Alaska Black Gold (Part 2)

By Erica Storm

Chance Gold:
“I crawled into bed tired and sleepy after long hours of work and had the best sex of my life. Who would believe the dream I had. The terrific sex. Almost real but a dream of course. I could feel the woman’s warm supple body under me and her skin, soft and smooth. I had fantasized about sleeping with a black woman, and that’s probably why my dream was so real to me, down to her silky brown skin and curly dark hair. What I hadn’t counted on was waking up and losing this dream.”
Olivia Grant:
“When I fell into bed, I would never have imagined that I would wake up with Chance Gold, minus my virginity, and maybe pregnant.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Nov 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310370236

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

Don’t tell me this is for me. I know now that this is what you like to do to women, I say to Chance, my voice steady with a whisper. I’m looking down at this handsome, dream of a man, and I’m enjoying the picture.

He stops and looks up at me. I’ve done this many times, but I’ve never enjoyed it until now. Why me? I want to know, but I’m afraid to ask because I don’t want to hear the answer. At least not now when I’m bracing for a mind blowing feeling as his mouth and tongue teases my flesh.

Chapter 1: Chance

I spent all morning and evening at my work location, talking to and checking on the pipeline and scouting out locations for other work related ventures. Had a few drinks with my men, and then I had to drive through snow and the darkness of the Alaskan night to get home to my own bed.

Jackson feels that I should hang out with my men more often but I don’t want to get that familiar. After all, I’m their boss, and I have to maintain a certain distance. Jackson would have me live and sleep with them in their rustic sleeping quarters. There’s no way I would sleep in a small cabin with twenty men.

I don’t like getting familiar with people that work for me. It’s not good business.

With my drive home, all I can think about is my own bed. I finally reach home.

Entering the front door, I see that Jackson has brought in the wood I chopped the day before, and lit the stove in the living area. I sit for a few minutes getting warm, kicking off my boots, peeling off my flannel shirt and pants. I’m tired and sleepy. I trudge to the nearest shower in the hall leading to my room, and the water is hot and streams down my body for a few seconds, it’s too hot and soothing. My eyelids are heavy, and I almost fall asleep. I can’t have that happening to me. It could be dangerous. So I stumble out naked to my bed and climb in.  After wearing flannel shirts and boots every day, I discover it’s freeing to sleep in the nude.

I don’t