Filthy Rich
Surprise, Surprise—Two More Guys!
Cocky rich men aren’t my thing.
But damn, his yacht has me second-guessing myself.
Champagne… A quarter-million-dollar master bedroom…
Maybe they are my thing?
He wants me to call him Daddy.
For this kind of luxury, I’ll call him whatever he wants.
He’s got two more hot friends and a naughty camera.
I don’t want to break any of my rules. I’m not that kind of girl.
But I had no idea this would turn me on so much.
I’ve never had more than one.
But I’m in the mood to do whatever they say.
What happens on the yacht, stays on the yacht.
At least that’s what his friends told me…
Should I push my inhibitions to the side tonight?
Why does being bad have to feel soooo good?
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