by Jenn Roseton
Smack! Adam hit her left globe. She gasped in surprise, her hands tensing on the sleek mahogany desktop. It hadn’t been a hard smack though, more of a light slap, and she realized she wanted another one.
Smack! This time it was a slap on the right side of her bottom. Jemma’s breathing hitched.
“Are you all right, Miss Jones?”
“Yes…Mr. Sinclair,” she replied in a desire-laden voice.
“Good.” She felt his body against her back, the smooth fabric of his jacket brushing against her spine. His hands cupped her breasts and his lips trailed a path of fire along her neck. Adam’s strong fingers caressed and tweaked her nipples until she moaned, wanting nothing more than for Adam to thrust himself into her right now.
“Can you handle some more?” he asked huskily, still teasing her nipples.
“Yes,” she whispered, reveling in the sweet torture his fingers were creating.
His hands trailed down her body until they rested on the globes of her ass. This time, both hands rubbed tantalizing circles on her cheeks until Jemma gasped. She quivered, full of need. Her panties were practically soaked through and in the silence she could hear the ticking of the wall clock. She didn’t know how much time had elapsed since they’d come back from lunch but it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime of pleasure packed in just a few minutes. She urgently pushed her bottom out, wanting - needing - Adam to spank her again.
Smack!
“Ohhh!” Desire licked through her. Adam’s hand had been firmer, spanking her squarely on her left cheek.
Slap! Jemma felt her right butt cheek start to glow.
Smack! Smack! Two quick slaps, both hitting a delicious spot between the juncture of her butt cheeks and thighs, one on each side.
Her breathing faltered. She was sure she could feel her moist juices start to run down her thighs. All she wanted was for Adam to sink his cock into her right now, to satisfy her aching pussy and needy clit.
Her clit begged to be touched. She took her left hand off the desk and rubbed herself through the dampness of her panties. The wet satin felt so good against her sensitive nub. Tiny bursts of pleasure raced through her and she bit back a moan.
She was so focused on her hungry clit that she jumped when he growled in her ear. “Did you like that, Miss Jones?”
“Yes…Mr. Sinclair,” Jemma replied shakily, her hand stilling.
Adam placed her hand back on the desktop. “Naughty,” he chided her, before teasingly rubbing her clit for two glorious seconds.
His hand left her secret nub, and Jemma whimpered, aching for more of his touch. She inhaled with a shudder as she felt his finger trail gently down her spine, making her nerve endings spark. He slowly traced the waistband of her satin panties.
“I’m going to take off your panties now. There’s something about the curve of your delectable ass that makes me want to see my hand print on it.”
She shivered with excitement as Adam deftly removed her panties, his fingers dipping into her wet folds, tormenting her with his sensual caress.
“Are you ready for some more, Miss Jones?”
“Yes, Mr. Sinclair.” Jemma realized she liked playing this game. She had never felt so consumed with longing and desire as she did at this moment.
Spank me, Mr. Sinclair. I need you to spank me!
“What’s the safe word?”
“Leather.” She waited with tense longing for the next smack.
“Very good.” His sexy voice was close to her ear.
Slap! Slap! Smack! Three quick, firm spanks made Jemma want even more.
Smack! Smack! Slap! Slap! Two slaps delivered to each sweet spot made her squirm with desire. Her pussy dripped with need.
“Please,” she moaned, panting slightly.
“Please what, Miss Jones?”
“Please - I need you inside me,” she begged. There was a silence. “Mr. Sinclair.”
He pressed his body against her back and cupped her breasts in his hands. His fingers tweaked and teased her nipples until Jemma thought she was going to explode right then and there.
“Please,” she repeated, her arms starting to tremble with the force of her desire. She could feel her bottom glowing, which only increased her hunger - for him.
His fiery lips kissed her neck before trailing one hand down to her hot, wet folds. His finger lightly circled her clit, before rubbing back and forth across the sensitive nub.
“Is this what you want?” he breathed in her ear.
“Yes,” Jemma whispered, her knees starting to buckle. Adam’s finger felt so good, right there, and she desperately needed to come. A few more seconds would be all that it would take--
“Not yet.” Adam’s hand moved to her butt and she whimpered in disappointment. She was going to die if she didn’t climax right now.
Slap! The light smack made her whole body tingle.
“Stay where you are, Miss Jones.“
She saw him walk over to the desk drawer and take out a condom. Jemma inhaled sharply, silently urging him to hurry.
Seconds later, Adam stood behind her. She heard the metallic rasp of his fly and then the familiar rip of the condom wrapper.
His hands cupped her glowing butt cheeks, massaging them sensually. “Did you enjoy your spanking, Miss Jones?”
“Yes, Mr. Sinclair,” Jemma answered in urgent honesty. “But please - I need you - right now.”
“Good,” he growled, rubbing his cock against her aching, wet pussy.
He plunged into her, his hands on her hips holding her in place. Jemma cried out as his large cock entered her, filling her completely. Adam thrust into her again and again, each stroke harder and harder. She moaned as his rigid shaft slid back and forth along her sensitive G-spot, certain she was going to shatter with desire right then and there.
Adam’s hand moved down to her clit, stroking and rubbing the engorged nub as he continued to slam into her. Jemma’s knees and arms started to tremble as she approached her climax.
Adam’s breathing grew harsher with each powerful stroke. Her breath hitched as she suddenly orgasmed, wave after wave of juddering pleasure coursing through her body.
He surged into her twice more, shuddering with the force of his climax. His body stilled, his large frame leaning against her back. She could feel the fabric of his jacket brushing her naked skin, and wondered at the fact that he was still dressed.
Adam carried her to the leather sofa and carefully placed her face-down on the buttery soft leather. “Stay there,” he whispered, before going back to the desk.
Jemma heard the soft swish of fabric and the opening and closing of a drawer. Then she felt Adam sit on the sofa near her legs. His strong hands trailed up to her bottom, which still felt a little heated after the incredible spanking he had given her.
“How is it?” he asked softly, trailing gentle fingers over her globes.
“Okay,” she murmured, still recovering from the amazing sex they had just shared. Being spanked by Adam had been a revelation.
“This should make it feel better.” She heard a small snap and then felt a soothing, cool lotion on her heated bottom.
“Mmm.” Jemma felt she could drift off to sleep any second as Adam’s fingers stroked the balm into her tender skin.
After a while, Adam’s hands stilled. “Don’t stop,” she protested sleepily.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m not finished with you yet.”
She opened her eyes, suddenly awake as desire stirred in her body once more. “Really? Are you going to spank me again?“
Adam ran his hands along her back. “Not today. But I’m glad that you liked it.“
“So am I,” she confided.
“Now turn around so I can kiss you.”
Jemma sat up and twisted around so that she was facing a gorgeously naked Adam. Her bottom felt a little slippery against the leather sofa.
“Come here.” He drew her into his arms and kissed her tenderly, his lips leisurely exploring her
s.
Jemma gave herself up to his delicious kiss, their tongues entwining with increasing passion. When Adam finally tore his mouth away, they were both breathing raggedly.
He pressed a burning kiss against her throat. “Lie back,” he commanded huskily.
Jemma obeyed, reclining her body on the soft leather. Adam positioned himself to her right, so he was lying on his side, his left arm propped up behind his head, supporting his weight.
His right hand trailed down to her breast, making her body tingle. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” His finger traced the outline of her nipple.
Jemma smiled teasingly and arched her back, encouraging him to continue playing with her nipple. “Maybe once or twice.” In fact, every time they made love Adam would tell her how beautiful she was or how much he wanted her. She only wished she was brave enough to tell him she was in love with him.
Adam’s lips brushed against hers, then he kissed her possessively, his thumb rubbing sensually across the top of her pebbled nub.
Jemma stretched out her hand to touch his chest, her fingers curling in the smattering of crisp, dark chest hair.
“Mmm,” she murmured when Adam lifted his lips from hers.
He grinned wolfishly. “I’ve barely started.”
Her eyes smoldered and she drew his head down, kissing him with increasing desire. He took control of the kiss, while at the same time his hand slid down her body until his fingers touched her slit.
He played with her folds as his tongue plundered her mouth. Jemma squirmed beneath his questing fingers, feeling moisture surge between her thighs.
Adam’s finger circled her clit, and Jemma gave herself up to the glorious sensations: Adam kissing her as if he couldn’t get enough of her, and the excitement that raced through her body as his finger caressed her sensitive nub over and over again.
He flicked her clitoris with his finger and she jerked, surprised at the response that flooded her lower body. Adam flicked her nub twice more, then stroked it soothingly.
His finger strokes became firmer and more persistent until Jemma felt her body tighten. Her orgasm exploded through her, wracking her frame with violent shudders, her cries muffled in his demanding kiss.
Adam kept stroking her clit, his finger relentless against her secret nub. A second wave of ecstasy quivered through her body, until she finally relaxed, boneless, on the sofa.
He finally ended the incredible kiss, his tongue tracing her lips before he lifted his head.
Jemma looked up at him beneath heavy lids. “Wow.”
“‘Wow’ indeed.” Adam put his finger to his lips and tasted her juices, holding her gaze with his. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Jemma Jones.”
All her feelings for him were reflected in her eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you either, Adam. Or should I say, Mr. Sinclair?”
Just then, the phone rang in the outer office. Before they could react, the answering machine took over. Jemma could just hear the tinny message through the closed door.
“Hi, Jemma, it’s Matt. I forgot to get your number when I saw you earlier today. Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
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Adam and Jemma’s erotic romance continues in Seduced By The Boss 3: For Her Pleasure, available in November 2012!
Have you read Seduced By The Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion ?
An excerpt is on the next page!
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Start at the beginning of Adam and Jemma's erotic romance with:
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!
Here's an 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 fed 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 o
f last night’s fantasy..."
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