Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend

In a world of veiled identities and forbidden desires, Camille Caldwell, grounded by her billionaire father, finds herself entangled with his enigmatic best friend. What starts as a desperate escape into the anonymity of a club, stripping under the alias 'Jessica,' soon spirals into a dangerously alluring game. Her captivating stage presence catches the eye of a masked stranger, igniting a raw, undeniable connection that blurs the lines between pleasure and control. Forced into the strict confines of Gavriel Donovan's office, Camille must navigate the corporate world while battling the intense, carnal pull towards a man who holds both her professional fate and her deepest, most scandalous cravings in his powerful hands. Will she succumb to the irresistible attraction, or can she escape the gilded cage her father and fate have built around her?

Craving my Dad's Billionaire BestFriend

In a world of veiled identities and forbidden desires, Camille Caldwell, grounded by her billionaire father, finds herself entangled with his enigmatic best friend. What starts as a desperate escape into the anonymity of a club, stripping under the alias 'Jessica,' soon spirals into a dangerously alluring game. Her captivating stage presence catches the eye of a masked stranger, igniting a raw, undeniable connection that blurs the lines between pleasure and control. Forced into the strict confines of Gavriel Donovan's office, Camille must navigate the corporate world while battling the intense, carnal pull towards a man who holds both her professional fate and her deepest, most scandalous cravings in his powerful hands. Will she succumb to the irresistible attraction, or can she escape the gilded cage her father and fate have built around her?

The thumping bass vibrated through my chest, a primal rhythm that matched the frantic beat of my heart. Sweat slicked my skin under the heat of the stage lights, mingling with the scent of cheap perfume and male desire. The crowd chanted, a hungry chorus of masked men, their eyes glued to me, 'Jessica!'

My body moved instinctively, a practiced seduction against the cold pole. Black lace, a second skin, offered just enough to entice, just enough to conceal. My grin was a mask of its own, a silent promise of pleasure for their payment. Tonight, the crowd was large, and the money, much needed.

Just as my fingers grazed the strap of my bra, preparing for the reveal, my gaze snagged on a pair of eyes across the room. He sat apart, a solitary figure in a black mask, his white shirt stretched taut across broad muscles. My breath hitched as he raised a glass of whiskey, the outline of his forearms a powerful distraction. How would those lips feel? Would they claim? Demand? Take? A shiver, both fear and arousal, traced its way down my spine.