Kinks of a Billionaire

𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙘𝙚 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙄’𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙄’𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧.

I’ve had a crush on my best friend’s older brother for as long as I could remember. His charm and sex appeal could seduce a saint, never mind a sex-crazed woman.

With his cocky grin, those broad shoulders, and that filthy mouth, he was a heartbreaker in a leather jacket. And a leading man in every single one of my naughty fantasies.

The first time I kissed him, we ended up locked in the friend zone forever. Apparently my smooching skills left much to be desired. In my defense, I was too young and inexperienced.

But I grew up and totally got over him.

Until my engagement fell apart and Royce swooped in like a prince charming, saving me.

One tiny problem.

I was falling for him all over again. My lustful imagination, raging hormones and accidental glimpses of Royce’s nakedness weren’t helping. Neither were the rumors of Royce’s kinky tendencies.

But I refuse to be a footnote in Royce’s life. If we were doing this, we’d do it all.

Together, we’d go all the way.