Bruised 3 (BWWM BDSM Billionaire Romance) by Leslie Fenton

Author:Leslie Fenton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Multicultural, United States, African American, Multicultural & Interracial, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2015-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

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Bruised

Massaging the Billionaire

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He pushed me roughly onto the bed. I bounced back on my ass, skirt billowing. He snarled at me. His piercing blue eyes stared at my brown ones, then examined my body carefully. He loosened his tie. He told me, "Take off all your clothes."

I giggled nervously.

"Is that funny?" he asked, sharply.

"No," I said, wiping the smile off my face. "Sir."

He nodded, brows narrowing as he watched me intently. His hair was greying around the temples. Flecks of salt in his pepper. He had a day's worth of stubble on his square jaw and a muscular body under his three-piece-suit. And God, was he rich. That suit might have cost as much as my monthly salary. Probably more.

"Strip," he commanded, impatiently.

I fired into action. I unbuttoned and peeled off my cardigan. My blouse and bra came away to reveal my large breasts. I used to be shy about my breast size. But that was before I met Hale Rookwood, the white billionaire who was watching me, a young black secretary, shed my clothes.

I met him three months previous. I worked in the secretarial pool, for one of the lower level managers. It was his company, Rookwood Software, and I was low, low, low on the totem pole. I had seen Mr. Rookwood in passing. Entering and leaving the building. Going to a floor much, much higher than mine. But he didn't notice me until a few weeks into my job.

I was filling out an Excel document when Mr. Rookwood came onto the floor with my boss, Gary. I was in shock when I was introduced to him. People that rich and powerful don't seem like regular humans. They seem to walk on a cloud of confidence and privilege everywhere they go.

Mr. Rookwood shook my hand, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jada. And welcome aboard." I just about swooned. And there was something in his eyes, as well. He was too in control to have sneaked a peek at my cleavage, but there was something animalistic and hungry about his handshake, his words, and that look in his eyes.

It was a week after that when it happened. I was working late. The office was deserted except for me, my brown hair frizzy and my eyes heavy. I had been staring at the screen all day and I was trying to get something done before the weekend, but I was starting to go loopy. I was so bored. My mind started to wander to Mr. Rookwood, and his firm handshake and piercing eyes. I'd never been with a white man before. I wondered if it would be different. I imagined how firm his grip on my ass might be.

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