by Lexy Timms
She ran her hand over the mouse part of the laptop. She couldn't betray his trust by going through his history. But it was so tempting.
Jamie set the computer aside and made herself another cup of tea, checked her email, and pulled out the food Murray had prepared for them. He’d made some kind of delicious smelling pasta and chicken that she put in the oven to reheat on low. She set the salad back in the fridge and on a whim, set the bar table up for two for when Alex got back.
Her eyes drifted to the laptop again. He didn't have to know. If he walked in while she was on, then she could say that she was checking her email. He probably didn't have anything embarrassing on his laptop. She couldn't imagine him on hooker websites or hard-core porn. It would be the boring usual, she was sure. Email, social media, probably some work-related things, and maybe even some Buzzfeed videos. That would be it. Completely harmless.
She checked the oven, her phone to see if Alex had texted during the long drive. He still wasn't back. So she settled on the couch facing the window, her back to the kitchen, and opened the laptop. She was right about most of his history. It was the usual mundane things. He had looked up several websites on managing personal and professional lives, though, as well as articles about reconciling with family. She glanced at the picture on the wall. They all looked close and happy in that photo. Happier than Alex had ever looked at work. But when she looked closer she realized it was several years old. Alex couldn't have been older than twenty. Was it possible that they had become estranged over time? It wasn’t something she could bring up casually over dinner. This was none of her business.
She scrolled through a few more and then her cursor hovered over a website not like the rest. It was definitely a porn site. No doubt about that. She bit her lip. What did Alex Reid fantasize about in bed? Before she could think better about it, she clicked on it. Pictures of women being fucked filled the screen. Heart racing, she quickly scrolled down to see short videos and teasers. She couldn’t stop looking, her own body becoming aroused as she went through pictures of women sucking men's cocks and women spreading their legs as men slipped inside of them. She didn't dare turn on one of the videos, scared of coming right on Alex's couch, but looked through the pictures, moisture pooled between her legs.
"You are making it very hard to be a gentleman."
Jamie jumped and slammed the laptop lid shut. "I-I d-didn't hear you c-come in," she stammered. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life.
"I can tell." The tone of his voice giving away nothing.
She bit her lip and his eyes immediately went to her mouth. “Sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.
"I can honestly say I’ve never come home to a woman watching porn.”
“I am so sorry.” She wished the ground would open and swallow her up.
“Don’t be.”
“Excuse me?” She noticed a corner of his mouth curve upwards.
“That’s probably the coolest thing I’ve seen you do. And the highlight of my day.”
He hadn’t realized she had been going through his personal history. Another thought occurred to her. “Please don’t think I do this during work time. I’ve never...” She let her voice trail off, the need to defend only seemed to be making her look guiltier.
“Do you enjoy torturing me?"
Her breathing quickened as he took a step toward her. He came close, but not close enough for her to feel him. She desperately wanted him to do what she’d seen on the website to her. It was completely unprofessional, completely wrong and yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She’d apologize and deal with it in the morning if he would just force her to spread her legs so she could beg him to slip inside of her.
"If you don't want this to go any further, then I suggest you leave right now," he said, his voice low and husky.
Jamie didn't move. If she had any sense at all she would leave right now. But she was rooted to the spot. She wanted him so badly, more than she had ever wanted anyone else and she knew he wanted her. It’s just physical release. Nothing more.
"Jamie, if you don't leave, I will take you," he said tersely. "It’ll change everything."
"Fuck me," she whispered. “Please.”
He groaned and pulled her to him, his mouth claiming hers roughly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. Every part of her tingled as his hands roamed her body, sending trails of fire over her skin. She attacked him just as fiercely, slipping her fingers beneath his shirt to explore every inch of his hot, chiseled chest. He shivered beneath her touch.
"Please, Alex," she murmured. "Please."
He groaned and kissed her neck, grabbing her shirt and pulling it up so he could hold her breasts. “You have me," he whispered as he kissed each breast. “I want to fuck you right here.”
“Then do it.” She pulled her shirt off and reached for the clasp of her bra.
His hands covered hers and stopped her. “No, not here.” He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. Jamie made no move to stop things as he set her on the bed. "You're so perfect.” His eyes roamed over her upper body and down her jeans, scorching her body as if he could set her on fire with just his gaze.
She wasn’t perfect. Far from it. “You have the perfect body.” She grinned wickedly as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his muscled torso. She bit her lip as his eyes pierced her and he moved toward her before claiming her mouth once again.
"You're mine," he said, his hands gripping her hips. "You're fucking mine, Jamie."
She smiled and then gasped as he kissed her neck again. She was completely his and that was perfectly fine with her. The boldness she had felt earlier after her shower returned. He needed to know how much he was hers as well. Jamie flipped him over onto his back deftly before grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head. She kissed his mouth and then worked her way down his torso. Every kiss she gave him made his mouth open in a silent gasp of pleasure. She sucked lightly on each of his nipples and kissed his stomach lightly, watching it twitch with every touch. When her lips reached the band of his pants she took her finger and hooked it on the inside of it gently, never taking her eyes off of his face. She was fascinated by the waves of emotions playing across his face as she slowly unzipped his pants. Lust, need, and ecstasy were all there for the picking
His swollen cock pressed against his boxer briefs and she slipped her hand around it. Alex’s eyes closed in pleasure. When she put her lips around it he yelped, and bucked under her. "Jamie," he said hoarsely. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come."
The power she had over him gave her a thrill and she licked him gently, feeling him squirm from under her. She wasn’t going to stop. She grinned wickedly, he might be a dominating force in the boardroom, but she was the dominating one in the bedroom.
When he started to shake as he trembled to control himself, she quickly let him go.
Alex looked at her, wide-eyed and gasping. "Are you trying to kill me?"
Jamie ran her tongue over her lips, tasting him. "Not yet." She slid her body against his so she could kiss his neck. "But I'm glad you liked it," she whispered in his ear. She waited for his heart rate to slow and his breathing to even out before reaching down and stroking him with her hand.
“You could kill a man with your touch.” He moaned softly into her hair and held her tightly. "You're so fucking sexy."
She brought her mouth to his and forced her tongue inside. Her hand’s rhythm increased and she could feel him grow harder. She desperately wanted it inside of her. To watch him thrust deep and lose all control.
In one quick motion he grabbed her hand and shifted so he was on top of her. "My turn." He gently kissed her neck and worked his way down, his hands roaming her chest and reaching for the clip on the front of her bra. His other hand slid down to her jean button. When Jamie realized what he was doing, she grabbed it and pushed his hand away.
"No," she whispere
d. “Not with the lights on.” She couldn't let him see the fat rolls and watch him try to hold back his disgust. It was courageous enough she’d thrown her shirt off. It lay in the other room so she couldn’t cover herself with it now. But the lights... if she lay naked on his bed and if she saw him recoil from her, she would die.
"I want to see you," he whispered, his eyes burning with desire.
"Not with the lights on.”
He sighed, his hand reaching down into her pants and fingering her gently. Pleasure rolled over her and she closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy his touch while growing wetter and wetter from it. He kissed her temple as one of his fingers played with her and another one explored inside her. The pressure inside of her built and she squirmed as he kept up his torture.
He stopped just as she was about to come. "Not yet," he whispered. "I want to be inside of you when you climax."
He rolled on top of her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm against hers as he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. He slid it on his shaft, and before she could protest, he pulled down her pants, her body sliding to the edge of his high bed. He stood and spread her legs, burying himself inside of her. Jamie's climax came immediately and she cried out as ecstasy and pleasure filled her and left her shaking and quivering. Alex shuddered as his own climax came, leaving him breathless and thrusting inside of her as his passion filled the condom. He fell on top of her and lay there a moment before pulling out and taking off the condom.
She ran her fingers through his hair, sure she would never have the pleasure of doing it again. “You’re not angry with me, are you?” she whispered.
"What would I be mad about?" He looked at her as he stepped back into his boxers.
She clipped her bra back on and reached for her jeans. "I went through your laptop history. That's how I found that porn site."
He chuckled. “I normally wouldn’t condone violations of privacy, but it turned out so well this time that I think I'll just let it slide." He kissed her neck. “Slide in and out and in and out again.”
Jamie grinned, relief washing over her and she laughed. "Good. I'm glad I was able to be good enough to get out of any punishment." What had come over her tonight?
"I knew you’d be good. Just not that good," he said, his face serious. "You really are incredible, Jamie. Amazing.”
She was good at her job, but great at sex? That didn’t seem possible.
~ The End ~
Managing the Bosses Too
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BOOK DESCRIPTION:
Charity Thompson wants to save the world, one hospital at a time. Instead of finishing med school to become a doctor, she chooses a different path and raises money for hospitals – new wings, equipment, whatever they need. Except there is one hospital she would be happy never to set foot in again—her fathers. So of course he hires her to create a gala for his sixty-fifth birthday. Charity can’t say no. Now she is working in the one place she doesn’t want to be. Except she’s attracted to Dr. Elijah Bennet, the handsome playboy chief.
Will she ever prove to her father that’s she’s more than a med school dropout? Or will her attraction to Elijah keep her from repairing the one thing she desperately wants to fix?
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Saving Forever
Chapter 1
“You do realize you have a very unique name for the business you’re in?” The doctor smiled and winked at her. His hazelnut eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m sure you’ve been told that a million times.”
Charity laughed. “My mother must have planned it all while I was in her tummy.” She tucked a chunk of her long blond hair behind her ear. It had been six years since her mother had lost her battle against cancer, which had completely changed Charity’s career course. The day after the funeral, she had dropped out of medical school and hadn’t looked back since. She couldn’t say the same about her father. She forced a grin and focused on the moment. “It’s even more ironic now that I’m signing a two-year contract with you guys. How shall we put the press release? Forever Hope Hospital hires Charity Thompson as their new Fundraiser Liaison. Kind of a tongue twister, eh, Dr. Parker?”
“Just Malcolm, please. We’re working together now. It’s in the two-year contract you just signed. It says you are to refer to Dr. Parker as Malcolm only.” He held it up, teasing her.
Dr. Parker—er, Malcolm—couldn’t be much older than Charity, maybe five years tops. Cropped hair and chiseled features probably made him popular talk amongst the staff and patients. She knew he was single, recently divorced, with no children. She wondered how long it would take a first year or nurse to ‘make the rounds’ with him. Or maybe he would surprise her and actually be a decent guy.
“As for the press release, I can’t wait to see everyone and anyone’s reaction. It’s going to be a big success. Between the humor in your name and job, your awesome track record for success...” He pointed and in a very kind voice added, “Your beautiful face, plus the fact that your father is the Doctor Thompson, I’m not sure we should send the press release to the local papers or to the American Journal of Medicine.” He stood and reached out his hand. “I’m teasing again, of course. We’re all very excited to have you on board.”
Charity stood and shook his hand, making sure to add just the right amount of firmness to show her strength and still remain feminine. “I’m excited to get started.”
“This hospital needs your help. We’re in dire straits. Between the state cutbacks, the simple lack of funds, our long term care ward, and our outpatient surgery floor is anciently outdated, we either need to update or close down. People are starting to skip past us and are driving the extra forty-five minutes to Atlanta General.” He shook his head. “You already know this, sorry. I just hear it everyday, a million times a day.”
Charity sat back down and pulled her iPad out of her briefcase. “Then we need to get started right away.” She flipped to the screen she’d written the list of things she needed from the hospital. “I’m going to need the hospital’s financial records, and a calendar of events you already have set up. I’d like to plan a charity luncheon in about six weeks to get the ball rolling. Remember, this isn’t going to be fixed overnight. It’s a process, and two years is the goal. We’ll get there.”
Vibration from the doctor’s cell phone on his desk made her pause. They both looked at the phone and then at each other.
“Continue, please.” He glanced at the phone and then back at her.
“You’re busy. You need to take care of hospital issues. Why don’t I talk to your assistant and check your calendar? We need to pick a day in five or six weeks that you can take a long lunch break.” She thought back to his comment about her having a pretty face. “We need to use those good looks of yours and get some lovely high society ladies wanting to spend money on the hospital with the hot doc.”
He blinked, surprise clear on his face. “I’m not sure if I should be insulted or pleased. Hot Doc?”
She laughed. “Sometimes pretty works and you have to use it.” She stood and slipped her briefcase strap over her shoulder. “Sorry, doc, but you’re single, good-looking, and funny. I’m going to have to use you as a marketing tool to get a few charities going.” She held up her hand. “I promise no cheesy date auctions or prostitution. Just need to use your... your atmosphere to see how awesome the staff and hospital really are.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes. I love this place and want everyone else to love it as well.”
They were going to work together just fine. “You need to go be a doctor and I need to set up my office.”
The doctor slapped his forehead
. “I almost forgot! Your new office is to the right of the elevator. I’ve had it cleared, and your name’s supposed to be up on the glass by the end of the day. I’ll get my assistant to show you where, and she’ll also bring any information you need.” He pressed the red button on the intercom phone on his desk. “Amanda, do you mind helping Ms. Thompson?”
A millisecond later, the office door opened and in rushed a tiny, petite lady. Her silver hair in a messy bun held a pair of reading glasses stuck on the top of her head. “Doctor Parker, Doctor Mallone is trying to get a hold of you. He needs you in Emerg right away.” She turned, almost floating like a little fairy. “Ms. Thompson, let’s go.” She disappeared out the door, her little shoes tapping down the hall.
It felt like being in third grade all over again. Charity raised her eyebrows but wasn’t about to disobey Amanda. As she took a step toward the door, a smooth hand touched her elbow.
“She’s harmless,” Malcolm whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear, “but I’ve never crossed her.” He chuckled as he let go of her. “Good luck.”
Charity mouthed a sarcastic Thank-you and hurried out the door. She could feel Malcolm’s breath cooling on her skin as her long strides slowly caught up to Amanda.
“I had a two-sided desk set up in your office. I also had them set up a bookcase, but didn’t know what else you would need.” Amanda’s words punched out with each tap of her shoes. She stopped in front of a frosted glass door and pulled a key out of her pocket. “This is yours.” She handed to key to Charity. “I’m glad you’ve come. Welcome to Forever Hope. Just let me know if you need anything else.” She stood waiting.
“Thanks.” Charity realized the woman wanted her to open the door, so she hurriedly put the key into the lock and turned it. She pushed the door open and grinned when she stepped inside.
“Will it work?” Amanda asked.
