A Billion Desires: The Rosetti Crime Family, #1

By Jessa York

Nick

A man like me has certain tastes.

And needs.

I'll pay top dollar for whatever I'm craving.

No price is too high if it means I get what I want.

What I desire.

Until one day when a certain blonde walks in and turns my life upside down.

All I need is one month to get her out of my system forever.

At least that's what I hope.

Cherry

Lying on my back for rich guys is not my idea of a dream job.

Ever since my world imploded, I've had to do what I've had to do.

I'm not proud of it.

But I'm a survivor. I'll do whatever it takes.

Until I lay eyes on my billionaire client, Nick.

The things he does to me—and the way he makes me feel, blows my mind and shakes my reality.

When he asks for one month of exclusivity—I can't say no.

My head tells me I can keep it professional.

My heart isn't so sure.

After all, it's just another job.

Right?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessa York
• Release date: Oct 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201002909

Book preview

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**Dear Reader, this is just a quick note to inform you of the rather—naughty nature of the story that follows. If stories with erotic content aren’t your thing, that’s cool. But this story is HAWT. I wanted to warn you before you went any further with our sexy billionaire, Nick. He’s got certain tastes that aren’t for everyone.**

Nick

Aman has needs.

A man like me has many.

But right now, at this moment, my only need was of the primal variety.

The kind you had right down in the very depths of your belly that drove you to do certain things.

Things you could take care of on your own.

But things that were much more fun with a little—assistance.

Of course, like everything else in my world, I paid a high price for the exact, precise kind of help I desired.

I craved the best.

And that was exactly what I demanded.

In all things.

Be it business or pleasure, I had the highest expectations.

A knock on the door ramped up my excitement. I downed the last dregs of my whiskey and rose to my feet.

I had a feeling in my gut this was going to be good. I’d learned years ago to always trust that instinct. Not once had it led me astray.

At the door, I fixed my jacket and did up the button. Clearing my throat, I reached for the door handle.

The sight that greeted me nearly knocked me off my firmly planted feet. The most beautiful blonde I’d ever set eyes on stared up at me with a sweet smile on her face. It was in stark contrast to what she wore.

The short, tight, red dress was anything but innocent.

And those shinny, red stilettos definitely made my cock jump.

Nick? she asked, her head slightly tilted to the side.

If I wasn’t, I sure as hell would be now. My eyes continued raking over her.

She laughed and set her hand on my arm. You’re cute. Can I come in? It’s chilly out here.

Unable to stop myself, I stared at her chest, where I saw two hard nipples making themselves known on her more than ample D cup breasts.

Perfect D’s.

I’d bet my life on it.

My dear, you can come anywhere you please. I moved out of the way, sweeping my hand to the side.

Vanilla filled my senses as she strode by me into the center of the room. First things first, we both need to confirm with Ilona. She set her larger size purse on the coffee table, bending over in half to dig through it.

Her wavy hair fell into her view and she swept it away, giving me an even better angle to see her breasts.

That was definitely the kind of cleavage men paid big money to spend the night with. And I was paying plenty.

I slipped my phone out and went through the motions of what was required of me. This wasn’t the first time I’d used the agency. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Her phone bleeped, then she powered it off and set it back in her purse. My name’s Cherry, she said, straightening up and needlessly pulling the bottom of her hem down.

It’s not, though, is it?

Her face lost that smile for an imperceptible moment before it was back again. It is, Nick. But you can call me whatever you want.

I reached for my wallet and opened it up. I want to call you by your real name. Can you do that for me? Please? While I walked toward her, I pulled out a large bill and dropped it on the table beside her purse.

Those bright, sparkling, eyes gazed down at it briefly. My name’s Cherry.

Ah, a game. I liked games.

I sat down on the plush couch, her eyes following my every move. I like your tenacity. What I’d really like is your name. Then I added two more large bills to the pile.

This time, she bit her lip, and I knew that resolve was being tested. Nick, with all due respect, my name is Cherry. One hand went to her hip.

The smile that overtook my face surprised me. I added three more bills to the stack. I want your real name. It’s not that big of a deal.

The stricken look she gave me made my heart clench.

Which also surprised me since I didn’t think I had one. Even still, I set more money down. Going to ask you one more time. Then all this, I said, tapping the pile of green with my finger, goes away. Now think hard and see if this jogs your memory at all.

Five more bills.

Not so much as a flinch.

Oh, this one was going to be fun to break.

Because I admire the fact that you didn’t throw out a bogus name, I’m giving you one last shot. I placed an obscene amount down as I kept my eyes on her.

Not even a peep.

Unbelievable.

Too bad, I said, scooping up the cash and folding it before I stuffed it back in my wallet. Something tells me you could have used it.

That something was the fact that a woman as gorgeous as her was working as a high priced call girl instead of doing—anything else. Beautiful people like her normally had options the rest of the plain Jane’s in the world didn’t.

So, whatever ‘Cherry’s’ reasons were for being here had to be strong ones.

And for some unknown reason, I wanted to know what they were.

I’d pay just about anything to have her sit down beside me and tell me exactly what in her life had led her to this point.

Meeting a client in a hotel suite for paid sex.

The really infuriating part of this—besides the fact that I was giving thought to someone else’s life and feelings—was that I couldn’t get her to tell me her real name.

If I couldn’t even do that, then what hope did I have of her telling me anything of real substance?

Zero.

Nada.

Zilch.

I didn’t often lose, but when I did, I gave up the ghost fairly quickly. No sense in beating a dead horse and looking like a whiney asshole.

Timing was everything and right now was not the time to question this goddess about her life choices.

A renewed—likely well-practiced—softness returned to her face. What would you like to start with, Nick? she asked in a breathy tone that woke my cock back up.

Those plump, red lips of hers drew my rapt attention. "First, I’d like you to remove your dress—Cherry." I added with a smirk.

She took a few steps back, turned around, and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. The sides gaped open, revealing a lacy, red bra.

Nice.

I shifted in my seat and adjusted my ever-growing problem.

Next, she let one strap slip off her shoulder. Then the other one. Soon, the whole slinky dress was on the floor, and she stepped out of it. As she spun around, I had to sit back on the couch as I heard a small groan exit my throat.

Exquisite, I said, my eyes burning into her while I absorbed her beauty.

Flawless.

My mouth watered and I had to take a minute before I said another word.

If I tried to speak right now, I was certain only a garbled mess would come out.

Do you like the red? I chose it just for you, she said, licking her lips. Lips that I needed on me right now. Even if she just stood there—exactly as she was—there was a serious danger I’d come directly in my pants.

You chose well, darling, I said, attempting to gather my senses. Her bra was filled to bursting and nothing would make me happier than to have her take it off and show me exactly what was beneath.

Her red garter belt held up her stockings, but it was her tiny thong that caught my attention now. Spin around slowly for me, please, I said, twirling my index finger in the air.

Of course, she did what she was told in the most seductively, smooth turn. On her second time around, I said, Stop, when her ass came into full view again.

Christ.

It was like two perfectly round melons.

My fingers ached to touch her.

Not quite as badly as my balls currently ached, though.

I felt like I was thirteen again, passing by a women’s lingerie store for the first time. Something new inside of me formed a deep, growing hunger that I hadn’t felt before.

Bend over now, Cherry. Please.

The visual before me could not possibly be real.

She bent over, running her red-tipped fingers over her ass cheeks—touching herself exactly how I wanted to. Spread them apart, I asked, and without hesitation, she did what she was told. The best part was when she hooked her thong and moved it out of the way—leaving her ass and glistening pussy lips on full display.

I took a deep breath and licked my lips before I swallowed audibly. You’re listening quite nicely. That pleases me. My voice sounded strong and authoritative. Not at all how I felt right now.

Anything to please you, Nick, she said, her soft, melodic, gentle voice heading straight to my dick.

Turn back around, please.

She unfolded herself and turned around, shaking her hair back behind her shoulders.

Touch your breasts for me. Both hands, please.

Her fingers glided up her sides, then teasingly circled the huge mounds on her chest. My cock jumped, further complaining about his confinement. She ran her fingers over her nipples, and the way she did it—Christ, I wanted to storm right up to her and bend her over the bed.

Harder, Cherry.

Her eyes never left mine as she began squeezing her tits in the most erotic fashion. That’s right, just like that. Now take off that delightful bra, my dear. Let’s see what you’re hiding underneath all that lace.

Those hands bent behind her back and soon her bra went slack, likely relieved to finally be off duty. She pulled the material down her arms, letting it fall to the floor. She straightened her shoulders, making my mouth water once again as I admired her perfect, pert tits.

My eyes zeroed in on the hardened nubs, and I wanted nothing more than to suck and then bite down gently on each one until she moaned. Continue touching your gorgeous breasts, please.

Again, she returned her hands to her chest, palming each one, then continuing to touch herself like before.

Such a good listener.

That would come in handy.

Speaking of hands, I said, One hand on that wet pussy of yours, please. And rub. Her eyes widened as though she were surprised at my request. But she did what she was told.

I could tell by the way she moved her hand on that tiny, lacy, red triangle, that she was doing it for my benefit. Not for hers. And that pissed me off.

I wasn’t sure exactly why it did. But it did. I wanted her to feel what I was feeling.

Turned the hell on.

Cherry, that’s lovely. But please, touch yourself the way you do when you’re alone in your bed.

Her gaze fell to the floor before looking back at me. Then her fingers started a methodical, beautiful rhythm as her eyes became hooded and her breathing quickened.

The way she touched her breast changed as well. She captured her nipple between her fingers and squeezed in a steady pace.

This woman was the picture of erotic desire.

Soon, her red panties showed a wet spot that I’d been waiting for. She was truly aroused now. Not just faking it for my benefit.

That is beautiful, my dear. Exactly what I wanted. You may stop now and walk over here to me, I ordered in a low, almost predatory tone.

A little wobbly, she made her way over to me, her breasts bouncing with each step. The agreement stated you allow spanking play?

Yes, Nick. Do you want to spank me?

Oh, my dear, do I ever, I nearly growled at her as her pupils seemed to dilate before my eyes. There is no safe word. If you wish me to stop, simply say, ‘Stop’. Do you understand? I’m not a monster, I just like what I like.

And what I’d really like was to see her ass nice and pink under my palm.

Yes, Nick. She nodded.

I patted my legs. Over my lap. Ass in the air.

Again, she didn’t hesitate, but laid directly over my thighs. Her vanilla scent wafted up my nose, making me even hungrier. I’m going to touch you now. Is that all right?

Yes, Nick.

I set one hand on her lower back, and the other one rubbed each ass cheek with the reverence I was feeling inside. Beautiful. You are simply too much, I said, admiring the fleshy, soft globes in front of me, pressing my fingers into the soft, supple flesh.

I’m going to start with small slaps. If something hurts, I want you to let me know immediately. Do you understand? If it hurts more than it pleasures, then I want you to tell me. Am I clear?

Yes, Nick, I understand. I’m ready.

I don’t think I’d ever heard more beautiful words spoken. My hand circled the bottom of one cheek, then slapped. Immediately, the skin beneath turned pink. Lovely. Was that okay?

Her head nodded, then I struck again, then again, careful not to hit the same place too often. Breathy moans started filling the air, making my cock impossibly hard. Are you wet? I asked unnecessarily. The smell of her heady musk gave her likely situation away without me even looking.

Yes, Nick.

I’m going to check you now. I want to see how wet and hot your pussy is. Her legs parted without me having to ask. Good girl, that pleases me. I squeezed her pink ass before I moved her thong over to the side. Letting my middle finger dip lower until I felt her slick juices, I nearly hissed at the sensation it caused throughout my body—to know that I was the cause of this.

She was so ready for me.

A light sigh came out of her, and she took a deep breath each time I shoved my finger back inside.

Responsive as hell.

You did well, my sweet. I rubbed her back then tapped her ass, signalling it was time to get up. She slid into a kneeling position beside me. My eyes traveled over her flushed face, her eyes still half open, looking every bit the picture of need.

And want.

Her hands sat obediently on her thighs as she awaited my next request.

Unmoving.

Except for her chest moving up and down quickly.

Your lips are so full and arousing. I would like to see them wrapped around my cock. Would you like to do that, Cherry? I asked, my hand stroking her cheek, then moving into her thick, soft, hair.

Yes, Nick. Where would you like me? she asked, leaning her head into my touch and nearly purring for me.

On your knees, darling. But first, you’ll have to undress me.

A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. She helped me off with my suit jacket, setting it carefully on

Reviews for A Billion Desires

[May John · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

3.5 for me
The story started kinda good for a steamy romance novel but I didn't like the fact that we had a different personality for the male character towards the middle of the book— I mean this was someone whom couldn't wait for just a few days for Cherry, couldn't even have hard-on for other ladies, suddenly patient and doesn't want to touch her because he's so patient and wants to get to know her more. I get it the author wanted to develop their romance but if you're gonna change a main character personality from being virtually possessive and someone who lacks control and emotionally unavailable at the snap of a finger to someone who's very patient, very loving and suddenly emotionally available there should be a lucid reason for that and there was nothing tangible here.
Also the 'I don't need your help or money but I can open my legs for you' is tiring and even more stupid and annoying because why in the hell is she an escort if she has that much pride.
Apart from that a good read but not exceptional