Forbidden Curves (Steamy Taboo Romance)
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Authors: Talia Day
Forbidden
Curves
I ran my fingers along the inside
of my thigh, my body aching with lust.
I knew better than to fantasize about my boss, but damn me if I could
get him off my mind.
I could see
him from my desk, pacing the floor of his office in a conference call with some
big wig in Texas.
Mr. Avery was
tall and muscular, with a long torso and muscular, toned arms.
His hair was thick and dark, and his eyes
a smoldering blue.
His nose was
chiseled and his lips were full and begged to be kissed.
I glanced at the clock.
His call was scheduled to go until
two-thirty, and he didn’t have any appointments until three.
I knew it was naughty, but I couldn’t
seem to control my sex drive as of late.
I slid my fingers higher and pressed soft circles into my little
pearl.
With my left hand I picked
up a pencil and pretended to work, as my eyes followed Avery’s every move.
My body was excited with the
thrill.
I knew at any second he
could turn around, and the angle of my desk would give him a glimpse of my arm
disappearing beneath my desk.
Sure,
he probably wouldn’t ever suspect anything, but I would know.
I would know that his penetrating eyes
were watching me, catching me in the act of fucking myself to the thought of
him.
I slid two fingers beneath my
panties, and traced the hot, wet slit.
I could feel my heart racing with excitement and pleasure, each beat
bringing me closer to release.
“Fuck me Mr. Avery,” I whimpered
softly, imagining it was
him
inside of me.
“Oh my!” A disgusted voice called
out from my left.
I started at the sound, I hadn’t
heard anyone come in, but I knew by the sound of her voice that it was
Dina.
She was the office’s general secretary,
and she had been out to get me from the get go.
She’d probably snuck up on me
purposely.
Dina and I had both applied to
work for Mr. Avery when the job had come available.
She’d had more experience and a higher
education than I had, but somehow, I ended up getting the job.
I had already applied to three other
positions after finding out that she was my competition, so you can imagine my
surprise when I got the offer.
Unfortunately, Dina held a grudge like none other, and snubbing her was
about to bite me in the ass.
I yanked my fingers guiltily from
between my legs, my cheeks growing red with embarrassment.
I smiled the most nonchalant smile I
could manage and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened.
“Oh, hi Dina!
Mr. Avery’s on a conference call, it
will be another few minutes I think.”
My voice was much too high, and squeaked like some sort of hoity-toity
valley girl.
“Oh, I think I’ll just go on
in…
This is completely
unacceptable, and disgusting I might add.”
Her nose wrinkled and her lips turned downwards as she shuddered
dramatically.
I stared at her vacantly, as if I
had no idea what she was talking about.
It was her word against mine, and god knows I would deny it and act
entirely offended if she said so much as a word.
“Oh don’t look at me like you
don’t know what I’m talking about Lacey.
We have a security system in place you know, I can get the tapes.”
Her brown eyes glared at me with a look
of victory.
“You’re such a troll,” I shot
back. I knew we didn’t have cameras in the building.
My response was entirely unprofessional,
but somehow, it felt good saying it.
“Why I never!”
Dina stomped forward, her heels clacking
and her tight little pencil skirt swaying with her tiny hips.
I could feel a knot forming in my
stomach as I watched her approach Mr. Avery’s door.
She fixed her hair and pulled back
her shoulders as if readying herself for a date.
She was the kind of woman that I knew a
man like Mr. Avery would want.
She
was supermodel thin, with long wavy bleach blonde hair and a pretty face.
She had fake tits, which were rumored to
have been bought by her ex-boyfriend--and who also happened to be her last
boss.
I knew her type.
Women like her would do anything to get
a foot up, even if it meant selling themselves for it.
The way she was primping herself before Mr.
Avery’s door told me quite enough about why she really hated me.
It wasn’t that she had wanted the job,
she’d wanted Avery.
“It’s not going to look good if
you go in there and make some outrageous claim you know.”
I said flatly.
“No, I can’t imagine it would
look good,
for you
,” she shot back,
with venomous eyes.
“Just think about it,” I said
calmly.
I feigned that I was
talking to Mr. Avery, my eyes wide with shock:
“She said
what
?
Oh god,” I paused
dramatically, looking her in the eyes with an innocent stare, “it must be…no,
it
couldn’t
be…Dina is just such a
sweet girl.
Mr. James, do you think
she is trying to get me fired because she didn’t get the job…?”
I smiled wickedly.
Her brows pulled together in irritation
and I watched calmly as her eyes raged with fiery hatred.
“You’re a god damned liar.”
She breathed.
“Prove it bitch.”
Dina flew past me and down the
hall, her hand over her mouth as if she were shocked and horrified.
My lips turned up into a satisfied
grin.
Sure it was bad, but I was
starting to enjoy the way bad felt.
Mr. Avery turned around in his office and his eyes met mine briefly and
he crooked his head to the side and returned my grin.
I bit my lip innocently and went back to
my work as diligently as ever.
****
The telephone rang and I lazily
rolled across the couch and lifted the receiver to my ear.
“Hey Lace, I need a favor.”
It was my best friend Kate, and I
knew exactly what her idea of a favor entailed.
She was hot as a fire-roasted jalapeno,
and yet she was a shy as a damned turtle, she probably wanted me to come out on
a double date with her.
I groaned, “who is it this time
Kate?”
“Am I so obvious?” She
snorted.
“It’s this guy I met at
the gym.
He is oh my god drool all
over me hot and he asked me out.”
“And?”
I replied as if I were completely
ignorant to her plans.
“And I told him I that I had a
really sexy girlfriend and wondered if he had a friend who might want to meet
her…”
Kate had fixed me up on these tag
along dates since we were just teenagers.
I never much minded, even if the date sucked it meant a nice dinner out,
and Kate and I always managed to have a good time no matter what the
circumstances.
“There’s only one little tiny
thing though…”
“What is it Kate?”
“It’s…Tonight.”
“Damn you, you know I work
tomorrow.”
“It’s just this one time,” she
said in her sweetest most manipulative voice, “and I promise you’ll have fun.
Besides, it’s at the
Belvoux
,” she chirped with
excitement.
Even I was surprised by the fact
that the guy was taking her to the
Belvoux
.
The place was a basically a castle,
world renowned for its hot spring pools and gothic architecture.
Kate and I had always wanted to go there,
but considering the cost just to spend a day at the pool was over one hundred
dollars per person, it just wasn’t going to happen.
“Holy crap Kate, did you give the
guy a blow job or something?
No guy
drops two hundred bucks on a first date.
“
Shut
-
up
,” Kate
giggled.
“We’ll be over to pick you
up in an hour.”
Well, normally a date night with
Kate and her new love interest wouldn’t get me too worked up, but I have to
say, even I was excited about the adventure.
I showered and threw on a low cut top
and a nice sweater.
I thought about
wearing jeans but I was decided instead to pull out the big guns on this
one.
Sure, maybe my date would be a
total flop, but if he wasn’t I sure didn’t want to find myself looking like
some sort of frump.
Grabbing my
favorite skirt and a pair of stockings, I dressed myself.
I wasn’t sure if I should wear flats
since I was already five foot eight.
In heels, I tended to tower over men, nevertheless, I just felt sexier.
“Heels it is,” I thought aloud.
The
Belvoux
was too nice to be worried about embarrassing someone with my height.
Besides, if my date
was
too short to handle all of me, maybe I’d wind up catching someone else’s
eye.
My hair was still damp so I set
in in big curlers and let it dry as I gathered what other things I imagined I
might need.
I knew Kate well enough
to know that she was brining her bathing suit, and she’d be swimming whether or
not the guys had planned for it.
I
rooted through my drawers looking for mine but came up empty handed.
It was probably for the best.
I wasn’t exactly thin, and flaunting it
all on a first date wasn’t exactly something I was entirely comfortable
with.
I grabbed my little day bag
out of the closet and opened it up, and wouldn’t you know it there was my
bikini staring back at me.
‘Maybe it’s a sign,’
I thought,
shrugging my shoulders and wishing for the best.
I grabbed a cute little mesh cover up
and stuffed the rest of my things into the little bag.
I was finishing up my hair just
as doorbell chimed.
I gave myself one
last look and a little wink.
I
looked good.
My eyes were a light
shade of green and my hair was a rich golden bronze.
Soft ringlets curled out from the crown
of my head and traced elegantly down to the small of my back.
I had on the most miniscule touch of
lipstick, which made my lips pop sexily as I batted my lashes and puckered at
myself.
Maybe I wasn’t every guys
dream, but I felt sexy as hell and I was going to have a good night.
“Hey Lace!”
Kate’s face gleamed at me with
excitement.
I pulled her in for a quick hug,
and then glanced up into the street behind her.
“Holy crap!” I said, practically
drooling over the full-length stretch limo that she had come in.
There was a man standing at the car door
waiting for us to return.
“Right?”
Kate agreed.
I followed her out and the driver
held the door for us as we clambered inside.
The cab was huge, and lit up with running
lights in shades of blue and green.
“
Where’s our
dates
?”
I asked, realizing
that we were alone.
