PAPER DREAMS by KJ Lewis
Release Day: May 1st
Time is not my friend. With every tick of the clock, my options wane. Winning a lunch meeting with the CEO was supposed to be the answer to all of my problems. After all, Nixon Ballard is known for taking a bit of money and turning it into a lot. But his easy dismissal of my financial struggle took what I hoped would be a quick solution and turned it into my only option. An option to provide for those who matter most. An option that lays everything on the line. This was meant to be a sacrifice, but quickly became the escape I really need.
The old adage is true… time is money. Which makes it one of my most precious commodities. Starting my company ten years ago, I quickly understood that success is garnered from milking every moment of the one thousand four hundred and forty minutes each day has to offer. Every meeting, conference call, and agenda item is carefully orchestrated like an elaborate meal. Each course perfectly timed and curated, building to the grand dessert- my weekly scheduled evening with a hired beauty.
Ninety minutes with no expectations, other than mutual pleasure.
Ninety minutes where no one knows who I am.
Today was meant to be the same. Until it wasn’t.
I leave Howard with another regular to argue over who is the best shortstop in the National League and make a quick stop by the hotel room where I will meet Mandy later. I pull a black silk eye mask from the dresser and place it in the middle of the bed with a note written on the hotel stationery: “I want you in nothing but this, in the center of the bed, hands inside the cuffs, legs spread.”
My dick stirs as I clip the fur-lined handcuffs to the headboard. It’s always on board, but I find that, tonight, so am I. My usual M.O. is fuck and leave, but I’m hoping that a little extra time with Mandy and her delectable pussy kicks me out of this lackadaisical funk.
I call for dinner to be sent up while I shower. I practically swallow the steak in two pieces in my haste to get the evening started. I can’t believe I’m running late. Me! I’m as fastidious with my personal time as I am with my work time, so running late has me a bit off kilter. I don’t wait for the elevator, opting, instead for a nearby stairwell. I enter the suite, shoving the key card into the back pocket of my jeans. I open my mouth to apologize to Mandy for the wait when my feet stop dead in their tracks, because there, spread out on my bed, is Natalie.
About the Author
KJ is a novelist, hot tamale-addict, and an abolisher of grammar. When not writing, you can find her reading at the beach, exploring New York City, or hanging out in her hometown of Memphis, TN. She started hitting Amazon’s top 100 lists with her first novel, Taylor Made, in 2016. She is currently working on the next installment in the Sunday Love Series.
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