Rescued By The Playboy: A Forbidden Romance

By Cassandra Dee

Petunia:

I was just going to dip my toe into the pool, but the warm water was impossible to resist. I submerged myself, letting the soothing waves caress my curves, but then I lost my footing and began to DROWN! Help!

Fortunately, a gorgeous playboy’s on hand to save me. Nico hauls me up, coughing and choking …

… but not before I realize there’s something *rigid* pressed against my thigh.

OMG, it’s so huge!

Is that really his …?

But it is, and soon the billionaire tells me he’ll teach me to swim… by letting me use his special flotation device!

Nico:

It’s laughable because the curvy girl grew up on the Jersey Shore, but has no idea how to even doggy paddle. Petunia’s lucky I was on hand because she could have lost her life if I hadn’t hauled her out of the water, gasping and choking. But soon, the innocent woman’s panting and whining for another reason … because the doggy paddle can feel delicious when you’re stuck tight on my massive oar!

This story is a follow-up to A Baby for the Babysitter. In this tale, Petunia gets involved with a Greek billionaire, but then she discovers that he’s already engaged to another woman. Even more, Nico doesn’t want to stop their “swim lessons,” so how is this going to work? It sounds scandalous, and that’s because this is a tale of secret identities, long-held family drama, and of course, utter filth. Grab your copy to be transported to the Old World where secrets, lies, and total hedonism reign supreme! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Oct 18, 2022

Book preview

1

PETUNIA

Ifrown as I spin around. Then, I strike a few poses like I’m modeling in a fashion show, but this whole thing is ridiculous because my swimsuit is very wrong. The fabric of the skimpy one-piece bathing suit sticks to my skin like glue, and as I raise one hand over my head, it strains to cover a big breast. I frown.

I don’t know, Lark. We’re really pushing the limits with this one, I mutter as my friend looks up.

What’s not to like? my buddy questions, smiling as she brushes out her curly hair. Then, the sassy woman laughs. It’s hot! The solid gold color looks great with your skin tone too.

I frown again, still studying myself.

Yeah, I like the color too, but that’s not the problem, I huff as I tug on the thin material. My boobs are going to pop out at any moment, and not only that, but if I take one wrong step, my va-jay-jay will be completely exposed. That’s not something I need, especially since you know I’m clumsy, so an accident’s almost one hundred percent going to happen.

I turn around again and huff in exasperation. This swimsuit is ridiculous because even a skinny girl’s goods wouldn’t be safely hidden by this thing. The gold fabric barely covers my huge double D breasts, and my nips are visible. Plus, both my cheeks are completely exposed as the bathing suit rides up and really, the only thing covering my anus is a thin strip of glimmering fabric.

But Lark just shrugs and giggles.

Oh, honestly, Petunia, she coos. That one-piece is a too conservative if you ask me. This is Sanctum, after all, so if anything, you need to step it up.

I roll my eyes at her.

Oh really? I ask in a dry tone. Step it up, how?

With this, she giggles, holding out a tiny piece of red cloth. The thing isn’t even bigger than the palm of her tiny hand, and I squint in confusion.

What is that? A Kleenex?

No silly, she rolls her eyes. It’s a bikini, what else? Now try it on, she scolds.

Sighing heavily, I struggle out of my gold swimsuit before holding the red fabric up. Is Lark serious? This thing is nothing but a series of strings with postage-sized scraps of fabric attached. I don’t even know how to get it on, but after some experimentation, I manage to position the squares of fabric where I think they go, and spin around.

Perfect, my friend hums with approval, her eyes taking in my generous figure. Now that’s more like it.

I stare at my reflection with horror. The red color of the suit makes my brown eyes pop, but the whole get-up is utterly ludicrous. The bikini top is nothing but small squares covering my nipples, and the bikini bottom is a tiny patch of fabric that covers my clit. No way am I going out like this.

I can’t wear this! I mutter, already making to take it off. Hell no because this thing is even worse than the one-piece. It only covers my most private bits, and if I even walk, everything’s going to be exposed. Come on, Lark. Get serious. I might as well just be nude.

Lark pshaws and waves her hand at me before shrugging.

Honestly, you’re so conservative sometimes, Petunia. I mean, look at what I’m wearing. You’re practically dressed in an astronaut suit compared to me.

Then, she undoes the ties of her silky pink robe and allows the material to slip off her shoulders. Holy shit. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I look at my friend because Lark’s not even pretending to wear a bikini. The curvy girl’s just got pink flower-shaped pasties over her hard nipples and a special square pasted onto her clit. There are no strings whatsoever. My friend is literally wearing stickers.

Holy shit, I mutter aloud, and Lark giggles as she poses with her legs spread apart to show off the special triangle between her legs.

You like?

I gape at her. Yes, but what is that?

She wiggles her butt a little before grinning again.

It’s a clit cover, what else?

I stare at the tiny pink sticker.

A clit cover? I ask, tilting my head. What is that?

Lark giggles again.

It’s exactly what it sounds like, silly! The patch is made of cloth on one side, and the other side is coated in a very gentle adhesive so that it sticks to you. The adhesive is so gentle, in fact, that when you pull it off, you can’t even feel it. So, it’s perfect for lots of fun.

I stare at the vee between her thighs again.

Yeah, but is it waterproof?

Lark giggles and shimmies her hips again.

I don’t know, but that’s what we’re going to find out.

I shake my head, impressed by her sassiness.

But where in the world did you even find this get-up? I ask. I mean, seriously.

That’s when my friend leans forward conspiratorially and winks.

It’s all from my brain, she whispers while tapping on her temple with a finger. I designed it myself because there’s a need for something like this in the market. Plus, if it’s works in the water, then I’m going to apply for a patent before selling it on Amazon. You’re looking at the next unicorn, girlfriend. I’m going to make billions of dollars from my invention, you’ll see.

I giggle then because I’d love for Lark to get rich selling her clit covers.

Really? Well, what are you going to call it? I ask in a droll tone. I mean, you can’t really just put it online and call it The Clit Cover, right? I mean, you can’t use body parts to name your product.

Lark nods before shrugging her shoulders and grinning mischievously.

I don’t know what the precise rules are, but I have a couple ideas. Maybe ‘Kitty Attack’ or ‘Kitty Kover’? Who knows? I haven’t figured it out yet, but the options are endless, trust me. Plus, these things are going to sell like hot cakes.

I giggle.

Well, I look forward to seeing your product on Amazon, girlfriend. It’s going to be amazing. But now, we better get down to the pool because I hear it’s the place to be. The renovations are fantastic and everyone’s been going down there lately.

Lark giggles.

Yeah, and when the other girls see my swimsuit, they’re going to ask where I got it. You guys are going to be my first customers, she winks.

I giggle again while pulling on a silky cover-up.

Let’s see how it works, I say with a wink. There will probably be a couple guys more than happy to peel your cover off for you as a product demonstration.

Lark merely giggles while she slips into her own robe once more.

You’re probably right, Petunia. To the pool we go!

With that, we leave the women’s locker room and begin our stroll to the Sanctum pool. It’s going to be fun because the club just re-did its basement pool, and it’s utterly luxurious these days.