Play Dirty

Vicki stood in the center of her apartment, trembling slightly and as nervously excited as she could ever remember being. The stunned Pavel, seldom lost for words but now simply dumbstruck by Vicki's lurid suggestion, was still kneeling by the armchair, a position he had only taken as a gesture of respect to gain Vicki's trust. It would be merely the first such gesture; the others would take them both into entirely new, and deliciously intoxicating territory.

"Do you think you can do that?" asked Vicki, her voice catching slightly with the raw exhilaration of taking control and directing her own future.

WARNING: This is a female billionaire romance short story which contains some very steamy love scenes. It is only appropriate for mature readers age 18+.