Free What He Wants by Hannah Ford

 
 
    WHAT HE WANTS (WHAT HE WANTS, BOOK
ONE)
    (AN ALPHA BILLIONAIRE EROTIC
ROMANCE)
    by Hannah Ford
    Copyright 2014, Hannah Ford, all
rights reserved.   This book is a
work of fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.   This book
contains sexual situations and explicit language, and is suitable for those
readers over 18.

 
 
 
    Noah

 
    I wanted to fuck her as soon as I saw
her.   That curvy little body was
all tarted up in a tight little black dress, and those nice round tits were
practically spilling out the top.   Her dark hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and she sipped
on a drink, her full pink lips pretty and pouty and just made for sucking my
dick.
    I sat at the bar and watched her for a
while, biding my time.   She was at
some kind of party – bachelorette from what I could tell, and it was
almost enough to put me off the whole idea.   Women at bachelorette parties were a particular kind of
crazy, one I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with.  
    A couple of blonde women at the other end
of the bar were staring at me, and I tried not to encourage them by making eye contact.   Not that it was difficult.   I couldn’t stop staring at that shapely
little vixen on the other side of the room.   Her dress hit just below the knee, and when she turned
around, giving me a view of that gorgeous round ass, my cock got hard.
    I was so transfixed that I didn’t realize
one of the blondes had made her way over to me.
    “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she
tried.   I almost sighed out of
boredom, but that was too rude, even for me.  
    “I doubt it,” I said, although it was
entirely possible that she did know me from somewhere.   Thankfully, I knew I probably hadn’t
slept with her.   She wasn’t my type
– too blonde, too skinny, too much like a Barbie.
    “No, I know I recognize you.”   She motioned to her friend, another
bottled blonde, to come over.   “Alexa, isn’t this Noah Cutler?”  
    Apparently she didn’t think it would make
more sense to just ask me if I was Noah Cutler.   I took a sip of my drink and resisted the urge to roll my
eyes.
    From across the room, I watched as the
curvy bombshell made her way to a table all by herself, peeling herself off
from the rest of the party.  
    “Yes!” the blonde’s friend said.   “You gave that speech at my graduation
last year.   I absolutely loved it.”
    “I’m glad,” I lied.   I didn’t give a shit if she loved my
speech or not.   College was
bullshit, the kind of thing people thought they needed, when really, I hadn’t
learned anything in college that I couldn’t have learned on my own.
    I drained the rest of my drink and
concentrated on the brunette.   She
turned toward me, pushing her hair back from her face, and I was struck again
by her beauty.   She happened to
look up just at that moment, and our eyes met.
    She turned away quickly, embarrassed.
    I had to have her.
    And then, just like that, I saw my
opening.
    Some dickhead guy was making his way over
to her.   Jealousy and
possessiveness flooded me.   She was
mine.   And I was going to make sure
I had her tonight.
    “Excuse me,” I said to the blondes.  
    And then I went to go claim my prize.

 
    Charlotte

 
    I saw the sexy stranger before he saw me.
    He was standing in the corner of the bar,
two beautiful blonde women draped on his arm.   One of the women was bent over, whispering something in his
ear, and when she threw her head back and laughed, he glanced up and met my
eye.  
    I quickly looked away, embarrassed that
he’d caught me staring.   Men like
him – tall, dark hair, full lips, sexy stubble on his ruggedly handsome
face –weren’t interested in women like me.   Besides, I wasn’t here to meet a man.   I was here for a bachelorette party.
    Not that the party was anything to get
too excited about.   I hated parties
as a rule, and bachelorette parties were a particularly