“I’m going to own this woman- body, heart, and fucking soul.” “My dreams are all I’ve got left and I’m not giving them up for anyone.”Ĭreighton quickly realizes how serious she is, and he only wants more. Not even the gorgeous, domineering billionaire. “I want him to tell me what to do, because if he can make me feel this way with nothing but words and a few kisses, I want more.”īut no matter what, Holly’s career is her number one priority, and she won’t let anyone stand in the way of her making it as a country music star. Though Holly is strong and driven, she knows that taking direction from this dominant billionaire would bring on some hot sex. “Do you want to know what I do to naughty girls?” Holly is submissive in bed, to a point, and Creighton is a dirty dominant.
And at the same time, I’ll take every burden that’s been weighting you down, and make them mine.” I don’t want to tame it I just want to guide it. I don’t want a docile little Barbie doll. “Just give me a chance to show you what I mean, Holly. She was strong and independent, but stuck in a hard spot (that’s for sure teehee). Holly knows this, and she likes him, she likes the sex, so why not? She wasn’t using Creighton for his money in any way.
At first, it’s all about wanting to own his little toy. When Holly shows up to respond to the ad, she chooses wisely and realizes that Creighton may be able to help her out of her contract, so she goes along with Creighton’s wishes. After leaving during the night, Creighton wakes up desperate to find her, and places a classified ad that goes viral. After being pushed around one too many times, Holly needs to be a little reckless, and heads to a New York bar on Christmas Eve and has hot and dirty sex with a stranger. But her record company is forcing her to be in a fake relationship with another country star. Beautiful, with the voice of an angel, Holly has escaped the trailer park by winning a country music show. Holly Wix is a budding country music star. Now I’ve had a taste of unicorn pussy-the sweetest, rarest of all pussy-and I need it again. She didn’t leave her name or number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. I’ve just sold 99% of women on going home with me.Īnd guess what? It works for me just fine.īooks talk about sparks flying.
Honestly, I don’t need to say anything else. I’ve got a big dick and an even bigger bank account.
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