by Jenn Roseton
His lips trailed down to the hollow of her throat where he licked and kissed her pulse point, forcing Jemma to clutch his shoulders for support. Her knees trembled under the sensual onslaught and she felt as if she was going to explode with desire.
Adam picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He sat her in the center seat and kneeled in front of her. Slowly inching up her dress towards her mound, he sucked and nibbled on the exposed flesh of her inner thighs.
Jemma’s head fell back as she gasped with need. She could feel moisture gathering between her thighs as Adam slowly kissed his way up to her clit.
His hands tugged at her silk panties, and she wiggled her hips to assist him.
"Adam,” she breathed, as he pulled her to the edge of the sofa and spread her thighs further apart.
“I promised I’d make it up to you,” he said huskily. “I’m sorry it’s been all work lately. But that’s going to change.”
He lowered his mouth to her most sensitive spot, softly kissing her clit before using his lips and tongue to tease and tantalize her. Adam licked his way to her trembling entrance, making her shiver with longing. His tongue retraced its path until it brushed her clitoris, each stroke taking her closer and closer to orgasm.
Jemma moaned and clutched his head, instinctively pushing her mound even closer to his mouth. She could feel her body start to tighten as Adam’s tongue stroked her clit faster and faster.
"Ohhh!” She exploded as the orgasm tore through her with startling speed. Her entire body wracked with delicious shudders as Adam continued to taste her clit, sending a second climactic wave coursing through her.
Finally, Jemma relaxed on the sofa, spent. She could hear Adam’s ragged breathing and then felt him sit next to her. She slowly opened her eyes, still recovering from the incredible experience. “That was amazing,” she whispered.
He cupped the side of her face, turning her towards him. “That was just the beginning.”
###
Jemma lay on the bed, naked except for a black silky thigh-high adorning each wrist. Her arms were stretched out on either side of her head, each wrist tied to a brass railing.
Adam stood at the side of the bed and looked at her hungrily. She could feel arousal flushing her cheeks and swallowed. Although Adam had spanked her just over a week ago (and she’d admitted to him that she’d thoroughly enjoyed it), they hadn’t done anything else like that - until tonight. Before she’d met Adam, she’d sometimes fantasized about being tied up, but she had never been with the right guy to discuss the possibility.
Tonight, Adam had taken her by surprise. He’d carried her to the bedroom, tenderly stripped off her clothes and tied her to the bed, explaining he had something special in mind.
Now he stood before her, his gorgeous nude body and large erection making her insides tremble with desire.
Adam dangled his tie over her stomach, the tip softly grazing her belly button. Jemma had lost track of time but it seemed that he’d started playing this game hours ago. Shivers of sensation raced down her spine at the teasing, feather light touch.
“Do you like that?” His sensual voice caressed her nerve endings.
“Mmm,” she said, just above a whisper. “Yes.”
“How about this?” The tie dangled over her breasts and then lazily brushed each nipple in turn. Jemma’s sensitive peaks tightened, and she quivered, anticipating the next silken touch. The tie tip drew circles over each breast, before skimming across each nipple again. Moisture pooled between her thighs, and she squirmed, desperate for more.
“Adam,” she gasped as the tie made contact with her stomach. Slowly, the silky fabric made its way down to her mound. It barely touched her entrance, but the brief caress was enough to make her beg for more. “Please.”
“Is this what you want?”
The tie brushed against her slit once, twice. Jemma moaned. “Yes,” she almost hissed, arching her hips to prolong the contact.
With eager anticipation, she watched the tie dangle above her body, wondering where it would land next. She whimpered when Adam tossed it onto the floor. “No fair.”
Adam knelt on the bed, his large, muscular body above hers. A wicked grin tipped the corners of his mouth. “I’m going to make you forget all about the tie.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs abrading her nipples. Jemma shivered, ripples of excitement swirling down to her lower body.
He sucked her bottom lip, his teeth lightly grazing her tender flesh. Jemma inhaled sharply, burning desire racing along her nerve endings. She tugged at the wrist restraints, but they held fast.
“Adam,” she begged, although she wasn’t sure what exactly she was asking for. To have her arms free so she could wrap them around his muscular body? For him to continue to drive her wild? Or for his large cock to thrust into her aching, wet folds?
His lips moved from her mouth to her hard, tight nipple. Urgent need consumed her as he licked and sucked her pebbled nub. She writhed on the bed, desperate to feel his hard length inside her, surging into her, until they both exploded in an orgasmic frenzy.
“Adam,” Jemma panted. “I need you inside me.”
“Soon,” he promised huskily, dragging his head up from her breast. His eyes smoldered as he took in her bound wrists, flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. “I’m going to make up for neglecting you this week because of the Walker account.”
“You already have.” She tried to convince him by arching her hips, silently inviting him to enter her.
“Not quite, baby.” He cupped her chin and kissed her hungrily.
Jemma felt helpless with her wrists tied and Adam’s athletic frame looming over her. She surrendered to his lips with a small sob of desire.
His lips trailed down to her neglected breast, his teeth grazing her nipple as he sucked on the tight peak. She moaned, suddenly aware that moisture was starting to trickle down her thighs. Delicious sensations raced down to her lower body, and she longed to touch her needy clit.
“Please,” she begged, gasping for breath. She needed to come so badly. Her body squirmed in desperation. Adam’s teeth teased her nipple one last time before he lifted his head.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, thrusting his finger into her throbbing entrance.
“Yes,” she almost sobbed in relief, arching her hips as he finger fucked her. “Oh, God.”
Adam’s long finger sliding in and out of her, faster and faster, was almost enough to make her come. She pulled against her restraints, frantic to climax.
“Ahhh!” Adam’s thumb swirled over her clit, and she jerked in need. Jemma could feel her body tightening as his thumb kept stroking and swirling against her hungry clit until she couldn’t take any more.
She cried out as the powerful orgasm pulsed through her body, causing every limb to twitch and jerk. Her head thrashed against the pillow and for a brief second, she didn’t think her climax would ever end. Gradually, she became aware of Adam’s soothing voice as she finally coasted back to earth.
Jemma let out a sigh and opened her eyes. She realized her wrists were still bound to the headboard. Adam cupped her face, looking at her in concern. “Are you okay, baby? I’ve never seen you quite like that before.”
She smiled weakly, her whole body limp. “I guess that’s what happens when you tie me up.”
He reached to untie one of the thigh highs around her wrist. Jemma’s voice stopped him. “I liked it,” she murmured.
“I know, Jem, but you scared me for a second.” He continued to untie her wrist and brought her arm down to her side, before doing the same with her other arm.
“But--”
“I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” he said authoritatively, rubbing her arms.
Adam gathered her to him, stroking her body over and over until she forgot she was disappointed she wasn’t tied up any more. Jemma felt his hard manhood against her thigh just before he flipped her onto her back, his muscular frame on top of her.
; “I thought I’d had enough for tonight,” she teased him.
“Cheeky.” His eyes glowed with tenderness and passion as he kissed her possessively. “I’m going to make love to you all night long, Jemma Jones.” His lips tantalized her as they slowly moved down from her neck to her breast. He sucked her nipple, laving the taut bud until she gasped with desire.
Adam turned his attention to her other nipple, licking the sensitive peak until it became diamond hard. Then he gently grazed it with his teeth, causing Jemma to arch up underneath him.
“Adam!” She clutched his back, feeling moisture flood her pussy as he continued his sensual onslaught. Her hands ran down his spine until she cupped his buttocks, urging him closer, wordlessly begging him to thrust into her.
“Not yet,” he rasped. His lips trailed a path of kisses to her belly button, and then lower, until his mouth hovered above her mound. He teased her clitoris with a lingering kiss, and then reached for a small foil packet on the bedside table. Deftly rolling the condom onto his large, hard shaft, he turned his attention back to her, tracing the outline of each aureole with his tongue.
Jemma shivered with need as his finger explored her wet, aching folds. “Please, Adam.” She flexed her hips, wanting - needing - him to impale her.
His cock poised at her entrance, Adam groaned and thrust into her.
Jemma gasped as Adam filled her completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him even closer as he stroked into her again and again. Her hands clutched his back as he slammed into her, the rhythm building, harder, faster, harder, faster, until she felt her body start to tighten.
She cried out, shuddering as the orgasm tore through her body. Her pussy clenched down on his cock and Adam shouted hoarsely as he went over the edge, spasming and surging into her with his own climax.
A few minutes later, Adam stirred, and slowly rolled over to the side of the bed. He pulled Jemma close to him and cupped her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, gazing into his ocean-blue eyes. “Adam - that was--”
“I know.” He kissed her tenderly, then half scooped, half pulled her onto him, so she was lying on top of him. His hands caressed her back, lingering at her bottom, before following the same path - over and over.
Jemma nestled against him and kissed his shoulder. She loved being so close to Adam - physically and emotionally. No other man had ever made her feel the way Adam did, not even Matt.
She nuzzled him in the sensitive hollow between his shoulder and neck and his hands tightened on her back.
“Jemma, I--”
She lifted her head and smiled. “What?”
“I--” he hesitated for a second and then seemed to change his mind. “Next week it’s my birthday and I want to plan something special for us.”
###
Adam and Jemma’s erotic romance concludes in
Seduced By The Boss 4: Loving Miss Jones available right now!
Excerpt on the next page...
Have you read:
Seduced By The Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion
Seduced By The Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
Excerpts are coming right up...
Jenn Roseton believes that romance and hot sex go together. When she's not writing erotic romance, she indulges in delicious gourmet chocolate.
I hope you enjoyed reading this erotic romance. If you believe this story is worth sharing, please consider leaving a review (if you feel comfortable doing so) or telling your friends about it so they can enjoy it too.
Look out for Seduced By The Boss 4 available right now!
For news, special promotions and latest releases, visit my blog at:
www.JennRoseton.com
Or follow me on Twitter: @JennRoseton
Questions? I love hearing from readers!
Email me at [email protected]
Here is an excerpt from Seduced By The Boss 4: Loving Miss Jones
"“Why didn’t you want me to call the police?” she asked curiously.
“Because in a few minutes we’re going to find out who did this. And if it’s who I think it is, the police are the least of his worries.”
Adam clasped her hand and led her into his inner office. Even in a serious situation like this, she still felt the electricity of his touch. He walked over to a tall, mahogany bookshelf, moved a couple of books aside, and returned with a small, silver clock.
“I took precautions just in case something like this happened,” he said grimly.
Jemma watched in surprise as he opened the clock and took out a small SD card.
“After you told me about Matt sniffing around for information on the Walker account, I thought it would be wise to install a hidden camera.”
“You don’t think Matt had something to do with this,” Jemma protested. “Do you?”
“We’ll find out in a minute.”
She bit her lip as they watched the footage on Adam’s computer. Thankfully, both office computers hadn’t been damaged during the break-in.
The video footage started to play on the screen. A shadowy figure turned on the light in Adam’s office. Although the person wore a balaclava, dark trousers and a sweater, their height and build looked similar to Matt’s. He or she rifled through Adam’s desk, then flicked through a folder they found in one of the drawers. The person grew more agitated as they couldn’t find what they were looking for.
Jemma watched, finding it hard to breathe, as the intruder shook the folder upside down and all the papers fell out of it. Moving around the office, they tossed aside anything that was in the way. Only once the intruder was satisfied nothing had been missed in the search, did he take off the balaclava with a gesture of frustration."
Start reading Seduced By The Boss 4: Loving Miss Jones right now...
Start at the beginning of Adam and Jemma's erotic romance with:
Seduced By The Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion
and follow it with Seduced By The Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
Here's an excerpt from:
Seduced By The Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion
Can a sexy boss seduce his girl-next-door secretary?
Jemma Jones has been secretly in love with her boss, Adam Sinclair, for the last eighteen months, ever since she started working for him. When he invites her to lunch one day, she’s worried she’s going to be fired. However, Adam has a different proposition in mind. When he seduces her in the office that afternoon, their pent-up passion overtakes them both!
Excerpt:
"Jemma Jones squirmed on her top-of-the-line office chair. She could hear the murmur of Mr. Sexy Sinclair’s voice through the wall behind her. Her boss had an attractive, deep voice that sent shivers through her, even when she tried to concentrate solely on taking his dictation.
She’d worked at Sinclair Consulting for eighteen months, and every time she saw her boss, Adam Sinclair, her pulse fluttered. He was tall and fit, with dark hair, ocean blue eyes and a smile that did something to her insides. He looked to be in his early thirties (she was twenty-six) and as far as she knew, he was single.
Unfortunately, she didn’t think he noticed her at all, except for the efficient way she ran his successful one-man office. Every time he called her in for dictation, her heart started beating a little faster. She supposed it was unusual these days for secretaries to take dictation, since most bosses knew their way around a computer keyboard, but sometimes Mr. Sinclair would ask her to take a letter or short memo. And lately, he’d been asking her to take dictation more often. She was just glad she’d decided to learn shorthand in order to make herself more marketable to potential employers. She hadn’t realized a side benefit would be having one-on-one time with her sexy boss.
The sad fact was, she hadn’t had a boyfriend for months. Her last relationship had fizzled out before it had even started. Mitchell had been a real tightwad, always “forgetting” his wallet when they were out on a date. Jemma would have to pay for both of them - until the last date when she had gotten so f
ed up with the situation that she'd deliberately left her wallet at home to force him to pay. And it had worked. The restaurant manager had been on the verge of calling the police when Mitchell had magically found his wallet buried deep in his pants pocket and reluctantly paid the bill.
Jemma had been on the point of breaking up with him anyway, and this last date had made the decision for her. Instead of giving him a goodnight kiss, she'd given Miserly Mitchell the old heave-ho. She considered herself lucky that she hadn‘t slept with him yet. She was pretty sure that if he was selfish in one area of his life, he would be in others. And she definitely didn’t want a selfish lover.
That had been six months ago, and she hadn’t been involved with anyone since. In fact, she hadn’t even had a date. At night when she felt lonely, she thought of Mr. Sexy Sinclair and pleasured herself with her fingers until she came with a shudder.
“Miss Jones.”
She started as her boss’s smoky voice interrupted her flashback to last night’s self-pleasuring and felt her cheeks heat. Her favorite fantasy involved sitting naked in Mr. Sexy Sinclair’s executive chair, the soft leather caressing her bottom and the backs of her thighs as she waited for him to join her for a special kind of “dictation”. Whenever she thought about it, she always felt moisture between her thighs, no matter where she was or what she was doing.
He must have finished his phone call. Thank goodness he wasn’t a mind reader.
"Yes, Mr. Sinclair?” She called, sounding way too husky for her own good. Her cheeks flamed hotter.
"Could you come in here for dictation, please.”
“Yes, sir.” Tamping down her embarrassment, Jemma grabbed her dictation pad and pencil and walked into his office, well aware that unfortunately, it wasn‘t going to be the “dictation“ scenario of last night’s fantasy..."
Continue reading it right now: http://amzn.to/SU2lFL
Here's an excerpt from:
