There's nothing hotter than a sexy, curvy professional woman who gets a little incentive to let loose where it's completely inappropriate and gives the handsome alpha males who work around her the final incentive to do what they've been thinking about for a long time and do it as hard and fast as they want. These three stories capture moments like that, with the added heat of a medical exam, an outlaw MC gang, and a public presentation.
Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, voluptuous BBWs subjected to potent aphrodisiacs, alpha male biker outlaws, a medical exam, a billionaire older man and younger fertile woman, body transformation, multiple partners and gangbangs, anal sex and double penetration, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
This three story bundle includes the following titles from Miranda Cruz, previously only available as stand-alone books:
- Accomodating the Biker Gang (BBW Bimbo MC Menage and Aphrodisiac Erotica)
- The Bimbo Pill and the Board Meeting (BBW Bimbo Menage MMF and Office Exhibition Erotica)
- The Doctor, The Boss, and the Bimbo Pill (BBW Bimbo MFM Menage and Medical Exam Erotica)
"Lacey," he said, sounding a little surprised, "I wouldn't have thought you'd be one to get so dolled up for a client." He ran his glittering amber eyes over me in appreciation. "You must be desperate if you come looking like this to try to distract me. But don't worry, I can enjoy the view and run circles around your proposal all at the same time."
I blushed in spite of myself but recovered quickly. "I always knew you were a pig, Derren. You don't have to go out of your way to prove it each time we see each other."
He grinned. "Oh, but you really have no idea," he said low enough that he was sure we wouldn't be overheard. "That's all I want, Lacey: a chance to show you just how depraved I can be. One night, me, you, and a pair of handcuffs." He gestured at my chest. "Bring those juicy things, too, if you don't mind. I don't know where you usually hide them."
"A pair of handcuffs?" I asked, doing my best to sound amused instead of intrigued. "I suppose you know you're not man enough to handle me unless you can tie me down."
He laughed. "You misunderstand. The handcuffs aren't for anything sexual. They're to keep you from chasing after me when I leave."
Unable to come up with a good response, I gave him a sarcastic smile and pushed past him to join the defense table.
As I went to sit down, I realized with a flush of resentful embarrassment that I was wet. Derren Alcress had gotten me wet, and he probably had known he was doing it, too. I forced myself not to look over at his lithe, confident form sitting down at the table across from me. It doesn't matter if you're attracted to him, I told myself. That won't stop you from beating him. Nothing about his dark, handsome face or his suave confidence or the way I found myself imagining him standing hungrily over me, powerless in handcuffs – none of that would distract me, I told myself.
Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.