Start by marking “Guilty Gucci” as Want to Read: The Red Bottom Bandits may be the world's most fashion-forward gang of masked outlaws. And their latest caper is penned by Ashley Antoinette (of Ashley & JaQuavis) at her sultry, streetwise best. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Ashley Antoinette is one half of the New York Times Guilty Gucci (Urban Books) - site edition by Ashley Antoinette. The Red Bottom Bandits may be the world's most fashion-forward gang of masked outlaws. And their latest caper is penned by Ashley Antoinette (of Ashley & Quavis) at her sultry, streetwise best. Ashley Antoinette is one half of the New York Times bestselling duo Ashley & JaQuavis.
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The front desk called me to let me know that the mini-bar was being used, he said. I thought I would have a drink, she said as she closed the door and took her glass back from him. You let me drink at dinner tonight.
I let you have one glass, he corrected. Drunk women make foolish decisions. Chanel walked toward Faugner, the robe hanging loosely off of her shoulders. Her wet skin glistened and Faugner noticed the tautness of her breasts as they sat upright, perky from youth and inexperience.
He quickly diverted his eyes back where they belonged I have you to look after me. You always take care of me, she said before she took the glass to her lips and finished the entire drink.
Her head spun slightly as the premium wine took its effect. Enjoying the way that it was making her feel, Chanel waltzed over to the mini-bar to retrieve another bottle. Chanel chuckled softly and opened the bottle. You are not my father, she reminded. We can have a little fun. She tilted the bottle to her lips and wrapped her entire mouth around the nozzle as she let her tongue lap up the wine. She was feeling it and the liquor had made her bold.
Releasing her of her inhibitions and making her feel sexy, powerful, in control. Faugner reached for the bottle, but she quickly put it behind her back. She had always found her stepfather attractive. His good looks appealed to her, but now that she was partially drunk she grew the guts to flirt openly with him.
Just give me the bottle so that we can call it a night, Faugner said with impatience as he stepped closer to her to reach behind her back.
His body pressed against hers, pinning her against the small desk. She sat her bottom down on top of it and he stood between her thighs. You want it? She removed the robe, exposing her bare body. Come and get it. Chanel poured a small amount of wine on her bare breasts and spread her legs seductively. The wine had her flower budding and she was ready for it to be plucked. Chanel smiled because she knew that he was trying to do the right thing, but the imprint of his hard dick showed through his slacks.
For the first time she felt how much power her womanhood gave her and it turned her on to know that she had caused the swell in his pants.
She pulled the robe back down and rubbed his swollen package through his slacks. I want you to fuck me, daddy, she said. She stood and began to kiss his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. He dodged her advances, moving his face from side to side.
Chanel, wait She was so wet that she left his pants slick. A guttural moan escaped his lips You have to stop. Stop, stop! He grabbed her roughly as if he could shake the sense back into her, but Chanel was persistent. Lust had taken over her and she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. Her clit was throbbing with so much intensity she was sure it had its own erotic pulse.
I cook for you I clean for you I wash your clothes and rub your shoulders after work I go to sleep with my hands in my panties at night while I listen to you grunting and her moaning through the walls. We both know you should be fucking me. It was true that he had fantasized about her many times before but he had never intended to act on it. Now that she was here spread out in front of him like a beautiful buffet, his most carnal instincts urged him to have his way with her.
His dick throbbed as she gyrated against him, making him feel as if he would bust at any moment. Stop, he protested. Okay, she said as her fingers fiddled with his belt.
If you really want me to stop all you have to do is leave. Chanel paused and looked up at Faugner.
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You leaving? Faugner knew that this situation was dead wrong, but his feet were frozen in place.
Fuck me, she whispered. Oohhh fuck me. Teach me not to give your pussy away. He backed her up until her back hit the wall and then he put a pounding on her young wetness. She sucked him in like a vacuum and he clenched his ass cheeks as he moved with skill, in and out of her. It was too late to turn back and the sex was better than anything he had ever felt because the. This action might not be possible to undo.
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She beamed and replied, I was going to anyway. You spoil me too much to tell me no. I promise, she replied. He reached for the robe and pulled it back over her shoulders. What are you doing? Start your free 30 days. Page 1 of 1. Not bad but many frustrating moments of lack of common sense or just unrealistic. You have a prom dress to download, right? He held up the keys to his Phantom, the one car that he never allowed her to drive. Her eyes lit up and her frown melted away, giving way to a smile.
You hate shopping, she said. I hate shopping with Lidia. She joined him and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close before escorting her out of the house.
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Faugner was a young success story. He had started his own law firm right out of college after setting a precedent and attaining a perfect score on the bar exam. Chanel drove all the way into New York City, knowing that Faugner would never protest. He smirked at her as he watched the sly smile she displayed.
She was dying to roll down the window so that she could cruise the streets with her pretty face on full display. You came all the way to the city you might as well go on a shopping spree, he said. She beamed and replied, I was going to anyway. You spoil me too much to tell me no. Chanel ripped up and down the streets of Manhattan like a young socialite with bags galore.
The handsome gentleman whose arm she clung to looked more like her sponsor than her stepfather. He had only been in her life for a year and a half, but he contributed so much. They were friends and he understood her. He made her feel special and made time for her; things that her own mother was too busy to do. He treated her like an adult and listened when she opened her mouth.
Her respect for him was immeasurable. I love it here. A loft apartment in Midtown I can see it. He remembered what it felt like to have big dreams; to be young with the world at your feet and optimism in your heart.
Life had a cruel way of beating you up no matter how much success one attained. There were so many other factors, so many things that could happen that could change things for the worse.
How could he? It was her right to fantasize about how grand her life would be. It was a part of her rite of passage into adulthood. He refused to kill that illusion of a perfect life. In fact, I know a Realtor up here who can help you find something. Chanel knew that the only man who had her heart was Faugner. She was infatuated with him and no boy could measure up to him in her eyes.
She wanted a husband just like him one day and some knucklehead from New York shouting, Yo, son! I promise, she replied. By the time they were done half the night had passed. We may as well stay the night and drive back in the morning, Faugner suggested, knowing that he had consumed too much wine to drive safely back to D.
What about the firm? Chanel asked, knowing that Faugner never called off work. He was all business all the time I make my own rules at the firm. They will survive one day without me. I never want you to get lost in the chaos. Chanel nodded her head, his words warming her because it was exactly what she needed; someone whose world revolved around her.
They checked into a five-star hotel and Faugner handed her the key to her room. He kissed her forehead and then retired to his own sleeping quarters to call it a night. Chanel looked at all the shopping bags feeling overjoyed that Faugner never gave her a limit. Even Lidia would have limited her shopping and told her no at some point, but Faugner never did. He whipped out his black card effortlessly and without a second thought to cover her elaborate and expensive downloads.
Seventeen-year-old Chanel always felt grown up in his presence. Looking around the luxury room she relished in the lifestyle that she was living. She popped the top and drank it quickly as she made her way to the claw-foot tub to draw herself a bath. Picking up the cordless phone she ordered room service and then grabbed another small bottle of wine, this time pouring it in a glass, before she stepped into the warm, bubbly water. A long sigh eased out of her pursed lips as she enjoyed the heat while perspiration built on her face.
She enjoyed the bath as she laid her head against the back of the tub while sipping on the wine. She wanted to live by her own rules on her own time She was ready to discover the world. Chanel had yearned for her mother to show her the ropes of womanhood, but she was too busy living her own life to give any direction to Chanel. Lidia had neither the interest nor time to teach her daughter anything. So Chanel was determined to get out on her own and find the love that her mother failed to give her.
A knock at the door interrupted her relaxation and she quickly stood to her feet. The wine hit her all at once and her head spun slightly, reminding her that she was a lightweight. The buzz made her entire body tingle, hardening her nipples as the cold air hit them.
She got out of the tub and wrapped herself in the plush hotel robe. Chanel opened the door to greet room service, but was hit with the unexpected when Faugner stood sternly before her. He looked at the glass in her hand and removed it before walking inside. The front desk called me to let me know that the mini-bar was being used, he said. Great condition for a used book! Minimal wear. More information about this seller Contact this seller 7. More information about this seller Contact this seller 8.
As New. Unread copy in perfect condition. More information about this seller Contact this seller 9. Published by Kensington Publishing, United States Kensington Publishing, United States, Brand new Book. The Red Bottom Bandits may be the world's most fashion-forward gang of masked outlaws.
They're the talk of D. When the innocent, naive Gucci recognizes ringleader Sunny Raegan during a holdup, that's her "in" with the Bandits.
Knowing she's got a lot more beauty than brains, Gucci sees the gang as her meal ticket. More likely, they'll be her ticket to the morgue! The Bandits may be lawless, but they play by a few simple rules: Get in and get out. But it's only a matter of time before all these rules get broken--and that's when Gucci gets caught!
If there's one thing a girl needs, it's a little help from her friends. But her "friends" have skipped town without giving her a second thought.
And Sunny is distracted by her new baby and her violent ex-lover. So Gucci's on her own. She's on trial for her life, and she must decide whether to snitch on the girls--or take the fall all by herself. Whichever she chooses, it may be her death sentence. Seller Inventory AAS More information about this seller Contact this seller Seller Inventory n.
Book Depository hard to find London, United Kingdom. Seller Inventory BTE Satisfaction Guaranteed! Book is in Used-Good condition. Pages and cover are clean and intact. Used items may not include supplementary materials such as CDs or access codes.A knock at the door interrupted her relaxation and she quickly stood to her feet. There, she gets nightly molested by the son of her foster Mother. She said she would be here, Chanel complained as disappointment laced her tone.
They were friends and he understood her. Green-Eyed Monster. We may as well stay the night and drive back in the morning, Faugner suggested, knowing that he had consumed too much wine to drive safely back to D. They're the talk of D. Seller Inventory BTE A loft apartment in Midtown Meanwhile, Miamor a woman who uses her beauty to develop her skills as a contract killer is going out on a man-hunt after her sister dies from the hands of a Cartel member.