Womanizer (A Standalone Novel) (A Steamy Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free

changes. It was essential that I kept a sharp
mind and didn’t forget important information; lack of sleep could change my functioning for the day very quickly.
I needed at least six hours of sleep every night.
    The stock market was a finicky place. If you missed one small piece of information, you could throw off your entire
portfolio. Luckily, I hardly missed any important information and I was skilled
at gathering what I needed to make the trades that would work best for me and
my clients.
    Over the last eight years, I had
skyrocketed to the top of my trading firm and earned myself some pretty
lucrative incentives. At Taylor Trading Incorporated, I started as a floor trader and worked nearly 100 hours a week. Now I was a
market advisor and didn’t have to work nearly as many hours, but had dozens of
people who worked with me and developed new and trending techniques for
building wealth in the stock market.
    It sounded harder than it was. Basically, my job was to buy a stock that went up
and sell stock before it went down. The simplicity of my job was actually very
hard to explain to others, though.
    “Hey,” a delicious blonde on the treadmill next to me said.
    “How’s your morning?”
    “Great. You watching the All Warren Clothing IPO?” she asked.
    I wasn’t actually paying much attention to it; clothing companies just
weren’t my thing. But I did know enough about it to keep the company on my radar.
Alicia Warren grew up in Illinois, same as I did. She started her clothing line
from her college dorm room and built it up into a multi-million dollar company.
It would likely make quite a few people rich after the IPO was
released in a couple weeks.
    I loved IPO’s, or initial public offerings. It was essential to understanding the business you were buying
stock in and it was necessary to do as much research as possible before throwing thousands of your dollars away. Some
IPO’s were dangerously overpriced and saw
the initial investment decline rapidly with the market changes.
    “Yeah, not too closely, though.
What do you think?”
    The joy of living and working out so close to the stock exchange was that
almost anyone I ran into wanted to talk about stocks.
    “I think it’s a grower for sure. I’m investing several thousand dollars
of my own money, not so much for my clients, though. The clients always want minimal risk for their rewards.”
    “Very true.”
    She was a cute blonde, and if I had met her in the bar I would have started strong with my
womanizer game. But meeting at the gym made
things a lot harder. It was much more likely that she would be back at the gym
at the same time as me, so I didn’t want to contaminate my sanctuary.
    I actually liked the term, womanizer. It had a ton of respect, but
better than any other way to describe what it was that I liked to do with my
women. One night stand guy, man whore, and many other colorful words had all been used to describe me at one point or
another.
    We both continued our treadmill workouts and I could tell she wanted me
to ask her out. She looked over at me several times throughout her run and
often even turned enough to make eye contact with me. I had to resist, though, as fun as it would have been to
play with her and her giant breasts; I couldn’t start prowling around my gym. I
liked the place way too much and didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for me
after I slept with someone from there.
    I felt my cock start to get hard as I watched the blonde run on the
treadmill. Her breasts were firm, yet still bounced with delight as her feet
kept a steady pace. My cock started to throb with a need to slide in between
her giant knockers. I loved the feeling of a pair of big tits as they pressed
around my cock. I especially loved to watch a woman’s mouth as I thrust my cock
closer and closer to her.
    When my cock had become fully erect, it was time for me to take a break
and head back to the locker room. I made my way toward the men’s locker