Michael's penthouse overlooks the city skyline, glass walls framing diamond lights. Leather sofas sink under us, cool and supple against bare thighs. Common friends introduce Klaus—tall, sharp-suited, eyes devouring my…
The black limousine glides like a shadow over the estate's gravel drive. Leather seats cradle me, cool and supple against my thighs under the little black dress. Too tight, hugging…
Our penthouse crowns the city skyline. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame twinkling lights below. Nearly two years commuting by private rail with Christine. Petite brunette. Her mystery pulls me. No man…
My leather armchair sighs as I slump behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of my elite apartment. Overlooking the manicured private park, Geneviève's mansion gleams opposite. She's insatiable, forcing me to stroke…
The first time I saw her, I was in the private shuttle gliding along the coastal cliffs to the resort. Leather seats creaked softly under me. Exhausted from deal-closing dinners.…
The cold bite of winter slapped my face as I stormed from our penthouse overlooking the Venetian canals. Mardi Gras fever pulsed below, exclusive Carnevale for the elite—private floats, masked…