by CJ Hawk
Caught Inside
CJ Hawk
Adult Romance
This book contains sexual content that is intended for mature audience.
Published by Smashwords and Copyright 2013 CJ Hawk
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Synopsis
The corporate world has an unwritten set of rules that could make it is easy to be caught up in the intrigue of it all, while trying to make your way to the top. Jennifer Everest knew that setting standards for herself that some might seem as extreme also fought against her nature of something else. Then along comes an attraction that is so strong it is hard to ignore, and she wants to break all those rules. Can one woman who dominates in the boardroom and bedroom, allow herself to be submissive to a man in order to get what they both want in the end?
When a surfer is caught inside, he is too far in, and the waves are breaking further out. It can be dangerous in big surf. One such man, who only knew surfing all his life, now found himself in such a dilemma. When his path crosses with a woman who captivates him into submission by breaking the rules he has set for himself, he wonders if the danger is worth the risk. Is the only way to win her back, by dominating her in the bedroom?
In a world of corporate chaos, Jennifer found out as an executive woman the answer to her dating predicament by hiring an elite escort service, one that is owned by the prestigious Trey Masterson, surfer boy extraordinary. His sex appeal and romantic heart, break down the barriers that she has spent a career building. It takes an uncontrollable situation for the two to break all barriers and go in deep both emotionally and physically.
Jennifer swore she would never let a surfer break her heart again, but can she live with one night of wild passion and just walk away or did Trey take her heart with him when she forced him to leave? She has a life lesson to learn, yet with her level of success, she felt complete with her life or did she? She knew how to project herself out onto the corporate world with an air of success fooling everyone, including herself. Somehow, the matter of a man to come home to or even commit to was on her mind more than she cared. She knew she had a few hang ups about men, in particular; she wanted to be in control of them, even in the bedroom. However, one man stole her heart with a simple smile and a flower, causing her to want to open up to the possibilities.
With an opportunity to let their souls ignite with passion; she found that there was more to all of this than she cared to admit. Such as continuing to accomplish her accredited career and admit to herself that her true heart desired a man's arms around her emotionally and physically, which always seemed beyond her reach. Perhaps, she was going to keep it beyond her reach so that she did not have to own up to her true feelings. Pushing a man away when he gets too close to her heart was the safest thing she had ever known. Could she let one particular man into her life knowing he came with a life that she was not sure she wanted to live, all because her love for him was undeniable?
Chapter One
I rolled over to bask in the early-morning sunlight and let it cascade across my naked body. My escort and now lover, Christian was sound asleep naked beside me. My copper brown eyes grazed over his glorious body and thought how, once again, I crossed the line of keeping the hired escort for strictly business purposes. Arm candy for a woman in my position often needed a little something to put my clients at ease. Christian had done such a wonderful job last night at the client dinner party that I just had to find a way to thank him. I suppose a bonus tip could have sufficed but then there was that kiss he dropped on my lips as we were saying our good-byes after dessert - as if to claim me and state, there was a reason we needed to leave early.
The real reason was our planned escape. I had used Christian as my escort for the last month, and he said he had a deadline he needed to meet. I had held him at bay sexually that entire month, but something was incredibly different about him last night. Something so different in the way he kissed me and whispered into my ear that I had soaked myself just thinking about getting him naked.
Our original plan was to get out of the client dinner by nine p.m., once dessert was done. Christian mentioned he had some last-minute details on an article he was submitting and the deadline was midnight. I completely understood the perils of deadlines and cutting such business social events short. Working as a top sales executive at I.N.Zime International had often left me short on time in the evening hours. Leaving early was our original plan due to his deadline, but somehow, he ended up here, naked and sated as I was watching him sleep in the morning sunlight with the sheet barely covering his gloriously naked body.
I slowly pulled on the high thread sheet count and watched the ivory sheet cascade over his tanned body. Inch by inch, the sheet revealed a body of hardened muscles and silky tan skin that just begged for my hands to roam once again. By the time the sheet was almost uncovering what I was certain was a morning sex dream that had him hard under the sheet, his head rolled in my direction, and a sexy smile crept upon his delicious lips.
"Morning." His thick groggy voice whispered out as his dark eyes slowly adjusted to the sunlight. His thick black hair had a halo of morning light behind him and by all means, he had been my angel of mercy last night.
"Good morning." I whispered back as my hand slowly pulled the last of the sheet aside. My eyes twinkled as if I was a kid on Christmas morning. I let my naked body crawl up over his body, and I straddled his firmness. I looked down at him and smiled. He looked up at me and smiled. My short auburn-brown hair cascaded over my face as I looked deeply into his dark eyes. Nothing more was said. I let my lingering fingers slowly wrap around his firmness and rolled a condom on. I raised my hips and lowered down onto him while I arched my back and tilted my head to my ceiling.
I was not thinking sales reports or client's needs. I was thinking that the end to my dry spell with men was over and perhaps Christian might want to be more than a hired escort to assist me at business functions. I was thinking how glorious he felt inside me as I slowly raised and lowered my hips, letting the slickness inside me guide him in and out.
The touch of his hand to my hip and his other hand to the inside of my thigh got my attention to let my eyes wander down to the man in dark hair and eyes even darker. He had a mysteriously sexy look to him and right now, basking in the early sunlight hours, naked with our bodies in the position they were in; he looked downright sinful.
My breath hitched as his fingers gentle massaged me and applied pressure. I lifted my hips up and down a bit faster, letting the intense feeling grow within me. Then his hand moved to my hip and was guiding me to go faster as both hands were grasping hard on my hips driving me back and forth. I let my body cascade down with my breasts against his chest, with my hands above his head and my face buried into his naked neck that smelled gloriously of sweat and some cologne, letting the way our bodies slide up and down against each other drive me insane.
His groans were getting louder while my breathing was intensifying. I let the sensation of my hard nipples brushing his skin excite me. Then I felt his hips push up and thrust hard beneath me, and each gliding motion grazed at my desire with an
intensifying motion. I felt the burn of excitement inside of me start to unleash quicker and quicker. Just as I moaned out loudly, I let my body slam hard against him, and I felt my orgasm unleash. It only took him a few hard pushes inside as he let out his own intense moan of pleasure.
Minutes later, our sweaty bodies laid side by side while our breathing attempted to become normal. I glanced over and saw a satisfied smile on his face. I turned my eyes back to the ceiling of my high-rise condo and did the same. When I finally felt a sense of normalcy return, I decided I had better apologize to him about missing his article's deadline last night, since we were in such a rush to get naked and explore as soon as he brought me back to my place.
"I suppose I should apologize for last night. I mean missing your little deadline. I hope it did not hurt your career. You mentioned it was a big article. I hope missing it was worth it. I suppose I could give you a bonus tip to the escort for all your hard work tonight." I rolled onto my side, looked at his gloriously naked body, and thought how good it felt to be in control of my emotions and in control over a man, so to speak.
He did not answer right away then he turned to me with a fake smile that I realized my comment about little deadline may have sounded snide. Sometimes I treated the other half of the species as if they were beneath me. I guess it came after so many years of hard work and trying to beat through the glass ceiling of the corporate man's world. When he finally spoke up, he sounded normal and not hurt.
"I suppose I should spank you again for causing me to miss it, but then, I guess you'll just need to pay me double next time you want me. Now that you know you can get great sex for paying for it, I can only hope I am worth double."
I was sensing his manhood might be temporarily hurt, by the fact that I just paid him to have sex with me. So, I stood up and started to walk into the bathroom. My sexual nature caused me to stop and look back at him, while giving him a glimpse of my naked curves and sculpted body. "I usually don't pay for sex, just escorts. You are worth paying double for." I meant it as a compliment but was unsure of his response by the way he was looking at me this very moment, wondering if he took it that way. I did not have time for these emotional games. I had other men I could call for sex if I wanted it, they were not through the escort service. This was the first man I let take me to bed in my house, mind you; I may have had sex a time or two with an escort before. Just not in my house or overnight. I usually only hired the escorts for the business engagements.
By the time I got out of the shower, he was gone. No remnant of our sex with rumpled sheets was evident. He had made the bed and left a note on a post-it from my desk. The black sharpie marker simply stated. Paying for sex is simple wrong.
The note in itself instantly chilled me. He did not think it was so wrong last night or this morning. He did not think it was so wrong when he told me he would double his rate now that I knew what might happen with him as my escort.
I crumpled the note and tossed it in my trash can next to my nightstand, right next to the three old condoms. Well at least I got my fill last night. I did not see me requesting him again after that note. I would go back to my strictly business rules and only call the men I knew I could have sex with for free, but didn't want attached to my arm during business events. I often found a way to want the men who were not well off in upper class social events that required conversations about foreign topics, politics or even classical music or art. The men I had ready at the touch of digits on my phone were definitely not the type I would want with me while wooing a client. That is why I always used the escort service.
Come Monday at work, the whispers and sneaky looks that came my way as I walked in with my polished navy blue classic business attire had me a bit tense. Then Cynthia walked up to me in her recent fake boob purchase, blonde hair with extensions and a diamond engagement ring that could blind you. Her red sultry business suit was a bit too sexy for the office, perhaps ok with the clients, but then I guess we had been competing for the same promotion to Director of International Marketing for three months now. I thought I had it in the bag, but by the body language on Cynthia, I was beginning to doubt myself.
She started the tete-a-tete conversation. "I just love those new highlights in your hair. You should think about extensions. That short haircut of yours is never passed your shoulders. Don't get me wrong, it's sexy, but I just think you might look better with extensions. By the way, I grabbed you a card to my plastic surgeon's office. I get a referral credit if you decide; you know to let the girls grow a bit. I hope you don't mind I canceled your nine a.m. appointment. I need you to talk with Prez, and then we will be discussing your next assignment UNDER me in Japan."
I looked at her sideways with a stern glance as I began the walk down the hall to Prez's office. I didn't react. I guess it was her way of telling me that she got the promotion. As far as who Prez is, it is short for the female president of the company, although her real name is Gail; we had to call her Prez. She must have just given her the news and wanted to see me next. I knew what was coming next; it was the worst-case scenario that I had mentally figured out in my head. I would be working under Cynthia, and my life was about to become wedding gossip, beauty tip hell. I did not want to be in a room full of clients with her as my boss let alone on long plane rides listening to her gibberish. Yet, here I was. In the very position, I did not want to find myself. However, I knew the deal breaker was her engagement. I had been told to find a steady boyfriend to present to my clients that I was a stable female with a strong male backer. Quite the opposite opinion of yesteryears, but today's corporate female had to have a strong support backer, male - or female if your choice laid to the same sex. Even so, it was important to client presentation. I feared they would be asking for me to have kids next. However, Christian had been my plan. That was, until I hurt his feelings and found out he was not available for my services any longer just this morning.
I congratulated Cynthia and then practically marched to Prez's office, trying to tamper down the anger I was feeling along with betrayal as I felt I was much more qualified for the position. This was not going to be fun, and I was getting the distinct feeling that there were other reasons the office staff was whispering and looking my way.
I knocked on Prez's hard wood double office door. A loud resounding 'come in' echoed out. It sounded as if she was a bit perturbed. I would be if I had just given Cynthia a promotion. However, I had a feeling something was brewing, and it wasn't my morning coffee.
"Sit down." Prez demanded but did not look up from her laptop, as her long brown hair practically covered her face as she leaned in too close to her computer. Her brown eyes were squinting as I noticed her reading glasses set off to the side. I laughed internally, knowing that she thought they made her look older and refused to wear them, but right now she would be saving herself some trouble. I looked passed her behind her enormous mahogany desk, and I watched the city skyline behind her build with dark grey ominous clouds. A storm was brewing outside, and things were about to thunder inside. I just felt it, deep within my bones.
I sat in a dark-brown leather chair with copper nail heads adorning the trim. I set my briefcase and laptop case in the matching opposite chair next to me. I had not a moment to breathe since I stepped foot in the office, let alone get settled into my desk since I walked in this morning. I watched her click away with keystrokes on her laptop as her eyes held a steely stance to them with seriousness. My palms began to sweat a bit. Something was up. I took a deep soft breath in and held it for a few seconds. As I let it out, I let the tip of my black heel shake a bit as if I was letting the anxiety I was feeling out through my toes. I forced myself to find an inner calm and prepare for anything that Prez was about to send my way.
She finally looked up to me while closing the lid to her laptop. "I'll start with the good news. LA sales are up. This client dinner went extremely well, although cutting out early is not your style. Obviously, you must know by now that Cynthia got the promotion. It
was a tough call, but your next bonus check will make up for it."
I raised my eyebrows and mentally screamed. 'I doubt it.'
She started up again. I found myself staring at her piercing brown eyes and wondered how she got to be the president of this company. She was never one for tactfulness. "Listen. It was really in your ballpark until that article broke and went viral this weekend. That escort service you used, that client Christian Conner, he really exposed you as a creep and a tyrant among the executive women, a user of men and telling everyone how much you liked to be spanked, well kinky fun aside, he blew it for you."
"What?" I practically screamed.
"You didn't know?" She questioned.
"Obviously not. The last time I saw Christian was Saturday morning and quite frankly; he was happy."
"I suppose. According to his article that hit the Internet on Saturday morning, he had a bone to pick with you." She opened her laptop, hit a few buttons and then closed it. "I sent you the link. I guess he sent the article to several of your clients. I don't know how he got access to your client list, but that was a big mistake."
I did. I had drifted off to sleep after round two and when I came to, he was at my computer surfing and had offered to make me a late-night snack. I was distracted by his sexy body cooking naked in my kitchen. Then when he ate me, sexually, on the kitchen countertop, I was too sated between that and the food to think he was hoodwinking me.
I was lost in Prez's voice then I blinked fast. I was not going to let any raw emotions near the surface. I heard her tell me to get my damage control in motion and fast. To replace Christian with someone much more reliable, no escorts, no sex. She told me to prepare to fly out to Japan with Cynthia and if my next sales report exceeded the previous, then she will let all this go. Then her last few words made me want to bite my tongue.
"For God sake, Jennifer Everest, get a great man to back you, and I'm not talking to handle your spanking fantasy, and show the I.N.Zime clients your next level of commitment and maturity. Get married, have a kid or adopt one, hire a nanny, donate blood, just start coming across a bit more mature."
