by Janai
Taylor stepped onto the elevator as soon as the doors opened, utterly grateful to leave the four walls that lately seemed to close in on her. Not to mention that she was more than ready for lunch as she could only claim a single apple to suffice for breakfast. Today she would actually leave the office and eat. For the last days she was chained to her desk and she felt as if her company actually gave her a break the time to reflect would ensure that she ran away. The elevator was nearly half closed when she heard Elias Benson, the area manager for the Carolina’s Mountain Region, call out.
“Taylor! Hold that please.” She sighed. She really didn’t feel like talking shop in the slow moving car, but quickly stabbed the door open button out of politesse.
It wasn’t until she looked back up as Benson panted and heaved his rotund frame into the metal car, that she saw him. Taylor knew that the face she made was one of the dumbfounded and she could feel her jaw drop south. His eyes lit up and she knew that she was his for anything that he wanted.
Her body remembered everything he did to her and she craved more. If he looked at her any harder, she felt as if she would catch fire. His body was too close to hers and she felt as if her very cells begged to abandon ship to cling to him. He placed one hand at her back while the other jabbed the button for the ground floor. When his hand met her spine she nearly crumpled and a faint moan left her lips unbidden. Taylor’s hands made fists to keep her needy fingers from rumpling the cloth ringing his wrist only inches away. Her hips bobbed back involuntarily and she felt him buck back with a grind against the dampening parts of her before they separated once again.
Fuck, she thought. She couldn’t decide if the chance meeting in the elevator was for good or for ill. But she would glory in the ability to have her in his space at this moment. He still kept one hand at her spine, but he spread his fingers and even that simple stretch of digits was enough to sexually cripple. Taylor made a small hiss of breath that echoed faintly in the erotic sauna of metal car.
The sound must have gotten Benson’s attention, as he asked her a question that she only dimly heard. “Say have you had the chance to meet our CEO?”
“No, I can’t say that I have been formally introduced.” She turned her head slightly and saw Chandler’s only response was a wicked smile as if he was the cat that ate the canary.
But she wasn’t lying and that was what mattered. When she was able to stand on her wobbly legs he stepped back, but he still eroded away at her personal space with his presence.
“Taylor, this is Chandler Adkins, CEO.” Benson sounded as if he was exceedingly proud of Chandler when he said it. “Chandler, allow me to introduce Taylor Thomas, our newest south-east regional manager.”
Taylor thought, but the CEO was named… Anderson C. Adkins the third and the meeting after lunch was to be with him. Fuck! How could her day get any worse?
“Taylor. Huh.” That was all that he said, but then again, it was all he needed to drive the point home with fatal accuracy. She was no longer a mystery woman and she was on his territory, under his reign.
Now all of her sins had met the light of day. She turned her back to him again and pretended as if she could breathe even though she felt light-headed.
She could feel a phantom burn on the creases along the back of her knees and she remembered the way he lovingly nibbled the sensitive spots in the middle of night until she laughed and begged for surcease.
The elevator stopped and she scurried off without so much as goodbye. But when she reached the revolving exit door there was no way she could resist one last look back at him. He was in mid-conversation over to one side of the elevator. His lips were all business, but the way his eyes raked her clothes off was palpable even from the self-imposed distance and her pussy quivered excitedly in memoriam. He was amazing in bed, and even to this day she wanted him. She hadn’t slept without his face in her mind. She couldn’t masturbate without the thought of having him one more time.
He was right. Chandler told her that night that they would have to do it again.
And she wanted to, even right now if he asked her to meet him in the broom closet she would have shown up with bells on.
She knew his eyes followed her all the way to the door, she felt the burn along her nape. Taylor was sure that she was going to burn in hell with the fantasies that followed her every free moment. There was no way she could foresee how she would to be able to work in the same four walls as Chandler. Not and be able to keep her hands off of him.
Jennifer Willows is the pen name of a new up and coming romance author who prefers the Multicultural and BDSM genres. She is a newbie single and a pro at being a mother of two. She still fixes other people’s mistakes by day, but she makes plenty of time to write at night. No website yet, but just be on the lookout it will be coming soon (okay, she really has no idea). Also she wants to give a reminder: Don’t forget that reviews are an authors’ best friend and please feel free to speak your mind or tag her books as needed. If anyone would like to hit her up for a chat, complaint, or questions feel free to email or Facebook at jenwritesureadATgmail.com or tweet her @wildinthewillow
Happy reading!
Jennifer
Also by Jennifer Willows:
Another Man’s Woman
One Night Stand
Please Me: Parisian Passion (Pt. One)
Please Me: Parisian Punishment (Pt. Two)
The Virgin Chronicles
Published by Siren Bookstrand:
Bound by Accident (Book One of the Moreland Brothers)
Lust for Life (Book Two of the Moreland Brothers)
A Harem of One (Book Three of the Moreland Brothers)
