Sex Drive (billionaire blindfolded limo sex erotica) (ePub)

Sexy billionaire Eric Parker is June's last hope. The charity that she works for is in the red, and she's already exhausted all of her usual fundraising channels.
Mr. Parker's willing to make a donation that could keep her charity running for years... But there's no such thing as free money, and Parker insists on taking June for a ride she'll never forget.

WARNING: This sexy 4500 word story contains a sexy billionaire, a silk necktie blindfold, hot limo sex, female masturbation with an audience, oral sex, and explosive orgasms that will leave you begging for more...

AN EXCERPT:

"Now, unbutton your blouse." He says, as he carefully removes his suit jacket and tosses it on the seat across from us.
I stare straight ahead as my fingers go to work. I wonder if the driver can see through the closed partition. And if he can, does this even phase him at all? How many other women have been on this seat, put in this position by Eric Parker?
I start at the top button and work my way down, moving slowly. I can feel his eyes on me, following my hands, taking in every piece of newly exposed skin.
When I undo the final button, my blouse falling completely open, I turn to face him.
He runs a hand through his dark hair, tousling it. The effect makes him look slightly softer, less imposing. God, he really is good looking. Even if he is apparently a total creep.
He leans over and slips my blouse down, off my shoulders, and tosses it across the limo towards his discarded jacket.
I feel my nipples stir to attention, clearly visible through my white lace bra. I blush and tell myself that it's just the cold air. But if that's the case, why am I starting to feel warmer and warmer?
Eric Parker gives me a smirk, and places a hand on my neck. He begins moving it down, trailing fingers against my collarbone, along my chest, down between my breasts. I shudder under his touch.
He continues to move down, fingers tracing a line down my stomach, passing over my belly button, and continuing on. He stops at the waist of my skirt, his fingers playing against the fabric.
"Take this off." He says...