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Sexy to Go
Volume 3
The dirty dozen is here! In Sexy to Go Volume 3, 12 authors bring you erotic romance stories filled with BDSM, regency splendor, contemporary lovers and paranormal twists. With so many stories to choose from, there’s no way to read just one, so read them all! Then, come back next month for another sassy bite of Sexy to Go.
Water Games by Tara Quan
Certain her marriage of convenience won’t last, Kailee seeks emotional distance from her dominant husband. As punishment, Damien interrupts her shower, binds her wrists, and seduces her submission.
Outside the Box by Allyson Lindt
Celeste would rather be anywhere than on a red-eye flight toward a trip she was supposed to take with her boyfriend—make that ex-boyfriend—before she found him screwing the boss's wife. A free first-class upgrade helps numb the sting, but she forgets all about the rejection when the gorgeous stranger next to her issues a sexy dare she can’t refuse
Sensuous Sensibilities by Virginnia De Parte
When Archie St.John gallops up the drive on Bacchus, Abigail's heart leaps, despite being cross with him for missing their assignation. He is set on winning her love, but can she marry him when she carries a burden that darkens her moods?
Gettin' Lucky with a Leprechaun by Jocelyn Dex
When Desmond, the mysterious hunk of hotness, leads Sky to the end of the rainbow, will she find a pot of gold, or will she just get lucky?
Just a Bit of Fun by Sofia Grey
Harlie’s a player. Daisy is a nice girl.
He wants a fling. Will she be happy with just a bit of fun?
Rewriting the Law, Part 1 Daisy Banks
Retired warrior Ansgar Vorstil finds his world is flipped upside down with his discovery of a stray female. The off-worlder is exquisite, perfect, and his for the taking—if he can cope with her strange ways.
Reunited by Eva Lefoy
Casi runs from her new mate, Flint, determined to not take their so-called mating seriously. But when the bond kicks in, she returns to his side and finds Dahlia and Liam have come back. In Dahlia’s arms, mating doesn’t seem so silly anymore.
Cherry Stem by Sotia Lazu
Having revealed her true nature to police Detective Alex Marsden and been attacked by her vampire maker, Cherry is in dire need of a shower. When Alex joins her, what was meant to be relaxing turns infinitely more pleasurable.
Dreamwalker: Power of Attraction by Pamela Moran
Law of attraction takes on a completely different meaning when Audra gets pulled into the dream of the sexy man she’s just met. Can she and Trigg hold on long enough to figure out what’s real?
He’s So Sly by Leigh Ellwood
Terence and Evan have known each other forever. They may have made a great couple, but the timing was never right. Now they’re both single, and Terence wants to make up for lost time.
Due Diligence by Sorcha Mowbray
Lucas Bowerton needs to confirm the CFO of Darrington, Inc, Adriana Leighton, lives up to her resume. He never expected to find a sexy submissive he'd break all the rules to posses. Together they will discover if due diligence will pay off.
Love Hurts by Shiloh Saddler
When James punches the nosy neighbor intent on buying their land out from under them, his efforts to protect his white lover cause him both pain and pleasure.
Table of Contents
Due Diligence by Sorcha Mowbray
Sensuous Sensibilities by Virginnia De Parte
Water Games by Tara Quan
Outside the Box by Allyson Lindt
Gettin' Lucky with a Leprechaun by Jocelyn Dex
Just a Bit of Fun by Sofia Grey
Rewriting the Law, Part 1 Daisy Banks
Reunited by Eva Lefoy
Cherry Stem by Sotia Lazu
Dreamwalker: Power of Attraction by Pamela Moran
He’s So Sly by Leigh Ellwood
Love Hurts by Shiloh Saddler
Due Diligence
Part One
Sorcha Mowbray
Chapter 1
Adriana huffed at the beep of her phone. How could she write a report on the company’s financial status if people insisted on interrupting? And the dispatch was damned important. The annual accounting went out to every investor to help them make decisions during the General Shareholders Meeting.
This year proved even more important since Bowerton International made their move to buy up shares. Their strategic move put pressure on Darrington, Inc. to sell, which gave her two weeks to convince everyone currently holding the stock not selling was the better choice. If they voted yes, then due diligence would commence and short of Bowerton finding something really awful the sale would go through.
The phone beeped again, refusing to be ignored. “Yes, Helen?”
“Mr. Bowerton is here to see you.”
Adriana laughed. “I doubt Old Man Bowerton is here to see me.”
“No ma’am. Mr. Bowerton, Jr. is here.”
Well shit. She paused long enough to pray she wasn’t on speakerphone. “Please bring him back.”
She closed her report, stood to smooth her skirt, and composed herself. She reached for her suit coat as a knock sounded and her door opened to admit one of the most devastatingly sexy men she’d ever clapped eyes on. Her attention shifted, discarded the forgotten coat, and zeroed in on the dominating presence filling her space. Handsome didn’t describe him. The sentiment too soft for the harsh contours that made up his features: strong, square jaw, high slashing cheekbones, and piercing gray eyes.
The man was lust personified. Walking, talking desire. Shit, talking. “Welcome, Mr. Bowerton.” She extended her hand and moved across her spacious office. As CFO of Darrington she occupied a big, airy office with floor to ceiling windows along one wall. Why did it suddenly feel more like an interior cruise ship cabin?
“Thank you, Ms. Leighton. I apologize for the unexpected visit, but I happened to be in town. So, I thought we could have a chat before all the acquisition specialists get involved. CFO to CFO.” Despite the innocuous words, his steely gaze slid over her body and stripped her clothing away one article at a time. She might as well stand there in her lacy underthings.
“This is highly unusual.” She worked hard to keep her brain function working with some semblance of normalcy. The man was a danger to her intelligence.
“It is, but I needed to be sure you understood our intentions and the financial ramifications for Darrington should we be successful in our purchase.”
She had never felt such a visceral reaction to a man in her life. Her panties were rapidly moistening as every desire laden moment ticked by. A quick glance down revealed she should have donned her suit coat. Silk and lace failed to mask her predicament as her beaded nipples strained against the fabric. “Why should that matter?” She slicked her tongue out to moisten her dry lips and waited.
“It matters because you are writing the annual report. In order to make a successful argument you need all the details.” His gaze drifted down to her chest and then returned to her face. “And I admit to a certain amount of curiosity about the woman behind the dramatic shift in profits for Darrington.”
“Then you’d be looking for Mr. Darrington.” She forced herself to turn away and walk to her desk. She took her seat in a move driven by self-preservation rather than a show of power. She simply needed a physical barrier between herself and the magnetic man in her office.
“No. Without your financial guidance and cost saving measures, this company would have fallen into our laps without a fight. Since you came on board two years ago this sinking ship has been salvaged and put back on course.” He sank into the chair across from her.
Pleasure zipped from his l
ips to her hot, melting core. So much for her desk helping. Mr. Bowerton—Lucas—could have easily had her spread on her desk and panting for his cock with the crook of his finger. She hadn’t been this hot for a man since her first internship. She’d worked for a senior vice president who, compared to her mere nineteen years, was older, wiser, and far more sexually experienced. She exulted in all he taught her about being a powerful woman in control of her sexuality. Drawn to him right from the start, it never occurred to her to object.
“Thank you, but I still don’t understand.” She settled back into her Herman Miller Aeron chair.
“I wanted you to know you will have a place in our new organizational structure. In addition, you need to understand we plan to funnel a large amount of money into Project Cobra—”
She shot out of her seat, the haze of lust abruptly dissipated. “How the hell do you know anything about Project Cobra?” Her blood thrummed, no longer powered by want. Instead, anger fueled the rush through her veins.
The dark haired man merely raised a brow at her outburst. “I have my sources.”
Shaking with fury at the man sitting calmly across the desk, at the person who betrayed Darrington, and most importantly at her body for still wanting the enemy, she stalked around her desk. “Get out. Get out of my office.”
* * *
Bowerton remained seated even as she loomed over him like a vengeful Valkyrie. He couldn’t have stood and left if he wanted. Not without revealing his rather apparent and unprofessional interest. Damn she was hot.
He’d walked in armed with a few whispered bits of information, which she foolishly confirmed by overreacting to a small bit of corporate espionage. Not even. All of this would have come out during due diligence. But, he’d figured, why not confirm the rumors before they spent a large amount of time and money?
And, of course he really had been curious about her. Not many women were successful in such a technology driven industry. He had not expected her to be so damned captivating. So tantalizing to his senses and his dominant instincts. When she submitted to him, she would be spectacular. He dug deep to restrain his need to stand up and crowd her with his sheer size. Despite her reaching almost six feet in heels, he towered over her at six-four. Since he still pursued mixed martial arts on the amateur circuit his muscles added a lot of bulk to his naturally broad form.
“No.” He decided she needed to understand who was in control right from the start.
“Get out now or I will call for security.” She whirled around and reached for the phone. Her ass tantalized, tucked behind her demure gray skirt. She lifted the receiver which forced him to rise. He leaned against her back, pressed his erection into her lush bottom, and settled his hand over hers.
A sharp intake of breath told him she felt his arousal. Ignoring the need pounding through him, he guided the phone back into the cradle. Her light herbal scent teased his nostrils. Before he could control the impulse, he nuzzled against her neck right behind her ear. “You’re intoxicating.”
“Mr. Bowerton.” Her feeble attempt to object revealed how much she wanted him.
“Lucas. Call me Lucas,” he rasped and then gave in to the need to taste her flesh, even if only her neck.
Sweet and a little salty.
That’s how she tasted. A primal sense of satisfaction simmered beneath his skin despite the fact she would be well within her bounds to throw him out and refuse to meet him ever again. Instead the enticing woman plastered her back against his chest while the soft cushion of her ass cradled his cock. He eased his hand along her silk clad arm enjoying the slippery fabric under his fingertips. Would her skin be as soft?
He reached her shoulder as his other hand eased around her waist to flatten across her stomach, pulling her even tighter against him. His hand spanned from the bottom of her breasts to the waistband of her skirt and burned from the heat of her flesh through the silk. Her head tipped sideways causing the curtain of her golden hair to sweep over his shoulder baring the flesh above her collar for more of his attention. And more she would have.
He kissed and nibbled along the cord of her neck, drunk on her scent and taste. She groaned and ground back against him as lost in their chemistry as he. Slipping past her shoulder to cup her breast he found the hard, pebbled nub.
She moaned softly, “Lucas.”
His dick throbbed as his name dripped from her lips. More. He needed more of her right now. He eased the first button free to caress the exposed skin with his fingertips. Her hands found their way to his hips where they clutched him as though she feared he might desert her. Another button opened and he caught a glimpse of her black lace bra. The contrast of pale skin peeking out from under the black lace had him panting with desire. It had been years since he lost either his control or a load in his pants. This woman threatened both.
With a growl he reached up and roughly jerked her blouse down around her arms leaving them trapped in the sleeves. He spun her to face him so her ass wedged against the desk. Lace covered tits crowded his vision as he tugged the cups down to display her nipples. Greedy for the feel of her obvious arousal on his tongue, he arched her back over the desk with only her hobbled hands for support. “Such beautiful breasts.”
“Lucas, please,” she begged.
“Please, what? Please plunge my tongue into your mouth? Please suck your puckered nipples?” She provided a visual feast which only increased his lust. With each suggestion he offered, her breathing grew more labored and her need escalated to match his own. “Please push your skirt up and shove my swollen cock into your wet pussy?”
“Oh god,” her cry sounded so forlorn and desperate he nearly slowed the pace down. But then she continued, “Yes! Any of those things. All of those things. Please, just touch me.”
And then he realized he had yet to do more than stare at her breasts and fantasize about all the things he wanted to do to her. He swooped down and caught her lips in a rapacious kiss which demanded she give him everything. And what she would not give he was primed to take. He probed inside her mouth, tasted the upper cavern and the lower soft palette. He traced the edge of her teeth and tangled his tongue with hers. Finally, when breath became a necessity neither could do without, he parted from her moist heat. A slow disengagement, he eased back with small kisses, licks, and bites.
Her lust filled green eyes appeared from under a thick fringe of artificially dark lashes. Lips, both wet and swollen from his kiss, remained parted. The need to have her berry pink tips in his mouth rose up with renewed vigor. He would have her. Here. Now.
Beep. Beep.
Intent on savoring the moment, he leaned forward oblivious to everything but Adriana.
Beep. Beep.
“Lucas.” She said his name again, but somehow less erotic than before. Then suddenly her hands fisted in his hair, her nipple a breath away when his head jerked back. “Lucas. My secretary is beeping in.”
Stunned by the sudden turn of events, he watched her slip the black filmy material back over her breasts, right the silken blouse so her arms were freed, and then she deftly buttoned up the material. She turned around and presented her ass to him...precisely the move which started the whole scenario.
“Yes, Helen?” Frustration laced her words.
Good to know she felt as thwarted as he did. In fact, at the moment he could cheerfully throttle the inestimable Helen.
“Your two o’clock is here to see you.”
“Very good. I am just wrapping up with L—Mr. Bowerton.” She hung up the call and turned back around to face him. Her cheeks were flushed, lips pink and plump. She looked as though she had been well and truly kissed. He should know since he’d done it. “L—Mr.—Oh for God’s sake. Lucas, you should go.”
He resisted the urge to reach out and tilt her face up to him. “This is not over.”
Her head snapped up as though surprised by his words. “This can’t be anything but over.”
“You are mistaken. This has only begun. Holden’s S
upper Club, seven tonight for dinner. And, while I am partial to your gray skirt, where something sexy.”
Pink dusted her cheeks as her jaw set in obstinance. “No.”
He stepped into her. Pressed her back against the desk and whispered in her ear. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Adriana.”
“Prepare to be disappointed, Mr. Bowerton.”
Tension drew the moment taut as they stared each other down until a knock at the door announced her next guest.
* * *
Adriana shook with anger, fear, and most of all need. Something about Lucas Bowerton triggered a wild range of emotions. Dangerous feelings she needed to keep in check. “Come in, Helen.” Her office door opened to reveal her secretary and her niece. “Thank you. Mr. Bowerton was on his way out.” She gestured toward the door before turning and sauntering back to her desk. The man acted as though he owned her. She let loose a soft snort. As if men hadn’t been trying to own her all her life.
“Tabitha, sit.” She smiled at her niece who couldn’t seem to peel her gaze from the starkly handsome and oddly unaffected man who refused to leave. With the quirk of an eyebrow and an unexpected wink, he followed her assistant out.
Her rather young and impressionable protégé plopped down in the very seat Lucas had recently occupied and commenced badgering her with questions. “Who was that? Is he your boyfriend? He should be.”
“I’m sorry, but we are not here to discuss Mr. Bowerton or my love life. We are here to discuss your summer internship so you can graduate and come work for me.”
A few hours later Adriana opened her calendar to review the next day’s schedule when a new evening appointment caught her eye. She opened it up to discover she had a dinner meeting with Mr. Bowerton. The only problem was she had neither agreed to meet him nor scheduled a meeting. Which meant he duped her assistant into believing they had an appointment. Now she had to decide, would she indulge him or ignore him?
