Carnal in Cannes

The Mambo Mediterranean Series traces the lives of five rich, bored hunks:  Rolan Paxton, Terrence O’Connor, Harrison Indiana Ford, Suresh Singh, and Lord Geoffrey Stanford.

 

Carnal in Cannes 

 

 

You can do this. You can make her first time special.
Harrison Indiana Ford stared unseeingly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.  
He didn’t believe  his  own thoughts.
How in hell did he make love to a woman who’d only agreed to yield her virginity to him for the princely sum of a million euro? And make the act pleasant for either of them?
His gaze fell to his half-hard dick and he snorted.
 Sheeeet, good old St. Pete wasn’t having any problems visualizing Martine Bellamy beneath him, her butter-soft café latte skin touching his, those Godiva thighs wrapped around his waist,  her dusky voice moaning in that sexy French accent. Fully engorged now, balls aching, he straightened, belted the burgundy silk bathrobe, and then opened the door.
The Cannes Ritz Carlton’s penthouse honeymoon suite oozed tasteful seduction. A roaring electric blaze in the fireplace that dominated the far wall. Piped music, he recognized the tune Bolero, served as background for rhythmical fire snaps, crackles, and hisses. The room even had the odorous taint of sweet pine burning.
Money could buy anything, a virgin, marriage, and the perfect setting for conceiving an heir.
Who was the bigger whore Martine or him?
Harrison stood to gain a Warren Buffet fortune from screwing and impregnating a virgin. Martine gained the money, a child, alimony for life, and a quiet divorce.
His self-disgust knew no boundaries.
What drove a woman to sell herself?


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