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His Personal Stripper

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Sam Crescent

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B076Z5HH9R
Book Information:

The moment Jack sees her curvy figure and blonde hair, he knows he wants her. Everyone has a price, he just needs to find out what hers is.

Rachel is completely broke and been out of a job for a long time. She’s nearly homeless when Jack propositions her. Being one of the richest men in the world, he’s used to snapping his fingers and getting what he wants—Rachel knows what he wants. He wants sex, and all kinds of dirty things. How can she deny him? She’s broke. Being whatever Jack wants is the only option.

Jack wants everything. Her company, her body, her heart, her soul, but first, he’ll settle for her stripping for him. He loves watching a woman undress and all he wants is to see Rachel’s lush body revealed to him. But what happens when Jack makes it clear he wants more than just a stripper and a fuck? He wants forever—Rachel as his wife, and to put his baby inside her.

From stripping to sex, can it end in love?

#BBW #HEA #olderman

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Chapter One

Jack Kent had never seen anyone like her, and right now he didn’t like that he drove around the city catching glimpses of her. She’d passed his office over half an hour ago, and he’d never had such an intense reaction to someone without at least knowing them first. Her blonde hair went down to her ass, brushing the rounded curves like the tips of fingers begging for more.

One look at her body and his dick was harder than it had ever been in his life. He wanted her so damn bad. He wanted to fuck her, ride her hard, and to take her.

Being one of the richest men in the world, he always got what he wanted. Everyone had a price, and this woman had hers. He just needed to figure out what it was that would tempt her.

They came to a crossing. The light turned red, making them stop, and just at that point the mystery blonde glanced over her shoulder and he got a good look at her face. The face of an angel.

His desire went through the fucking roof. Full, lush lips that would look so damn good wrapped around his dick. The things he wanted to do to her were sinful. Her body was designed for fucking, and he intended to be the man to do it. His driver followed her all the way toward a very run-down diner.

Jack watched as she went inside, taking a seat near one of the windows. She sat alone for a good ten minutes, and he also noticed that she counted change on the counter.

If she was strapped for cash, then he knew how to get her to belong to him.

“Sir, don’t you want to wait?” his driver asked.

“Stay here, Wallace,” Jack said, climbing out of the car. He stuck out like a sore fucking thumb, but he didn’t care.

At forty years old, Jack knew how to handle himself. It was why he’d become one of the richest men in the world at such a young age.

Entering the diner, he didn’t even wait. As he took a seat in her booth, she looked up and he stared into her very expressive blue gaze.

“Excuse me,” she said. “That seat could be taken.”

He loved the attitude. It turned him on even more.

When she was finally underneath him, he wanted that fire. He’d have her begging for more.

“Then they can find somewhere else to sit.”

She gathered up her change, placing it in her worn purse. He’d buy her anything she wanted. Every single luxury that her heart desired, he’d give her. All she had to do was belong to him.

He liked having pretty things, and she was one of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Her blonde hair glistened like gold, and the blue of her eyes reminded him of the Mediterranean.

When she made to get up, he reached out and captured her arm. She grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I don’t like being touched unless I give permission.”

“One day soon, you’ll give permission.”

“You’re a cocky one.” She pulled her hand away and stared across the table at him. “Who are you?”

“Jack Kent.” He held his hand out, but she didn’t take it.

“You’re not from around here. A suit like that costs more than anyone here makes in a year. What do you want?” she asked.

“I want to know your name.” Once he had her name, he had everything. All he’d need to do was get her information to his private detective.

“My name? That’s all you want?”

“Your real name.”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you think I’m that stupid?” she asked.

He glanced down at her, seeing the worn clothes, recalling the fact she was counting her change. “Tell me, are you desperate for money? Out of a job maybe?”

“What’s it to you?”

“It’s such a hard time to find work. Good, reliable work that pays the bills.” He reached into his jacket pocket. “I’ve got a job in mind for you. I give you this card, and I guarantee you a salary that you’ll not get anywhere else.”

She nibbled her lip. “What kind of salary?”

Jack held his card out. “Let’s say you’d be earning a minimum of a hundred grand every single year.” He dangled the temptation in front of her. “All I require is your name.”

This woman didn’t give in too easily. “You don’t know me. You don’t know if I have a college education or if I’m a high school dropout.”

He smiled.

“Sex?”

Jack stared at her.

“That’s what you want?” she asked. “Sex? You want me to be a whore?”

He shook his head. “Let’s just start with a name. I can promise you that you’ll only be with me. I don’t share what I want.”

“Cut the crap. Tell it to me straight.”

“I want you. It’s that simple. Give me your name, and you can have this card. It’ll be up to you if you decide to take a chance.” He held the card out and stared at her. “If you’re struggling for money, I can make everything go away, including any debt. All you’ve got to do is give me your name, and if you’re ready to take a chance, call the number on the card.”


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