The Office Slave #2: The Boss (7 page)

Excerpt

As she lay stretched out on the lounge
chair, she imagined Matt sitting beside her, wearing only a bathing
suit, his muscular chest and well-sculpted abs on display. She'd
love to convince him to go skinny-dipping with her. The thought of
him stripping off his swimming trunks and walking to the pool with
the hot afternoon sun blazing on his naked body as his large cock
swung back and forth set her insides quivering. He'd dive into the
water and surface, his body glazed in glistening water. Then he'd
walk toward her and... things would progress nicely from there.

She sighed, an image of his big, hard cock in
her mind. She licked her lips, wishing she could wrap her hands
around it right now. Wishing she could take it in her mouth.

Then she realized there was nothing stopping
her. He was only a few yards away, with only a brick wall between
them. She could march in the patio door and down the hall in ten
seconds flat. The fact that he was working and she'd have to coax
him away made her realize this was a great way to turn the tables.
Give her a chance to be in control.

She put her book on the teak table beside the
lounge chair and stood up. Then a grin curled her lips. It would be
much easier to distract him from his work if she was naked. She
reached behind her and unfastened her bikini top, then wiggled her
bottoms down her legs and off. As she walked toward the patio door,
she cupped her right breast, and grazed her thumb tip over the
nipple, sending sparks of awareness dancing through her. She
flicked back and forth until it hardened.

She slid open the patio door and stepped
inside, shivering a little as she stepped from the eighty-degree
weather outside to the cool air-conditioned house. Both nipples
tightened to hard nubs, but when she reached Matt's office door,
she toyed with them to ensure both were hard and thrusting straight
out. Then she knocked.

"Come in," he said.

She turned the doorknob and stepped into the
room.

Matt sat at his desk, staring at the
computer. He didn't even glance up when she entered.

"Hi," she said, leaning against the
doorjamb.

"Hi," he said without looking up, totally
engrossed in whatever was on his screen, his fingers flickering
across the keyboard with a tapping sound.

She pursed her lips, but strolled across the
room undaunted, her hips swaying. Not that he noticed.

"I thought you might want a little break."
She stood beside him now.

"Not really. I'd like to work for another
hour, then I'll be yours for the rest of the weekend."

She had no idea if he really meant an hour or
if one would turn to four. He'd never brought work to do when he
was with her before.

"But I'd like you to be mine right now." She
crouched beside him and stroked her hand up his thigh.

His eyes widened when he realized she was
naked. But to her shock, he returned to typing on his keyboard.
"I'm afraid I have to keep working."

But the slight smile turning up Matt's lips
tipped Kate off that he was toying with her. Not to be put off, she
glided her hand over his crotch. The feel of the growing bulge
under the fabric encouraged her. She stroked several times, then
glided her fingers firmly along the sides of his shaft. The already
large bulge grew even more. It was rock-hard under her
fingertips.

She grabbed the tab of his zipper and pulled
it down slowly. The soft denim opened as she pressed her hand
inside, then slipped it under the thin cotton boxers beneath until
she found his hot, hard staff. Like molten marble.

She drew it out and gazed at it. Long and
hard. Thin veins pulsing on the sides. She stroked it, from base to
tip, then back again. She glanced at his face. His lips were
tightly compressed as he continued to concentrate on the
screen.

She shifted in front of him, shimmying under
the desk since he continued to type. She leaned forward and pressed
his big cockhead to her lips, then licked him. She thought she
heard a groan, but when she glanced up, he was still staring
intently at the computer screen. Her lips wrapped around his huge
tip until it filled her mouth. She sucked and this time she
definitely heard him groan. As she watched, he determinedly
continued to type, but his fingers faltered as she glided down his
hard shaft, taking him deeper. She squeezed as she glided away
again, then sucked and licked the crown.

She loved having his cockhead filling her
mouth. Loved squeezing it inside her. The tip of her tongue glided
over it, then toyed with the small hole, tasting a salty drop of
pre-come. It was definite evidence that he was interested. Not that
the huge cock in her mouth wasn't a dead giveaway.

She drew it from her lips and stroked, his
shaft warm and damp from her saliva. "I think you're ready for a
break." Her lips curled up in a smile.

He gazed at her, but shook his head. "No, I
really have to keep working."

If it weren't for the twinkle in his eyes,
she would have been uncertain, but he was definitely toying with
her. She drew her shoulders back in determination, then swallowed
his cock into her mouth and began sucking in earnest. He swelled
even bigger. She dove down as deep as she could, taking him down
her throat, then she drew back. Down again, then back. Her
fingertips found his balls and she stroked, then glided underneath
and cupped them in her hand, all the while sliding his hard cock in
and out of her mouth.

His balls tightened and she knew he was
getting close. She could just continue and suck down the fountain
that was sure to blow at any second, but she didn't. Not with him
still typing away, though quite erratically now.

She grabbed the armrests of his chair and
rolled it backward as she pushed herself out from under the desk.
Then, holding his cock firmly in her hand, she turned her back to
him and lowered herself until he pressed against her slick slit.
Then she lowered herself the rest of the way onto his lap.

Oh, God, that marble-hard shaft felt like
heaven gliding into her. It stretched her like no other had before.
It was so long and so freaking thick. She groaned when she finally
rested on his muscular thighs, then tightened her passage around
him.

His typing had stopped, but then he had the
nerve to start again. She glanced at the screen in front of them
and smiled as she noticed everything he'd typed over the past few
minutes was all gobbledygook. She took one of his hands and placed
it on her naked breast, then pressed it hard against her. Her rigid
nipple pressed deep into his palm. She took his other hand and
pressed it to her mound, encouraging his finger to find her clit.
His fingers moved frustratingly away and gripped her hips.

"You've displeased me by interrupting my
concentration. Now I need to punish you."

She frowned. Really? For taking control this
time? But the thought sent quivers through her. How would he punish
her?

He grasped her waist and lifted her from his
lap. His hard cock dragged along her sensitive passage, nearly
sending her over the edge. Then it dropped from her and bounced
upward as he set her on her feet. He stood up and grasped her
shoulders, then guided her around the other side of his big desk.
He swiped his arm across the surface, knocking everything to the
floor. Papers, pens, desk accessories. Even his empty coffee
mug.

Then he leaned her over the desk until her
naked nipples pressed against the cold oak surface. A flattened
hand on her back pressed her down harder, her breasts crushed
against the hard wood.

"You are a very bad girl, disobeying my
wishes like that."

He pressed his knees between her thighs and
pushed her legs wider apart. His hand stroked over her behind, then
slid between her legs. He stroked her wet slit several times, then
she felt something hard and hot press against her. His cock pushed
forward, and slid inside her.

"Do you like that?"

Oh, God, of course she did, but she wasn't
sure if she should say yes or no. After all, this was to be a
punishment.

When she didn't answer, he coiled his hand in
her long, auburn hair and drew her head back until her neck curved
against his shoulder.

"I asked if you like it?"

"Yes," she responded.

by Opal Carew

Held captive by a domineering sheikh…

…
and made to pay for a crime she did not
commit

Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a
plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs
could lead to so much trouble. Now she is detained in an exotic
country by a devastatingly handsome sheikh... and ends up in his
harem.

Caution: Includes a little f/f, lots of hot
m/f and a heart thumping, romantic, sexual adventure you won't soon
forget!

Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a
plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs
could lead to so much trouble.

She sat staring at the glossy mahogany
desktop in front of her, wishing she still wore the light, cotton
sundress she'd donned this morning. The unaccustomed heat pressed
down on her like a heavy blanket, smothering her last few ounces of
energy. She scooped up her long hair so the breeze from the
overhead fan would cool her neck. The small relief it gave seemed
an intense pleasure compared to the rest of this dreadful day, and
she closed her eyes to savor it. This long, robe thing she'd been
forced to wear covered too much of her, as far as she was
concerned. She'd undone the top few buttons, but perspiration
glazed her back and dripped down between her breasts.

Why hadn't she stayed on that darned
plane?

She heard the door behind her open, and then
close with a firm thump. Despite her curiosity, she sat still in
the stiff, wooden chair, determined not to glance around.

Who was it this time? Hopefully, not those
two goons who had dragged her here. She had explained to them that
she'd done nothing wrong, that in fact, she'd been the victim of a
robbery, but they'd barely understood a word she'd said or they'd
chosen not to. She couldn't be sure.

They'd kept her sitting here for at least two
hours, with no regard to her comfort. Right now, she should be
safely aboard her homeward bound flight to Toronto. Asleep.

The newcomer's presence seeped through the
room, filling her with tension. As the seconds drifted by,
curiosity overwhelmed her.

She twisted around to look.

The man who stared back at her was the most
sinfully gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Raw masculinity emanated
from his tall, muscular body. His dark hair flowed to his broad
shoulder in waves, accentuating his square jaw, softened by full,
yet masculine lips.

He had the most stunning eyes. Intense. Dark.
Penetrating.

And intimidating.

His gaze swept over her, making a few stops
along the way. On the open buttons down the front, making her
intensely conscious of the fact that, at the angle he saw her, the
swell of her right breast was visible. On the sash she'd added to
cinch this loose, frumpy robe at the waist. On her crossed legs.
She had pulled the robe up to her knees in an attempt to cool off,
knowing she revealed less leg than she had in her sundress, yet
suddenly she felt shamelessly brazen.

Finally, his gaze pivoted to her face. The
intensity of it disturbed her.

He strode across the room and settled behind
the desk, laying a manila folder in front of him.

"Who are you? And why am I here?" she
demanded.

"I am Kadin and I am the one who will ask
questions."

His voice was quiet, but filled with
authority. The fact that he spoke English sent a wave of relief
through her, followed immediately by frustration. She had a dozen
or more questions to ask. She'd already missed her flight out of
here, and her wallet, passport, and luggage had been stolen. She
still had her purse, at least, she had until they'd brought her
here and confiscated it, but she had no money.

Where would she stay tonight? How would she
buy a ticket to get another flight home? And if she succeeded in
getting a ticket, how would she get across the border without a
passport?

Her frustration turned quickly to anger.
"Look, I was dragged here against my will and I demand that—

"Silence." His eyes flared to a fiery black.
"After what you have done, you have no right to demand
anything."

"What I've done?" she shot back, ignoring the
chill rushing down her spine at his intimidating tone. "I haven't
done anything. You don't seem to understand—"

"I understand very well." His sharp glare
fixed on her as he extended his arm toward her.

A large green pendant on a gold chain hung
from his hand. An emerald. Actually, the largest emerald she'd ever
seen. She reached out to touch it, but he snatched it into his
fist.

"This is Dhiya's. As are the clothes you wear
now," he stated flatly.

Her eyes widened. "So you know who robbed
me." Relief washed through her. "I guess that means you've caught
her. Great. I'd really like to get my things and ..."

His dark eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Don't play me for a fool. Why was my beloved
Dhiya's pendant in your purse? Why was she seen boarding a plane
wearing your clothes, traveling on your ticket, using your
passport?"

Her jaw tightened. She didn't like the sound
of this. This situation looked like trouble with a capital 'T.' She
had to straighten this guy out right now.

"I already explained to the other men that I
went into the washroom and this woman—"

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sharp
sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot.

"Silence!"

She gulped back the rest of her explanation
and stared at him. Quietly.