by Ted Evans
I sighed, because we’d had this conversation so many times. I’d always left out the part when we were in the cafeteria and Liam came up to me and said that we should go to his place and get it out of our systems. He accused me of having a thing for him. I went out of my way to prove that I had nothing for him, by asking Boring Pete out. He was the safe option. Until Liam turned up, I was kind of bored. Everyone is whenever Pete starts to talk, but he’s such a nice guy. It’s just that no one wants to talk about Star Trek all night, apart from Trekkies, and no one wants to look at his collection of monuments via photos or the stash that he keeps in his backpack, again apart from Trekkies. After that night, he went and asked a Trekkie fan out and they’re happy in love and I’m just…
“Anyway, let’s just get it over and done with.”
I picked up my speed thinking about that night with Liam. There was another part I always missed out. Once Pete was out of the way, Liam held me in his arms and kissed me, then he broke away saying, “Pete could never kiss you like that.”
He had a point, but he didn’t even ask for permission; then again I didn’t protest. I watched as he left me like a jilted bride on my doorstep after giving me the kiss of the year. Shit, it was my first kiss and it wasn’t just that it made my panties wet. It just made me want him even more. But, I’ll never confess it to Chanel, and certainly not him….nearly 90,000 words for free with Kindleunlimited or purchase for $5.99. Click here to grab your copy!
About Virtually Bossy…
My virtual assistant is going to find out who’s boss…
When my PA quits, I can’t say I’m sorry. She was as incompetent in the office as she was in the bedroom.I need to stay the hell away from virgins.One f**k and they think that I’m ready to walk them down the aisle!
HR are on my case, and I can’t hire another assistant.
I own the f*cking corporation, but I can’t get decent help… …apart from Olivia.
She’s been my backup assistant for years, working remotely in middle of nowhere.
I’ll pay her double, give her days off, anything to meet this deadline.
I just don’t need another distraction.
I’ve never met Olivia, but I have a feeling she’s a middle-aged spinster with a dozen cats. Perfect for keeping me and my cock out of trouble.
Trouble is I got it all wrong. Olivia walks into my office, and she’s an emerald-eyed bombshell.
I may be in charge, but Olivia’s holding all the cards until this deadline is done.
Then I’m going to bend her over my desk and show her what a good boss I can be.
Author's Note:
It's short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novella. It is standalone, and there's no cheating.
Chapter One
Ross
“What do you fucking want?”
I shouldn’t have been so crude and I shouldn’t have shouted at her. But I was tired. Scarlett was my secretary, NOT my fucking wife. I’d made the mistake of fucking her once and I’ve been repeatedly that mistake over the course of the last week.
She was fun.
The kind that got a kick out of fooling around, but she killed the fun the second night when she asked me to hold her until she fell asleep. After I’d already got out of bed and was going to sleep in my real bedroom, not the one that I’d just fucked her in.
The second time, I made sure that I fucked her at her place. Just so that I could leave.
She still didn’t get the hint.
That’s when the fun stopped and I knew that I had to get rid off her.
There was just one problem. I had a deadline and until it was met. She needed to stay working for me as my secretary.
“I just feel as if I’ve been used…” she purred as she got closer to me.
Really?
“Like you just want me for my body and nothing else.”
She started to pout and I could see that she was up to something, because she left the door wide open. We were in my office and she was talking about matters of the heart. Only for me they were matters for my dick and I could tell that she was getting attached. This wasn’t going to go down well, not by a long shot. I knew that she wanted everyone outside to hear. I didn’t need the staff to know that I’d done the same thing again.
The same fucking stupid thing that I’d been warned about.
I stood up quickly and closed the door. Then I turned to comfort her. Wondering what would happen if she left and stopped working as my secretary. And, even worse, what if she went to tell HR that I really couldn’t keep my dick in my pants? Then I was truly fucked. The employment agency would be on my case and could shut the company down for sexual harassment. The way Scarlett was behaving she would be more than willing to speak to them about my bad behavior.
“You need to think about what this all means.”
I was fucking stalling, thinking of a way to try and get a distraction. I was a fucking CEO. Built-up my company from scratch. Yet, when it came to matters of the heart, I couldn’t think. That’s why I usually fucked and worried about the consequences later.
“What?”
She was right, where was I going with this?
My palms were wet from trying to calm her down. My voice was raspy from running to close the door and back to her. Then to make matters worse, my head was fucking spinning out of control. I had an important meeting in around twenty minutes. When did my life become so fucking complicated and when did I lose control of everything?
“I know you think that I don’t appreciate you,” I stared into her sea-blue eyes.
“But I do. You’re beautiful.”
I stroked her long fair hair, thinking that blondes really do have more fun. Once again, I was distracted, because my hands moved to her breasts. Those big thick melons that could feed me for a fucking month. They were so damn juicy that I found myself opening up her shirt. Not fucking opening it, but ripping it open and popping those buttons as my mouth wanted to suck and my dick wanted to fuck.
“You’re doing it again,” she protested. She never complained before!
“You’re looking at my body and wanting to take me.”
“Shit, your tits, I’ve never had any woman with tits as big as yours…”
I was down to her bra, but she had a scaffolding bra on that no one under forty should ever wear. She used to wear sexy bras, which left nothing to the imagination. The type that just about covered her nipple and gave me easy access.
She pushed me away, but like a hungry wolf getting ready for a feeding frenzy. I ignored the warning signs and all I could think about was sucking her tits.
“Don’t do that,” I growled as I moved closer to her.
“See? You only want me for my body. I asked you one question. Answer me, Ross Hamilton!”
She had her hands on her hips and she wasn’t messing around. I had a feeling that my dick was on hold.
“Do you LOVE me?”
Oh God, not that debate again. My cock was swaying from left-to-right like a pendant, as I began to realize that this could be the end of a beautiful relationship. My heart was racing out of control, debating whether to lie or not. My mouth did something completely different.
It opened and shut like the shutters in my office did whenever I had company. Whenever I wanted people to know what I was up to, I would leave them open so that I could spy on them too. Whenever they were closed, that was when it was none of their fucking business.
Like now.
I took a deep breath.
I was a billionaire.
I needed to keep her as a secretary.
I couldn’t afford to lose her right then.
Her eyes were wide open, waiting for my response.
Okay, here goes nothing. I’m going to say it. I’m going to do it for the first time in my life. Those three words would stop me from being sued and having to deal with all sorts of shit that I hated doing in public.
I was a billionaire. I had bui
lt my company from scratch. I could fucking do this.
She moved closer to me as I smiled. I was about to say the words that she fucking wanted to hear.
Even if it was a lie, she was a woman. She didn’t care about the truth; she just needed to hear those three little words.
I was going to do this.
I fucking needed to.
My mouth opened one time. I was so close to her that her tits were rubbing on my chest. My dick was on board with the situation and everything was going according to plan.
“Yes?” said Scarlett, nodding her head like a bobbing doll.
And then I just blurted it out.
“No.”
My dick screamed “You fool!” and my racing heart went back to its regular rhythm. The headache that I’d had was now passing. She lifted her hand and slapped me across the face. She didn’t even bother to button up her shirt. She left my door wide open for everyone to see that I was about to seduce her; that I really couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I slumped down on my desk, thinking that despite everything it was for the best.
It was the right thing to do.
There was just one problem.
I never did the right thing when it comes to matters of the heart.
I must be getting old—or fucking soft—and it sucks!
I patted my pants, where my dick was still half hard.
I whispered, “Down boy.” I was going to be having so many fucking cold showers from now on; it was fucking frightening. Yet, I felt better that I didn’t have to deal with Scarlett and all her dramatic shit…purchase it for $2.99 by clicking this link!
About Single Daddy In The Club…
Hunter James is back in town, this time as a single dad…
My single parent group is the last place in the world I expect to bump into the man who broke my heart.
The problem is Hunter James is not just any man. He’s tall, dark, and as hot as sin. I need to go to church and pray that he’ll keep away from me.
His irresponsible, one-night stand has left him with a little girl, and for some reason, he thinks that it’s my problem.
I should laugh at him.
He deserves it.
But he charms the group into letting him join and now I’m stuck looking into his blue eyes. He turns my parenting group into a dating one as he invites all his single friends to join. The last thing they need is another man in their lives. It’s a shame that I’m the only one who sees that. They turn up to the meeting and leave one-by-one.
Leaving me alone with Hunter James and he’s not trying to get some single parenting advice.
No.
Hunter James has something much dirtier in mind!
Author's Note:
It's short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novella. It is standalone, and there's no cheating!
Single Daddy In The Club is a 25,000-word novella, suitable for mature readers that love to read a bit of filth with a twist of comedy.
Chapter One
Hunter
She’d been so fucking hard to find. Talk about disappearing and then coming back to the place where it all started. I knew the moment that I saw Nia’s name on the register that she would be the one heading up the group.
Back in high school, she was the independent one. The one that I said was getting in the way of my game. She was supposed to say that things could work and that she loved me. She never did. She just kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck.
Just like that.
That was when I knew that I had to get out of the relationship. She didn’t think about me the same way that I thought about her. That was evident.
I’d spent the last four years hoping that she’d change her mind, but she never did.
I loved Nia back then, and I still feel the same way about her now. It’s as if she hasn’t aged at all. The same long blonde hair, perfectly cut and her hips, shit they used to grind me all night, and I never wanted her to stop. Now she’s just like a fine wine. Matured and in control.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She blurted out as soon as she saw my face.
“I came to join the club. Single parent’s club.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Hi. Hunter, how are you? Long time no see.” That was the greeting I was expecting; not the unwelcome one that I received.
“It’s a single mom’s club. No men allowed!”
“I didn’t see the flyer saying only women. In fact, that’s sexist. I could sue you for discrimination.”
She waved a finger at me; the one that I’d loved to suck and says, “Look if this is some game…”
But then she was cut short by this slim little Hispanic woman who had lust written all over her face. “He’s right. It doesn’t say, ‘single moms.’ It says, ‘single parents.’ Hi, my name’s…” she was just about to introduce herself, but Nia cuts her short. She was mad and fucking crazy.
How did I know?
Because she was waving her finger and tapping her left foot at the same time. Damn, some things never changed. That was the same thing that she used to do back in high school.
“We couldn’t discriminate, but it was clear from the word go, that this club was only for single moms.”
I brushed past her, trying to get through the damn door. “Ladies, do you mind if I join?”
There was a wave of silence and then a chorus of, “No.”
Before they could even finish telling me all the reasons that I can stay, and even join, Nia was at it again.
“I’m the founder of this club. The owner. The one that does the memberships and I say no.”
The Hispanic lady moved to my side and got so close that she could easily be a second skin.
“Well, this is a democratic society, and I think that you're a bit sexist. We could do with some fresh blood.”
I wondered if she means for the club or bedroom?
Either way, I was in, and there was nothing she could do about it. The victory is mine for the taking.
“Besides at my daughter’s school, there’s some single dads in there too. I could ask them to join. You know, to make up the numbers,” I’m addressing the question to the crowd, and I can tell that it’s working well.
“You guys sound as if you know each other. Why would you turn your friend away?” a brunette stood up and her question was directed at Nia.
Nia ignored her question, which was weird because she always had an answer for everything. Maybe she’d changed, just a little bit.
The crowd cheered and encouraged me to invite some of my single-dad friends. I smiled and used my charm, which I knew worked every single time. Because, as usual, I got exactly what I wanted. There was just one problem, I had no single-dad friends, but I knew tomorrow at the school gates, I would find them. How hard could it be?
“Don’t even think this means that you have a chance with me again! We’re over. You got it?”
I nodded slyly because she misunderstood. I’m not joining to be part of the group.
I was joining to be more than her friend.
I wanted to take up where we left off, and one thing was for sure -- I always got what I wanted. This time I wasn’t taking no for an answer to her coming back to me…read for free with Kindleunlimited or purchase for $2.99 by clicking this link!
Quarterback’s Baby
About Quarterback’s Baby…
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas which would be great, if I wasn’t carrying the Quarterback’s baby!
Sebastian Blake is my best friend’s little brother. He used to be the skinny kid who hid behind glasses and braces. Now, he’s all grown up, and one of the leading quarterbacks for the Giants.
As a sports physician, it’s my job to make sure that Sebastian is in peak condition to play next season, but he’s had one injury after another and has fallen into depression. When I arrive at his door, he doesn’t know who I am, thinking his friends sent him a ‘surprise’ to cheer him up
.
And now, somehow, I’ve found myself doing home visits and getting on a plane with his team to head to Vegas.
They say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
That would be true if, after Vegas, I hadn’t found out that I was carrying his baby…
Author’s Note:
Quarterback's baby is steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novel. It's the whole box-set in this special edition of the Friends to Lovers series.
Have no fear; there’s no cheating in the book!
It has the same content as Falling for My Best Friend’s Brother, just with a little makeover.
Chapter One
Sebastian
“Guys, I’m not in the mood to party!”
I sounded like my mom: always whining and complaining, but the guys weren’t listening. I wasn’t in a party mood for real. I hadn’t played ten games in the last season and the way I was feeling, I didn’t know if I would play again.
I was going to be one of those quarterbacks that retired early. Shit, I was only twenty-eight, yet I felt like an old man. Too scared to run, pass, or do anything in case something else snapped. The guys were acting nice about it. Telling me to get a grip and that it was all about the game, but I was so fucking scared of doing anything, including sex!
“You need to get back out there. What happened to Casanova Sebastian?” Mason said as he passed me another beer.
He fucking died when I spent more time watching the game than actually being part of the action.
I took a swig of the beer, I had kept telling him I didn’t want and would end up drinking all the same. As they say, actions speak louder than words, and I may have been saying no but that didn’t stop me from drinking it. He sat down on the deck next to me while the rest of the guys: Paul, Kent, Lucy, and Mia were partying in my pool.
The music was way too loud, they were drinking too much, and it was still early. It wasn’t even dark yet. I was sure that by the time night fell, one of my neighbors would be banging on the door complaining about the noise and shit.
