Seduction in a Suit: An Office Romance Collection

by Monica Corwin

  “I could get used to hearing that.” He dropped his pants, took his impressive length in his hands, and replaced the rope with his cock.

  We both groaned as he sank into me. His hips started moving, and he leaned over the desk to kiss me. His weight pressed against the loose rope still between us, and every time he rocked, the rope rubbed against my clit. His solid chest against mine shifted the rope he’d tied against my nipples. They puckered even more and ached for his touch all over them. He didn’t disappoint. The rough skin on his hands fired me up even more as he fondled and pinched them. I raked my fingernails down his back while hot sensations pulsed through me.

  Soon I was coming, clamping down around his cock in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. Cyrus’s followed, and he groaned into my mouth as he spilled inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, breathless and still connected.

  “I’ve always wanted you like that,” I said dreamily as I ran my fingers through his hair.

  He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his hands caressing me through the ropes. “Just like that?”

  “No. This was so much better than I could have ever imagined.” I had imagined sex with Cyrus, many, many times. But those fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing.

  “Me too, Addie,” he said, his voice soft. Seeming reluctant to pull out, he stood and helped me to a sitting position. He removed all of the ropes with a tender touch, gently rubbing the places burned red, and kissing me all the while.

  “Is this going to make things awkward?” I asked while we dressed, even though I was afraid of the answer. “You are my boss, after all.”

  He crossed toward me, the muscles underneath his unbuttoned shirt rippling, and tipped my chin so I’d look at him. “No. Unless you’re uncomfortable with it.”

  I shook my head. “I’m not, but normally places of employment frown on employees being tied up on top of desks. Underneath desks, too. Pretty much tied up in general. And that’s not counting all the mind-blowing sex we just had.”

  “It works a little differently here at kink.club.” He fished his cell from his pocket, swiped a few times, then showed me the screen. “Especially when you’re the match of the boss.”

  I blinked at the name. Addison Blevins. That was definitely me. “I’m your match?”

  “Kink.club’s 97% success rate says yes. You are.” He brushed a stray hair off my cheek. “And I’ve always known it.”

  I had too. I didn’t even have to sign up to kink.club.com to know he was my match.

  “It wasn’t just my guilt over your dad that made me keep thinking about you over the years,” he continued. “It was you. Always you.”

  His words melted over me, and I sank into them with a smile. But my smile froze. A sudden thought forced its way into my head, and I blurted it out just so I wouldn’t have to taste its bitter edge. “Is that why you hired me?”

  “No.” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. “I got the text after I hired you. But it’s up to you if you want to stay here. With me. You can leave at any time, leave both me and the company if anything makes you uncomfortable. I can even transfer you to another department or branch. It’s all up to you. But if you stay…” He fingered the buttons on my shirt, his breath warming my cheek. “We’ll be putting that reward system of yours to the test.”

  I shivered, enjoying the sound of that. We’d have to put ourselves on a strict schedule so we could get actual work done. Maybe put up a Do Not Disturb sign.

  I couldn’t see how I could walk away from any of this. Great pay, generous benefits, an outdoor oasis on the bottom floor, interesting, relevant-to-my-degrees work away from most people, a sexy boss I’d been in love with most of my life, and incredible, kinky sex with him all over his office. How could I go wrong with all of that?

  Cyrus must’ve guessed my answer from my expression because his face lit up and he chuckled, a pleasant sound I could get used to hearing.

  I pressed my lips against his smile. “I’ve already been bound to you. I think I’d like to stay that way.”

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  Protection: Codes of Conduct

  Janae Keyes

  Protection: Codes of Conduct

  Copyright © 2018, Janae Keyes

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. References to real people, characters, businesses, place, events and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely fictional and not meant to be considered real.

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  Edited by. Deliara (Nicole) Davis

  Protection: Codes of Conduct

  Kaitlyn Marshall – Successful, beautiful, intelligent, and the daughter of the President of the United States of America.

  Evan Stewards – Not your average man in a suit. Secret Service Agent, brave, and reliable.

  When Kaitlyn’s life is in danger, she learns just how vital her Secret Service detail is to the protection of her life and heart. Codes of conduct are meant to be broken, aren’t they?

  1

  Kaitlyn

  Stop fidgeting,” I whispered to the teenager standing next to me. Kandace, my little sister, glanced up at me for a brief moment. I moved a stray hair from her face, and she rolled her brown eyes— typical thirteen-year-old.

  We couldn’t be more different, I was twenty-five and already settled into my adult life, she was just a teenager who thought she knew everything. I couldn’t wait for her rude awakening.

  “I’m cold,” she hissed, hugging her wool coat around her petite frame while shivering fiercely.

  “Try not to look cold, the cameras are on us,” I informed her knowingly through gritted teeth and a fake smile, before I returned my attention to the ceremony taking place.

  Cameras were directly on us, there was no doubt about that. Today was the day our mother, Tracy Marshall, was being sworn in as President of the United States. Everything I could remember in my entire life had led up to this moment. My mom had worked hard for this since she was a little girl. Now, my mother’s hard work was going to pay off as she became the second African-American— and first female— president.

  I swept my hair across my shoulder as Mom approached the podium. She gave Kandace and me a grand smile, her eyes filled with tears. Across from her stood the chief justice of the Supreme Court in his ceremonial robe.

  A strong gust of wind whipped around us as my father held the bible in his hand. I grabbed my hat to keep it from flying away, hair whipping around my face and sticking to my lip-gloss. Whoever came up with the idea of doing this in January ‘wasn’t the smartest cookie in the box’, as Mom would say. Personally, I’d just say they were fucking idiots.

  “Governor Marshall, are you prepared to take the Oath of Office?” the justice spoke to my mother, interrupting my thoughts. I almost laughed out loud at him, speaking to Mom as though this was a trick question. She was more than ready. She was born for this moment.

  “I sure am,” she cheered. I don’t think I’d ever seen her as excited as she was now, except maybe when I got my acceptance letter to Stanford.

  Her hand went on top of that bible and fused to it. Dad was looking at her, with the biggest smile on his face. He’d been with her every step of the way, and vice versa. Senator Nelson Marshall, and soon to be President of the Unite
d States Tracy Marshall, were a packaged item.

  “Repeat after me,” Justice Thompson began with my mom nodding in response. “I, Tracy Christine Marshall, do solemnly swear.”

  “I, Tracy Christine Marshall, do solemnly swear,” my mother repeated tears welling in her eyes, smile spreading even wider.

  “That I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States.”

  “That I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States,” I watched proudly as she spoke with every inch of strength she had inside, the crowd began to go wild. I took ahold of Kandace’s hand and squeezed it.

  “And will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.” The words of the justice echoed around me. I swallowed, knowing my mother was going to be the most powerful woman in the world moments from now.

  “And will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States,” I could have shit my pants.

  When I was born, my mom was in congress, she’d just been elected. She sacrificed a lot, but it paid off. She was standing at the US Capitol, her hand on the bible, becoming the President.

  “So help you God?” His words were firm.

  “So help me God!” The crowd erupted into cheers, screams, and whistles. She was the President of the United States.

  Kandace, Dad, and I were quick to return to our seats as my mom, Tracy Marshall, took the podium to give her Inaugural Address.

  A hand took mine and squeezed. I was seated next to who I considered to be the love of my life. My eyelids fluttered as I glanced in his direction.. I was one lucky girl to call this tall glass of chocolate milk my boyfriend with his whipped cream smile.

  Congressman Michael Ford and I were going on two years together. We’d first bumped into one another at a fundraising event my mom was having in San Francisco. He was charming and fine as hell. I took a chance and never turned back.

  Michael was much more mature than the guys I’d been dating at the time, but, he held six years on me. He was accomplished and hardworking. He’d been everything I wanted, and now I was only waiting for the day he put a ring on it. I’d been dropping hints left and right, yet he seemed blind to them.

  “What’s after this?” Michael whispered, his plump lips just brushing my earlobe, causing a shiver to cascade down my spine.

  “The parade to the White House, photo ops, meeting with the security detail, and getting ready for all the balls tonight,” I returned, going through the list for the millionth time in my head.

  “Mmm, I know you have a sexy little number picked out for tonight,” he hissed.

  I bit my lip and smiled as I thought about the four dresses I had waiting for all the balls we would attend tonight alone. The past week had been spent at dozens of lavish parties across Washington, D.C., in celebration of this moment, and the next four, possibly eight years.

  “I have a little something-something, don’t worry,” I smirked secretively, before pressing my lips to his. For a moment, I decided to ignore the cameras and the eyes of the world. I wanted to kiss the man I loved. Fuck, what everyone thought. What was the worst the media could say? President’s daughter shows affection for the love of her life.

  “Hey, you two,” Dad’s stern voice interrupted our moment.

  I giggled and turned my attention back to Mom. She stood at the podium as proud as she should be. I knew I could never…would never fill her shoes. I didn’t have what she had, and that was okay. I had my own dreams and ambitions my family and boyfriend stood by. I was one lucky girl, there was no doubt.

  “Together, you the citizens of this great nation–the United States of America, and I. We will rebuild our country from the ashes of the last administration, and we will regain the greatness he said we lacked,” my mother proclaimed with every person standing on their feet cheering in jubilation.

  I sat on Michael’s lap while he and I, along with Kandace, awaited my parents who were walking the former President and First Lady to the helicopter as power was transitioned. I nuzzled up to Michael who ran his hand over my arm.

  “I can’t wait until this day is over,” I moaned.

  “I thought you were having fun,” Michael kissed my forehead.

  “I am, my feet are just killing me,” I groaned as I slipped from my heels. I wanted the night to end with a footbath and a nice massage.

  I spotted a group of men chatting in a corner. They were black suits and obviously members of the Secret Service. One caught my eye, I’d seen him a few times in the past weeks as things were getting prepared for Mom to take office. He’d been in and out of my townhouse a couple of times. I wondered if he was who I needed to talk to about the destruction of the downstairs guest bedroom.

  As I watched the men, the one who’d caught my eye glanced in my direction. Our eyes connected for a brief moment sending tingles through my core and causing butterflies to float through my stomach. I swallowed and turned to face Michael.

  “Okay, we’re back,” Mom entered the room, Dad by her side.

  They were the total definition of “black love”, always on point, always in love, and ride or die till the end of time. I modeled my relationship after theirs; two hard working black people who had teamed up together in life, love, and politics.

  I slipped off Michael’s lap and stood. Michael’s hands on my hips and Kandace standing next to us. It was the first time that day where we were all together, and nearly alone as a family. Our lives were changed— along with the lives of everyone in the world— as my mother was going to be an infallible leader.

  “Madame President,” greeted one of the Secret Service agents who’d been standing in the corner. I also recognized him, his name was Jeff and he’d been introduced the week prior as the head of my mom’s detail. “I’m prepared to do the family security briefing.”

  “Yes, Jeff, take it away,” Mom acknowledged.

  Jeff was tall, dark hair with graying edges, and a bulky build. He took the floor and the men behind him followed. None of the men really displayed much emotion on their faces, but I supposed they were trained to be that way.

  “I’ve met all of you, but now it is time for you to meet your personal details. Mr. Marshall has already been acquainted with his detail, but Kaitlyn and Kandace have not. Kandace, your detail is headed by Aaron Finch,” A blonde man gave Kandace a wave, I was under the assumption he was Aaron. I tried to hold back a snicker at the idea of this grown man having to shadow a thirteen-year-old girl.

  “Kaitlyn,” my head shot in his direction. “Your detail is headed by Evan Stewards.” The man I’d recognized moments earlier gave me an acknowledging wave. The thoughts I had swirling through my head while staring at that man were never to be spoken, especially as my boyfriend was standing right behind me.

  “I’m going to turn the floor over the Joshua Vickers, our tech coordinator,” Jeff stepped aside.

  The guy who took the floor wasn’t in a suit, but instead dressed far more casually in a button-up with rolled up sleeves and black slacks.

  “I’m Joshua and these are your new cell phones,” he held up a box in his hands. He walked to my mother and handed her three phones, two to my dad, one to Kandace, and two to me.

  My phones had been confiscated the night before and I was under the impression they would be returned, yet they weren’t and now I was receiving new phones.

  “Where’s my old phones?” I was concerned about my personal cell.

  “Yeah. Hey, my new phone doesn’t have Snapchat!” Kandace piped in.

  “Your old phones have been destroyed,” Joshua began.

  “The fuck!” I cried.

  “Kaitlyn, language!” my mom hissed impulsively.

  “Your old phones were not secured lines. You have been presented with new secured phones. All of your contacts have been transferred for your convenience, but the old phones are gone,” Joshua explained. I was trying to wrap my mind aroun
d the fact that my phone had been destroyed in the first place. “There will be no unapproved social media usage on your phones due to security and other reasons.”

  “This sucks,” Kandace grunted in defeat as she plopped down on the couch. If I was thirteen I’d have said the exact same thing as she did. It did suck, ass.

  “What about the photos and other items on my old phone?” I thought of all the nude photos I’d taken and sent to Michael. There was a good chunk of time where Michael was out of town traveling while he worked and campaigned, we had to keep our sex life alive somehow. My biggest worry was who saw the content of my phone.

  “All destroyed,” Joshua insisted. “You all have new phone numbers as well, please be mindful of who you give your number to. If you need any help, you will be provided with my number and email address.” I groaned in defeat. I’d have to redistribute my work number to all who needed it.

  “Thank you, Joshua. I know all of you have other business to attend to. Through the day your Secret Service detail will check in with you, and congratulations Madame President,” Jeff ended his whole spiel.

  I turned to face Michael and wrapped my arms around his neck. He bent and gave me a gentle kiss before smiling down at me.

  “So, you have some photo ops and such?” he slid his hands over my hips and down my backside.

  “Mmm hmm, then we get ready for the balls tonight,” I told him.

  Standing with Michael, I felt someone’s eyes on me. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see the head of my detail, Evan, watching me. I turned my attention back to Michael as quickly as I could.

  “I’m going to see you later then, Baby. I have a few interviews lined up and I want to check in at my office. I’ll be back later to attend the balls with you. I hope you look sexy tonight,” Michael said before giving me a final kiss, his hands leaving my body.