The Office Slave #2: The Boss (6 page)

The cyclist's short, straight hair was a
little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants
and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad
shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over
his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to
Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the
rebel of the bunch.

They sat down and she glanced around the
table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were
all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them
all.

"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a few
days ago. She's here because of the arrangement to compensate for
her brother's debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith,
Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."

She nodded as she gazed at their serious
expressions. Tension curled inside her.

"So, she's going to be our office slave,
right?" Slade said.

"Yes, that's the arrangement," Mike
answered.

"Good, then I think we should start right off
with seeing what's underneath those clothes she's wearing.

Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes
glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed
through her.

"Excellent idea." Mike said.

by Opal Carew

Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to
life…

Excerpt

Becca wrapped her hand around him. The feel
of his thick, hard,
hot
shaft in her hand melted her
insides. It seemed to pulse in her hand.

"Oh, God, it's so…
big
."

She glanced at Cal, whose grin faded slightly
as his brown eyes darkened with simmering desire.

"His cock's looking a bit lonely over there,"
Cal said as he stood up and walked toward the chair. "Think it
needs some company?"

She just nodded, anticipation flaring. She'd
seen Cal's cock at the party, but not up close and personal.

He stripped of his black pants, then his
briefs. His big cock, a little longer than Don's and definitely
thicker, dropped in front of her. She wrapped her free hand around
it. At the feel of two hot cocks, one in each hand, her vagina
clenched in need.

"I'm starting to feel like this was a setup."
Don glanced at Cal with a grin.

"Is that a problem?" Cal asked.

Don's eyes glittered. "Not if it means what I
think it means."

Cal winked. "It does."

Don sent Becca a devilish smile. "Excellent.
So, pretty lady, let's get on with the action."

She giggled and stroked both their cocks,
gliding her hands up and down their big members. Don groaned and
elation fluttered through her. Both he and Cal were hunky sex Gods,
yet both wanted to be with her. She leaned forward and licked the
tip of Don's cock.

"Oh, yeah. I like that."

She opened her mouth and glided over his
cockhead, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She swirled her
tongue over his tip, then spiraled downward and teased the
underside of his corona.

"Oh, pretty lady, that is fantastic."

With one hand wrapped around Cal's cock while
she stroked him, she had her other hand wrapped tight around the
base of Don's shaft as she licked and squeezed him in her mouth.
She glided off Don and took Cal in her mouth. He was bigger and
stretched her mouth wide. He was long and hard and she glided as
deep as she could go, then squeezed him. His hand wrapped around
her head, his fingers twining in her long hair. She dove down on
him a couple more times, loving the feel of his big cock in her
mouth, then she slid off and guided Don back into her mouth.

She sucked and squeezed, sucked and squeezed
as she moved from one to the other.

"Damn, honey, you are really hot." Don
groaned as she relaxed her throat and took him really deep.

His hand clamped around her head. "Fuck,
that's it. I'm going to come."

She released Cal and cradled Don's balls in
her hand as she continued to bob up and down on him. His balls
tightened, then she felt hot liquid fill her mouth. She kept
squeezing him inside, swallowing around him as he continued to
spurt.

Once she was sure he was done, she leaned
back and guided Cal's cock toward her mouth.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I can wait." He stepped
back and stripped off his shirt. "You've seen both of us naked, now
how about you return the favor?"

She glanced down at her black wrap-around
dress. "There's no way I'm going to do a striptease in front of two
professional strippers."

Don laughed.

"No problem." Cal stepped toward her, his
hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked. "We can help you."

He reached for her hand and drew her to her
feet. Don grabbed the tie on her dress and pulled until the small
bow at her hip unfastened, then he undid the knot, the thin black
strips gliding through his big fingers. Cal eased the dress from
her shoulders and guided it down her arms. Now she stood before
them in just her black lace bra, thong, garter belt and
stockings.

Don's gaze glided down her body, then back to
her bosom. "Mmm. Hot lady."

Cal dragged her against his body and captured
her lips. At the feel of his hard, hot body pressed against her
naked skin, her blood boiled with need. His tongue drove into her
mouth and she met it. Another pair of hands glided down her back,
then over her bare ass. Don stepped closer and nuzzled her neck,
sending tingles dancing along her spine. Her bra loosened and Cal
slid the straps from her shoulders. He released her lips and eased
back, drawing the bra from her body, his gaze locked on her
breasts. The nipples hardened under his intense scrutiny.

"God, you have beautiful breasts." He cupped
one reverently and her hard nipple pressed into his palm.

"Fuck, no kidding." Don covered the other one
and kneaded it gently.

She drew in a deep breath, her hormones
spiraling out of control.

Cal kissed her neck, then down her chest. As
Don's hand slipped away, Cal licked her nipple. She sucked in a
breath, then gasped as he took the hard nub in his mouth and
sucked. Don slid her thong over her hips and down her thighs. He
slid them to the floor and she stepped out of them, now in just her
garter belt and stockings. He kissed up the back of her calves,
then her thighs. The feel of his lips caressing her skin heightened
the sensation of Cal's mouth moving on her nipple. As Cal licked,
Don kissed her ass.

She sucked in a breath as his fingers glided
between her legs and along her slippery slit. Cal's mouth found her
other nipple while he stroked the abandoned one with his
fingertips. Then he grasped the hard nub between his fingers and
squeezed. Don's fingers slid inside her opening and her knees grew
weak.

by Opal Carew

Hot steamy dreams…
a sexy stranger…
and his two brothers…
all add up to an erotic adventure she'll never forget.

Excerpt

How would Lori possibly get through the
weekend with Marie and her new husband, Drake, the man who still
starred in her erotic dreams?

After Lori had turned down two invitations to
dinner and a couple more for drinks, always claiming work issues,
Marie had finally insisted Lori give her a date when she could join
them at Drake's family cottage near Lake Simcoe, north of
Toronto.

She hadn't wanted to drive up with them, in
case she came up with a brilliant plan to cut the weekend short
without hurting Marie's feelings.

She tucked the bouquet of fresh cut flowers
under her arm and clung to the strap of her small suitcase as she
rang the doorbell. The place was huge. It was more like a
full-fledged home than what Lori thought of as a cottage.

Marie opened the door and squealed, then
pulled Lori inside and threw her arms around her, practically
knocking the flowers flying.

Marie pulled back and grinned at Lori, then
held out her left hand and wiggled her fingers. A bright, shiny
diamond glittered on her ring finger. Lori grasped Marie's hand and
stared admiringly.

"It's gorgeous."

And it was. A marquis cut solitaire in a
white gold setting. The matching band had a delicate pattern
engraved on the surface.

"Here, I brought some flowers." Lori handed
Marie the bouquet.

"Lovely. Thanks." She led Lori into a large,
gourmet kitchen and grabbed a crystal vase from the cupboard beside
the stainless steel, double door refrigerator, then filled the vase
with water.

Lori peeled the paper from the flowers and
placed them in the vase.

"Perfect." Marie's face glowed.

Well, why not? She was a brand new bride and
she seemed very happy. "Come on. Let me show you around."

"Where's… ah… Drake," Lori asked.

"Oh, he won't be arriving until late
tonight." Marie grinned. "He thought you and I would like some girl
time to catch up without the new husband getting in the way." She
waved a dismissive hand. "I told him there'd be no problem but… he
seemed almost nervous to meet you. Imagine that."

Nervous? So, did that mean he'd recognized
her, too? Did he have feelings of lust in return? The mere
possibility sent Lori's hormones dancing, chased away by guilt… and
the realization that if it were true, the weekend would be
excruciatingly long and awkward.

Sunshine danced along the polished, dark
hardwood floors as Lori padded into the kitchen, awakened by the
smell of coffee. The house was very quiet. Marie and Drake must
still be asleep. The coffee maker had probably been set to
automatic.

She slipped into the kitchen, poured herself
a cup and carried it to the stools that sat in front of the
counter, facing a fabulous view of the lake. As she took a seat,
she noticed a note on the black granite counter top.

'Gone to do some grocery shopping. Back about
one.'

Lori glanced at the clock. It was only nine
now. That meant she had the house to herself for four hours.

She ate a quick breakfast then pulled on her
bikini and headed for the patio doors to the backyard. She stepped
through to a paradise of plants, stone decking, and a gorgeous free
form pool with a waterfall-and even a hot tub.

Wow, her idea of heaven.

She stretched out on one of the lounge chairs
and opened her book. After about a half hour, she dropped her book
onto the table beside the chair and rolled onto her stomach. She
undid the strap of her top to maximize her tan and tucked her hands
under her head. The sun beat down on her, lulling her into a quiet
nap.

"You're going to burn if you're not
careful."

A man's voice-it must be Drake's-startled
her. She flushed as she realized from the back, with her thong
bottoms and her top strap undone, she might as well be naked.

"You need some protection."

She saw his masculine hands pick up her tube
of sun block from the table beside her and felt the warm lotion
form a line across her back. His large hand stroked her flesh as he
massaged it in: first across her shoulders, then down her back,
then the length of each leg. Next, she felt his hand cup one of her
ass cheeks as he slowly and thoroughly massaged the lotion into her
skin. She longed to flip over and allow him to give the same
attention to other parts of her body. Her breasts tingled and her
vagina tightened with need.

But he was just being a good host. He didn't
want her to sunburn. She couldn't stand the wonderful feel of his
hands caressing her a moment longer. It felt too good. She clutched
her bathing suit top to her chest and rolled over to a sitting
position.

He smiled that electric smile of his and
winked. "Whatever you say."

He stood up and she nearly gasped. He wore
the briefest, sexiest bathing suit she'd ever seen on a man. It
left little to the imagination. She could see the length of his
cock straining against the thin fabric, the head nearly pushing out
the top. Clearly, applying the sun block had affected him just as
much as it had affected her.

If Marie were to step out on the deck right
now, it would be very embarrassing.

"Where… uh… where is Marie?"

"She went out shopping. Didn't you see her
note?"

Alone. They were alone? Panic shot through
her. He was practically naked in front of her, and obviously turned
on. A little voice inside her suggested she drop her hands to her
sides and let her top fall to the ground. That would certainly heat
things up between them.

But she couldn't. This was her best friend's
husband.

"By the way, I'm not Drake." He sat on the
lounge chair facing her.

"What?" She stared at him, perplexed.

"I'm Drake's brother, Craig." At her
narrowing eyes, he continued, "I'm not kidding."

"You're identical-"

"That's right. Marie said she was having a
friend visit this weekend and thought I'd like to meet you. I'm
glad I took her up on the invitation." His gaze shifted up and down
her body, coming to rest on her breasts, and her hands clinging to
the loose bikini top.

"Nice to meet you, Craig. I'm Lori. I'd shake
your hand, but…"

He smiled and a devilish glint lit his eyes.
"I sure wouldn't complain if you did."

by Opal Carew

Her heart, her body, her soul—are his to
command.

Kate is a modern businesswoman who knows
exactly how to run her well-organized world. But underneath her
professional exterior lurks a secret that she's been running from
for years—a fierce desire to be dominated that both exhilarates and
terrifies her. And there's only one man who's ever tempted her to
lose control.

Powerful executive Matt Pearce gave Kate her
first taste of what it means to surrender completely at the hands
of a dominant man, and she's never been able to forget. Though
she's spent years trying to outrun her feelings for him, a chance
encounter changes everything.... and this time she might not be
able to escape. Deciding to give in to her deepest desires, Kate
agrees to spend a week at Matt's mansion exploring her submissive
side under his masterful instruction. Just when she starts to fall
deeper and harder for him than ever before, a terrible secret from
his past threatens to tear them apart, and Kate must decide whether
to finally trust Matt with her heart... or leave him behind
forever.