The Billionaire's Sexy Little Secret: An Erotic Novella Read Online Free Page A

across the bar. Who was this random guy interrupting their date?
    “Yeah,” said David, annoyed. Maybe he needed directions or something?
    “I have to ask,” said Ned. “What was that white stuff you drank earlier?”   By now Marisa was really feeling her first mojito. Because she didn’t drink much anymore, the rum had gone straight to her head. She looked over at the good-looking stranger, then gestured with her finger for him to get closer. When he leaned in, she whispered.
    “That’s my husband’s sexy little secret.” The man looked up at her and she continued. “It makes him, you know, cum—over and over.” Ned felt his heart start pounding.
    “What do you mean, over and over? Like multiple times in the same…night?” He asked, trying to keep his excitement in check.
    “No,” said the woman, leaning in further. “Like multiple times in the same session.” Her eyes got wider. “He cums once, then immediately gets hard again and we keep going. Then he cums again. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to our marriage.” Ned leaned away from the woman, trying to keep his excitement in check. This was the answer he’d been waiting for, sitting right here in front of him. He pulled out his wallet.
    “My name is Ned Demilla,” he said, clearing his throat, “and this is my business card. I am looking for a product that does exactly what you’ve described , and I’m willing to pay. If you let me sample your product, and it works, I will market and sell it of you, and am willing to give you generous share of the profits.”
    “Well, it’s not exactly our product,” said David. “We just found it. We don’t own the company or anything.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” said Ned. “My firm will buy the company and you will still get paid the finder’s fee. I am a successful man-- this could be a very profitable venture for you.” David and Marisa looked at each other for a second.
    “Fine,” said David. “You can try it this one time-- but we are not going to tell you what the product is until we get a contract.” He was surprised at the firmness in his own voice.
    “Done,” said Ned, and they shook on it. David asked for another glass of water from the bar, and this time when he took out the purple container, he turned his back to Ned, hiding it from him. When the powder was mixed in, David handed Ned the glass.
    “I have to warn you, this tastes like shit,” he said. Ned couldn’t have cared less. He held his nose and drank down the liquid, greedily draining the glass to its last drop. “Thanks,” said Ned, feeling a slight tingling sensation in his mouth. “I’ll be in touch,” and he got up and left the bar. Ned walked directly into the hotel and booked himself into the penthouse. He hadn’t been planning on staying the night, but he had a feeling that this night particular night was going to be a special one. As soon as he checked in and got himself up to the room, he put in a call to Jenna. “Jenna, it’s Ned,” he said when she answered. “Cancel your plans tonight.” Jenna had argued for a few minutes, saying that she had a dinner date and a big party to go to and couldn’t possibly meet with Ned. But he knew that the idea of spending an evening with him in the Standard’s penthouse would be too much for her to resist, and by the time he hung up it was all set up. Then Ned emailed Angelo with a very specific shopping list.
    Angelo turned up with a bag full of Ned’s requested items within the hour. After Ned took stock and confirmed he had everything he needed for his evening, he lay down on the California King bed and took a nap. When Jenna knocked on the door at eight-thirty Ned was ready for her. When he was in the shower he’d started to worry that the magic powder from the couple at the bar was just a hoax. Maybe his doctor or one of the partners had set the whole thing up to fuck with him? He shook his head—he was getting paranoid. He opened the door