Millionaire Seduction: Instalust Short Story Collection

By Daizy Dennis

A millionaire who enjoys the rewards of a playboy lifestyle.
A successful and powerful entrepreneur who never refuses an opportunity when it presents itself.
Rich men who can have whatever and whoever they want.
They work hard and play hard.
Women fall at their feet and as total gentlemen they aren’t going to let them down.
They’re used to getting things their own way, but love it when women are the boss in the bedroom too.
Strangers, lovers, and surprise encounters in luxury locations. This collection of sizzling seduction stories include extra steam and some happy endings.

Daizy Dennis Books
Delicious Desires
Empowering Erotica

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daizy Dennis
• Release date: Jul 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005817367

Daizy Dennis

? Steamy romance, adult fiction, x-rated fun, erotic short stories NSFW. Consensual, diverse, curvy and age gap billionaire bosses.Warm flash fiction and hotter longer stories. Strong women, confident men, mostly M/F and always a HEA or at least HFN.?

Book preview

1

A HOME WIN

My staff had earned the reward for their commitment. A full day out on me. All expenses paid, including watching the game from a private box. The football match had been a thriller. End to end excitement. Beer flowed, jubilant shouts accompanied the biggest win of the year. I waved them off with generous hugs and promises to do it all again next season.

I turned to walk back out to the large verandah overlooking the near empty ground and almost jumped in surprise at the woman just inches away. She’d obviously thought I was leaving the room, following me a little too closely. When I turned back, I almost knocked her drink from her hand.

Reaching out, instinctively, to stop the drink and her from falling, we ended up holding hands around the glass. One of those ridiculous movie moments, when a shock of electricity passes between you.

Except in this case, we really did.

‘Ouch!’

‘I know, ouch. Must be the carpet!’

We laughed as we shook off the electric shock and I realised I was holding her drink. She reached forward and took the glass, downed its contents in one and grabbed a half empty bottle of champagne from the table.

‘Shame to waste it!’

She swigged a large gulp from the bottle and held it out for me.

Whether it was the buzz from winning the match, the nipples I could now see pressing against her tight top, or just her natural bravado, it, she, felt irresistible.

I took the bottle from her and followed her lead. Champagne leaked down my chin, and she laughed as she wiped my it away, then brushed my lips with her fingers. Long nails scraped along my lip.

Then she brazenly pressed her index finger into my mouth.

Fuck!

What I haven’t told you because, well, why would I? But she’s stunning. Dark brown eyes, hard to read if not for the lush lips and laughter lines that screamed an ability to laugh. They also screamed come on in, what you waiting for. Her curly hair wild and free, as if on cue, she shook her head back, laughing. I wanted nothing more than to tease those curls off her bare shoulders and pin them in my fist. Or maybe just grab her head and press my her lips on to hers. Smudge that russet gloss from highlighting the generous cupid.

I couldn’t help but give the finger in my mouth an exaggerated suck and nibble. It would have been rude not to, right?

She stepped forward, her hand pressed against my crotch. I took another glug of bubbles. Now, I’d usually walk away. I don’t mix business with pleasure.

But I knew this woman. One of my company's accountants. At least she had been until a friend of mine had approached and successfully headhunted her. She was leaving, I guessed, maybe in a week, on good terms.

If we’re being honest, I’d admired her from afar. Bright, fit, ambitious, she’d go far. We often bumped into each other in the gym before work. She looked strong, toned, and always focussed on the job in hand.

And she was hot as fuck. My never mix business with pleasure rule applied, our encounters never had a hint of impropriety, but now she was no longer my employee, well bar a week. She was worth the risk.

When she grabbed my hand, I let her pull me to through the private suite to the very small, very lockable bathroom.

Now I’m a big guy, over six feet, broad and solid. She’s not skinny or short, but in the confined space, I towered over her. The atmosphere jumped up a few notches as she turned and slid the lock.

A beauty vanity-counter ran along