Page 544 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I love kissing Teddybear. His kisses were slow and loving and passionate.
But I may have loved kissing Ghostie more. His kisses were demanding and greedy. They were passionate in an entirely different way. Ghostie was always more restrained around me. But every now and then he snapped. He bit down on my lower lip.
“There’s no time,” I said.
He ignored me, tightening his grip on my hips. He was holding me so tightly he’d probably bruise my skin. I loved when he marked me. But this wasn’t the time for such shenanigans.
I booped him on the nose.
He growled at me.
The only thing I liked more than his grunt was his growl. “I’ll reward you later. But first, carry me downstairs. I fear this escape plan is going to be hard on my knees.”
He glared at me.
“Don’t be jealous, Ghostie. I’ll get on my knees for you later.” I mean, I didn’t have a choice. Single Girl Rule #24: No Blue balls allowed. Finish what you start. And I couldn’t wait to let him finish all over my face.
Auction Me - Chapter 5 – My Greatest Invention
Sunday – September 22, 2013
Me and my girls had just taken off our bikini tops to start tanning when the yacht slowed to a stop.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Simon through my earpiece. “Welcome to Roma Island.”
I pulled the cucumbers off my eyes and looked around.
All I saw starboard was an endless expanse of crystal-clear water.
But when I turned to look port…
“Holy shit,” gasped Esme.
“I see why Locatelli Resort and Spa is so popular,” agreed Zoraida.
I nodded. I hated to admit that one of Daddy’s rivals had done a good job, but damn. “Okay, yeah. That’s one of the coolest private islands I’ve ever seen.” And I’d seen a lot of private islands.
“Yes yes,” said Slavanka. “Villa very sexy. Liggy be proud to host orgy there.”
“Liggy?”
“Caligula. Best Roman emperor.” She sounded so sure of herself.
“Wasn’t he an insane dictator?” asked Esme.
Slavanka nodded with a huge smile on her face. “He stern but fair ruler. Just like Stalin! And he like orgy sex.”
“I’m not sure that’s the full story of Caligula,” I said. “But you’re not wrong about the orgies. And you’redefinitelynot wrong when you say that he would have been proud to host an orgy on Roma Island. Just look at that stage!” Actually, calling it a stage hardly did it justice. It was giving me some serious Roman temple vibes with all the columns and marble and statues. But instead of being in the middle of Rome, it was right on a beautiful white-sand beach in the middle of the Caribbean. It was the perfect place for a goddess contest.
“We have orgy on stage?” asked Slavanka.
“No,” I said. “We already went over the plan. We’re gonna take over the goddess contest and…” I paused. “Actually, I’m kind of loving your idea. It’ll take a few last-minute tweaks, but I bet we could swing it.”
Ghostie growled in our ears. “Stick to the plan.”
“Boo,” I said. “You’re just jealous that you won’t be there.”
“Neither will you if you don’t get on those jet skis. The boat from the mainland is arriving in thirty minutes.”
