Magic Fingers : A Stepbrother Romance by Stephanie Brother

Magic Fingers : A Stepbrother Romance by Stephanie Brother

Author:Stephanie Brother [Brother , Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-02-12T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter 13

CAT

The knock came at 3am. We quickly left the hotel, got in a private car, and were transported to a private jet. Once we were settled inside the jet, Ramon’s hand was on my thigh.

“This trip isn't about me.” He whispered in my ear. "It's about you. It's about unleashing all the pleasure possible on you to make up for all the hurt and pain I’ve ever caused you.”

Those words were sweet, but the truth was, if it weren’t for his rejection and the hurt, I wouldn't have had the fuel to pursue a fresh start. I’d have never been determined as fuck to be the hottest version of myself that I could be.

My stomach flipped at the thought of how we connected together. The way his body moved, way his cocked filled me. I could surrender to pleasure in this hideaway all day.

Eighteen hours later, we landed on a private island off of Tahiti. Surely, no one would find us here.

I was excited. Even with all the exotic places being a model awarded and afforded me, I never really got to relax. I hadn't had a real vacation in a year. There was always some meeting, some task, or somewhere else to be. In the modeling world, you struck while the iron was hot.

I felt myself lifting like a balloon. Even in this cringe worthy, life-changing moment, I needed this. I could enjoy this – and I would. The mesmerizing aqua waters sparkled brilliantly under the sun. There was not a Tiki hut or building in sight, save one gorgeous, lavish home fit for the rich and famous.

How had she managed this? And what hot billionaire did she manage to fuck? I tisked my tongue. That little whorey opportunist! I had to give it to her though: she sure worked it in her favor. She had stories - and I mean oodles of stories – of her seductive ways. I told her to write a tell-all book about it one day, of course under a nom de plume.

Opportunist. I promised myself I'd never be one of those women – an opportunist looking for a come-up. That just wasn’t my style.

Yet there he sat. One of the NFL’s biggest names of the year, rumored to be the number one, first round draft pick... If people didn't know of me before, well, they certainly would now. And that shit seemed as opportunistic as it was scary.



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