

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!

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Chapter 1: Porter

Miss Klein, have Mr. Cambridge come into my office. I don’t know why I agreed to supply the entertainment for this bachelor party," I’m mumbling to myself and pace with my hands tucked in my pockets. I don’t have time for this, and I can’t trust my staff to get a stripper for the party because I don’t present that kind of image to the world. It’s not good to be head of billion dollar companies and sleep with strippers.

In reality nothing is out of bounds for me because what I want I get. Just not in public.

I’m going to pass this responsibility on to Derrick, and if he wants to keep his job, he’d better help me out. He’s one of those Harvard educated egg heads. Even the way he dresses with his bowtie drives me crazy. What’s a white guy to do when he out dresses the white guys.

On the golf course he’s dressed in a yellow sweater and blue checkered pants. If he wasn’t the color he is, I would have thought that he was white. But he’s the best friend I have in the world. The only time we had a problem was when we had a disagreement over a stripper.

I take him out to this strip bar to loosen him up, and tell him to chill and enjoy his life. There is this beautiful blond with the big round ass, big tits, and I want to take her home and fuck her brains out and she chooses Derrick over me. He’s a skinny black dude with a checkered shirt and he wears glasses.

It didn’t bother me because I have three blonds waiting, and here he is taking nothing to bed every night but his Johnson.

I would have worn her out before I dropped her, but she fell in love with Derrick because she was looking for something a little more permanent. So, I let him have her. They started dating and now she’s pregnant. Thinking it was time for him to pay me back, I’ll give him that job of finding a stripper for the bachelor party. After all his girl knows all the strippers around Manhattan who will be willing to make a lot of money for a few hours. They know I’m good for it.

You wanted to see me? He’s standing there with that red checkered bow tie, white shirt and a dark blue suit. I want to take that tie and pull it from around his neck and tell him to wear a tie not something I wouldn’t put on a kid. But I resist the notion.

My man. I walk over to him and put my arm over his shoulder. He looks at my hand because he knows when I say my man that I’m looking for a favor.

No. I’m not doing it. The last woman you had me take home, you called in the middle of the night, and Peaches thought I was running out on her. I tried to explain to her that I was just doing interference for a friend.

What did you want me to do? I say to him making light of the matter. I had two women expecting to meet me for dinner at the same time. I got my calendar all mixed up and that fucking secretary, whom I’m proud to say, is a thing of the past because I fired her ass the next morning.

Whatever it is I’m not doing it, he says turning to look me in the eyes and I drop my arm.

Do you want to keep your job as my accountant? He shook his head yes and I knew I was getting to him. Take a man’s money away from him, and the kind of salary I’m paying Derrick, I knew he could get a matching salary someplace else, but I couldn’t trust anyone with my books, and he knew it. He looked at me and didn’t blink, and I caved. He was as much as an asset to me as I was to him.

How about if I throw in a new office? I said taking my finger from my lip.

Throw in an apartment in that building you own on the east side and I’ll do it, he says to me.

Do you know how much I can sell that for?

Yes. But I just want to rent it for a year.

Why are you squeezing my balls, Derrick?

Because ever since I’ve known you, you have used me to take one girl out while you’re fucking another one. Then I get you out of all kinds of fixes. Like the time one of your fiancées came home and caught one of your girls in bed while you were working.

Are you talking about Lori? She was supposed to be in Paris. No one knew she was flying home so soon.

Do you see what I mean? If she lives with you and that’s her bed shouldn’t she expect to come home and find the bed empty? And to make it worse, you told her that she was my girlfriend. What about the time you had two strippers in bed with you and they started to fight over you. You had me get out of my warm bed with Peaches and stop them before the cops showed up.

What are friends for, Derrick? Since you have presented such a convincing case, I’ll throw in the apartment, but only for a year. You still have to pay rent.

Peaches has been wanting an apartment on the east side. I raise my hand to shake on the deal. He looks at me and pushes my hand down, Now what is it you want me to do this time?

You know I’m over the entertainment for Charles’s bachelor party.

Yes. And I’m in charge of the refreshments. He looks at me.

No. I’m not asking... Derrick frowns because Peaches is six months pregnant.

I don’t want Peaches. I want you to ask her to get one of her friends to come out of the cake and give Charles a lap dance or better yet, enact a scene from FSOG. I read the book and saw the movie twice. Derrick is watching at me.

What? I question because his mouth is open. Girls like that sort of thing.

None that I know.

That’s because you don’t know that many.

Look Porter old buddy, old friend. When he starts that preamble, I know that he’s going to turn me down. But I always get what I want no matter what the price. I can’t ask Peaches anymore favors when it comes to you and her friends. You have dated most of the girls she knows, and the others heard about you, and they don’t want to be bothered. They all know you’re a player. A guy that wants to fuck every woman he sees.

That’s because my friend, I say to him, I haven’t met a woman I can fall in love with. When I see her, I’ll know, and I promise you I will give up all this womanizing. Now how about it?

Don’t make me any promises. I could care less who and how many you fuck. I found the woman I want to be with and I’m not going to subject her to anymore of your bullshit and promising her girlfriends that you will marry them. You must have given away over one million in engagement rings.

My family owns a jewelry store.

That’s your problem. Too much money and...

Too little time to spend it and not enough women to spend it on, I say to him.

You know you are running out of women in this town. You’ve gone through lawyers, secretaries, bankers, cocktail waitresses, strippers, teachers...

I’m sure there are some I haven’t had, I say to him, and hit him on the back. He shakes his head and I know he doesn’t want to do this.

"Be serious, Porter. All your friends are getting married, getting engaged, and living with their significant other and here you are at thirty and still dating. You still act like you were in college. It’s time