Babysitting for the Billionaire

By Jemma James

”Finish inside me”

“Hey Jennifer. Listen, I am so sorry to bother you, It’s just that I can’t seem to be able to tie my bowtie tonight. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I really don’t”

It was such a perfect move, I thought to myself afterwards. A way to close the space between us, to share the intimacy of a seemingly mundane interaction. It would bring me up against his body. Hell, I would have to put my arms around his neck to do it. And yet, if anyone saw us it was just a perfectly understandable request, from one adult to another, then it could be explained away in a heartbeat.

It also showed me his vulnerable side. If this was a seduction then it was a very, very clever ploy.

But then, when you are a guy who has taken a business from start up to billion dollar turnover in just five years, you know more than a thing or two about getting what you want.

And what he wants. What we both want, is for him to take me! Right now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alice B Handcock
• Release date: Jun 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463608623

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BABYSITTING FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

A Jemma James Original Publication

© Jemma James 2020

All characters are over 18 and not related by blood or marriage

He is a dream boat!

A billionaire hunk who knows what he wants.

Me… ME!

A slip of a girl, just the babysitter, someone who could never hope to move in his circles, much less end up in his bed.

And yet here we are. Locked in a heady ambrace!

I can taste my pussy on his breath. His hard cock throbbing in my hand, wetting my fingers with his pre cum.

I want him to take me to his bed and eat me out. To shoot his hot cum deep inside me.To fuck me so hard.To take me in every hole.To use me.

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I am really not the sort of girl who does this kind of thing

That’s what I was thinking, as this older man, a guy whose wife trusted me to look after her girls, a man with a fortune in the bank, and a Bentley on the driveway, finished inside me.

Well, I think I was thinking it. To be honest I was too overcome with the emotion of the whole event.

You see, not only had I succeeded in seducing the man of the house. A wonderful older man, a much older and more experienced billionaire, who I wouldn’t have ever imagined would look twice at me, let alone respond so favourably to flirtatious actions that evening. How could I have possibly imagined that he would take me in his arms, kiss me so passionately, suck my nipples, feel my tight and lithe body, and finally take me to his bed. And in my wildest and most sexually explicit dreams, would I ever have thought