by Opal Carew
But why would he? He’d never shown the slightest interest in me and had no reason to believe I lusted after him.
He grabbed a folder from his desk stand and opened it. After scanning the top paper for a moment, he glanced up. “Ms. Grainger, as you know, your contract with us ends next week.”
I drew in a nervous breath.
“Yes, sir. I’ve enjoyed working here very much.” I forced a warm smile, despite the anxiety quivering through me. “I’m hoping that you’ll extend my contract so I can continue on here.” I gazed at him hopefully. “I was even hoping you might consider me for a full-time position.”
But the way he glanced down at the paper in front of him again rather than at me, told me what I needed to know. When he did look me in the eyes, I knew what was coming next.
“I’m sorry, but we will not be extending the contract. Nor hiring you on.”
My gut clenched. I knew the department I worked in at Elliott Enterprises was short staffed. I’d heard that they wanted to fill the position with someone full-time and they’d had no luck finding that someone within the company.
“May I ask why, sir?” I asked. “I’ve worked very hard and I thought you were happy with my work.”
His mouth formed a grim line. “I know you have, but I’m sorry, it’s just not working out.”
Frustration vaulted through me, and my hands tightened into balls. “Have I done something wrong? Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”
I was totally unprepared for the flicker of unadulterated heat in his eyes as his gaze locked on me, but it disappeared so quickly, I began to doubt I’d seen it at all. Still, my insides heated at his interest, even if it was just imagined.
His lips compressed again. “You haven’t done anything wrong, but I’m sorry. That’s our decision.”
Our decision. I knew he had final say on everything that went on in this company, so it was his decision.
Unwilling to give up, I pushed it. “You didn’t answer me about whether there’s anything I can do to change your mind.”
Silence hung between us, then he directed his gaze my way. “Like what?”
The opening caught me off guard. “I don’t know. Work longer hours? Take on more responsibilities?”
He sighed and closed the folder. “No, I’m afraid not.”
I frowned. I’d had his attention enough for him to ask, but what I’d offered hadn’t been of interest to him.
Could he be interested in something…different… from me? The thought sent a rush of heat through me, but I knew it must just be my beleaguered imagination acting out.
My fingers tightened around the armrests of my chair. “Mr. Elliott, I really want this job.”
“I’m sorry, there are…” He stared at me grimly. “Personality problems.”
Shock washed through me. I got along with everyone in the office. I was sure everyone liked me as much as I liked them. Except maybe… his secretary Gina always seemed cool toward me.
“Who?” I asked.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to discuss this.”
I leaned forward in the chair. “Please, Mr. Elliott. If you’re not hiring me because of personality problems, at least tell me what they are, so I don’t make the same mistakes at the next place I work.”
His fists clenched on his desk. “The problem isn’t yours, it’s mine,” he grated.
Surprise lurched through me. “You don’t like me?”
“No, the opposite.”
I frowned, confused. “The problem is you do like me?”
He stood up, his nostrils flaring. “The problem is, Ms. Grainger, that I’m fucking attracted to you.”
I sucked in a breath. “Oh.” I certainly hadn’t seen that coming.
As his piercing blue eyes locked on me, my body began to tingle with excitement. In disbelief, I realized that not only had he noticed me, he wanted me.
His jaw tightened. “I know it’s not fair to you, but I find it extremely distracting having you around. And I have a strict policy of not dating employees.”
I was dumbfounded. Then a thought occurred to me. “Are you firing me so I won’t be an employee and you can ask me out?” I asked almost hopefully.
He gazed at me speculatively. “I assume that wouldn’t work.”
He didn’t wait for my answer. “I know you still have three days left here, but just take tomorrow morning to pass your work off to someone else, and consider the rest of the days as paid vacation.
I drew in a deep breath, not willing to give up on this job yet. He’d just admitted he was attracted to me, and I was definitely attracted to him. I gazed at him and an idea coalesced in my head. It was crazy and brazen, but what did I have to lose?
I stood up and stepped closer to his desk, then leaned forward, my gaze locking on his. “You said you’re attracted to me, and that having me around is distracting.”
“That’s right.”
“So what if I find a way to relieve that…distraction.”
His eyebrows arched. “What do you have in mind?”
My knees felt like rubber as I walked around the big, mahogany desk, determined to convince him to keep me on. I stopped beside his chair, intensely aware of his big, masculine body so close to mine.
“Oh, I think you know,” I said calmly.
He turned his chair to face me.
“I’m not sure I do. Why don’t you make it crystal clear?” His steel blue gaze challenged me.
Oh, God, could I really do this? I drew in a breath, gathering courage, then crouched in front of him. His legs were parted and I could see a bulge in his pants.
He was turned on. I swallowed. Because of me.
I hesitated, wondering if I should back off. But the thought of actually doing this, of living out the fantasy of being with this man, sent heat thrumming through me.
I rested my hand on his knee, electricity shimmering through me at the contact, then slowly glided up his thigh, over the fine wool of his pants. Excitement skittered through me as my fingers approached the bulge, then slid over it. It thickened as I wrapped my fingers around it, then squeezed.
Oh, God it was so thick and hard.
“Are you suggesting sexual favors in exchange for me hiring you on?” His voice rumbled from his chest.
“I’m suggesting that if I help relieve your tension, then you won’t be so distracted and therefore won’t need to let me go.” I stroked his shaft. “And it really doesn’t seem fair to let me go for something I have no control over.”
“So you intend to take control?”
I smiled. “Mr. Elliott, I’m sure you want to be in total control of everything that goes on in your office. I’m just offering you a practical solution to this problem.”
I squeezed him again, then stroked and his eyes closed, clearly affected by my attention. Then he opened them and smiled.
“All right. I’ll give your idea a chance. Show me what you have in mind.”
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Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??
Excerpt
Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys we
re extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.
The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.
"Are you Sylvia?"
She nodded.
He pulled the door open. "Please come in."
She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.
"I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."
She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.
"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.
"No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."
She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She'd been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal's ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.
This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?
Don't freak out now. This is your fantasy!
Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."
Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn't she?
And when she'd become enamored of the fantasy, she'd never, ever dreamed she'd live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn't want to walk away.
"So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn't making fun of her, but he was teasing her.
"Well, he did do you wrong."
"True. But then we're distracted by a beautiful woman."
Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."
He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we're ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we're into our roles. Okay?"
"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.
They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.
"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.
She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.
"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.
The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken with at the door.
The cyclist's short, straight hair was a little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.
They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them all.
"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few days ago. She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for her brother's debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith, Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."
She nodded as she gazed at their serious expressions. Tension curled inside her.
"So, she's going to be our office slave, right?" Slade said.
"Yes, that's the arrangement," Mike answered.
"Good, then I think we should start right off with seeing what's underneath those clothes she's wearing.
Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed through her.
"Excellent idea." Mike said.
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Jacqueline crashes a billionaire's exclusive poker game
in order to seduce him into a favor to save her sister,
but instead finds herself played by the Master.
Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.
Race Danner is bored with his life, despite his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn't know exactly what he's looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.
When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he knows she's it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse, he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he fully intends to win.
Warning: This story has Domination, submission, bondage, punishment, and a lot of other fun things, plus explicit, wild sexual encounters. After all, if you're going to play, play hard! ;) Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Excerpt
He smiled and at the predatory look in his eyes, Jacquie realized he was going to win. The blood drained from her face as he flipped over his cards… revealing a full house.
Oh, God, she’d lost her opportunity to try and convince him to help Ella and her husband.
“Come over here.” His silken voice curled through her and she stood up.
Now he would touch her… probably cup her ass with his big hand. Maybe, if she seemed willing…who was she kidding, she was willing… to succumb to his touch, then maybe he would listen to her after all.
Shock vaulted through her at her own illicit thoughts. She wasn’t going to sleep with him to help Ella.
No, just strip down to practically nothing. Then let him touch her.
Did she really know where her boundaries were?
He watched as she walked around the long table, then approached him, his gaze locked on the swell of her breasts above the lace cups. Her nipples puckered at the thought of him stroking her there.
He pushed his chair back from the table and turned sideways as she continued toward him. His intense male gaze sent heat shimmering through her.
Finally, she stood facing him.
He lifted his hand, and as it approached her, she calmed her breathing, readying herself for his touch. It would only be a moment.
But she wasn’t prepared for the spark of desire that flared through her
when his fingertips brushed against her skin, just above her elbow. Then his fingers moved. Upward. Trailing lightly over her shoulder, then down. She drew in a slow breath as he glided over the soft exposed skin of her breast, right to the lace of her bra. His fingertip grazed lightly under the scalloped edges, but not breaching the barrier of the satin cup.
Clearly, he liked to push boundaries.
And she was close to pulling back that boundary, by tugging forward the cup and inviting him to explore further. The thought of his big fingers gliding over her hard nipple sent her pulse fluttering.
Her own potent reaction to him startled her and she stepped back.
“I… uh… we’re done now.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think so.”
“You said a touch,” she stammered.
“And you didn’t say how long. I’m not finished.”
“Well, I—”
“Come here,” he said, his authoritative tone brooking no argument.
She stepped close again, shocking herself at her own submissiveness.
“So I just have to stand here for as long as you want to touch me?”
He gazed at her, his blue eyes twinkling. “Yes.”
His fingers brushed her ribs this time, below her breast, then glided slowly downward, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. She tried to ignore the heady sensations fluttering through her.
“But you could go on for hours.”
He grinned. “Yes.”
Oh, God, if he did this for even ten more minutes, she’d be a puddle on the ground.
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