Free Plush The Prequel: A Billionaire Romance by KB Winters Page B

couldn’t help but peek in on the rooms we passed. Most of the rooms were closed up and I couldn’t see anything. But then, we started to pass a few that had opted to leave the windows open so anyone could see inside. It became pretty obvious which rooms were open for spectators, as there were small clusters of people milling around in front of them.
    In the first one, there were two brunettes, one going down on the other. They were both naked and very shapely. My cock was rock hard with the anticipation of fucking the blonde on my arm, and seeing the glimpses of those two brunettes had me straining to keep control and not throw the blonde up against the wall and take her right in the hallway.
    Apparently, it’s been too long, Brighton, I told myself. It was probably true. I had been far too busy working to have much play time lately. Most days, I stuck to my very rigid routine, one that started before the sun came up and ended well after it went down again—with ninety-nine percent of it spent shut up in my office in downtown LA at the Brighton Enterprises complex.
    The brunette on the receiving end was climaxing—loudly—and I had to pry myself away from stopping any longer. The next room was also open, but far less interesting to me. Some big, meat-head guy and his little blonde spinner fucking like animals.
    The whole thing reminded me of the red-light district in Amsterdam.
    I had to give the club owner props. By the time we got to our room, I was rock hard and ready to go.
    As soon as the door was closed behind us, I hit a switch and dimmed our windows out. I was too high-profile to do anything as stupid as leaving the windows open for the entire world to watch me fuck some chick— even if the idea of it did send a new sense of thrill through me.
    The room was designed much like the rest of the club, gold and white. Luckily, whoever had designed it knew just where to draw the line to keep the whole thing from crossing over into tacky territory. It was actually very elegant.
    I stopped examining the room and turned my attention back to the blonde in front of me. She seemed to be taking in the room and by her slight trembling, I could tell she was more than a little excited.
    Good.
    My eyes raked down the blonde standing in front of me. Her dress was so tight it had the illusion of being painted on her curvy body. Her breasts were almost completely exposed between the two strips that contained them and there were cutouts at the waist, showing off her perfectly tanned skin.
    I couldn’t wait any longer.
     

Chapter Two
     
    “Will you do everything I say?” I asked, dragging my eyes back to hers. Her eyes were wide, almost a little nervous-looking.
    She nodded.
    “Good. Take off your dress,” I instructed, testing her obedience. I’d just met her—barely remembered her name—so I knew I would have to control myself and not do anything that would land me on some gossip site.
    She reached around her back and unzipped the dress. She paused a moment and then shimmied out of it, revealing her entire naked body.
    “No panties?” I asked, a slow smile spreading across my face.
    Just as I’d expected…
    She shook her head and bit her lip, looking a little guilty, like she had just been caught being naughty. My cock throbbed as I watched her. She was tall, especially in her ridiculous heels—those could stay on, I thought to myself—and her body was fit and toned, with nice curves. Her breasts were definitely fake, but they had been nicely done. I had seen much, much worse.
    I had come straight from the office and was still wearing my suit. I’d ditched the tie in the car, but still had my jacket. I peeled it off my shoulders and tossed it onto a chair that was sitting at an angle by the front door. The blonde watched me as I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My cock was pulsing as I stared at the girl, but I took my time undressing, resisting the urge to simply unzip and plunge into her.
    That wasn’t how