The Billionaire's Love Web

uildings of Chicago. He stood with his trim, well-manicured hands in the pockets of his pants and overlooked the busy city below. He had jus

new secretary since Leah left, but now, he couldn't push back the task anymo

oking down at the activities on Chicago's main street. He was distraught, and he knew the cause, he knew she was the reason;the fi

YEARS

g to sell' Stefan said to his stockbroker to conclude the meeting they had b

eard the end of it from his mother, who had gone from subtle to shameless in reminding him it was time to settle down. Not like her talks affected him in any way whatso

Her red hair cascaded down to her waist, framing the profile of the face he couldn't yet see from his angle. She looke

so why not start here, he reasoned, as he strode

r immediatel

would you like to

ount of attention because he owned the hotel. He couldn't h

e lifted the glass to h

e lady's having,' he

ed and got right t

d easily believe that she was the most beautifu

perfect shape with a bit of lip gloss lining them, her sharp cheekbones and well accentuated jawlines completed the oval of her face. She had on a tiny st

t on people, but on this fine man in front of her, she oddly wanted him to keep staring. She felt tingl

er face and watched as a smile played across her lips. She knew what he was doing and she was enjoying it. She tilted h

d been right, it was the scotch she was having. They held eye contact for what he thou

she asked in a smooth, si

he replied, and on a mor

f you want, it's annoyi

as relieved when a coy smile

finger under her chin a

thrill of going upsta

Her brand cosmetics had been used and three of her workers who she brought along, had gotten down to transforming the br

ad thought. She had decided to take a walk out of the hotel they were staying in for a bit of the summer air a

ted the Hotêl le Pavillon and what better place to have her glas

tel. She missed them a lot, but she has always been her own person, with a dream of owning her cosmetics brand since she was a little girl. Fortunately, that dream is already a reality and she wasn't even t

ealed excitement in this man's e

she didn't turn away. The soft kiss soon turned into a smothering hot one

space for even the two of them. The parlor was tastefully furnished with custom state-of-the-art furniture and artworks from renowned painters across the world. A

ling white counters and cupboards with modern home applia

to see, but what she wanted to

me of the kitchen door, hands crossed across his

with desire as she slowly walked towards him, and she som

alms got sweaty at his closeness. He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her soft body to his, her hands came to re

presence and an air of someone who got an

wondered how many women would beg to feel his soft lips on theirs while h

aste the scotch she had earlier as he pulled her into his body and kissed her deeper. His broad palms caressed the small of her back, gradually making their way to her trimmed waist. He pulled her closer still

ze and transferred the sa

ed her hold on his neck, returning hi

o pick her up and place her

n her legs and got i

e and he hadn't asked hers either. Maybe that was pa

tranger

ntly bit the lower part of his

desire and an intense longing f

had first had sex with their busty maid when he was eighteen. He had had girl

highs like it was his first sex experience, and he couldn't get enough of the faint hi

in her lips in his, and she

and he traced his fingers alo

s to cup them through her dress and discovered to his happiness that she didn't have a bra

med the expanse of his back through

her eyes to look at him, but he ha

and pleasing kisses to relieve the pain in her neck. She k

eck and slowly made his wa

her moans from getti

r dress and cupped h

inst her at this point, and she twisted

ow moan into the nape of h