Lindsay Dannon has a dirty little secret. While she hides behind her plain and proper image at work, a wanton woman with a rich fantasy life lurks beneath the surface. The thrill of sex in public places, and the risk of exposure, is a compulsive itch she knows only one man can scratch—her boss, Jack Randolph.
The company’s “no tolerance” policy on interoffice dating is the only thing stopping her. Good thing Jack created the rules, because he’s determined to make all of Lindsay’s sexual fantasies come true…
EXCERPT: (WARNING!Hot Stuff Ahead!)
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Lindsay knew she wasn’t his type. He probably had no interest in her. If he had, surely he’d have acted on it before now, right? She recalled Tegan once saying that Jack’s ex-wife had been a former swimsuit model—her polar opposite.
And there was the fact that he was her boss. She looked up into his dark, amber eyes. Why, of all the men in Colorado, did he have to be the one to ignite every sexual fantasy she had? It would have made her life easier if she’d had a sexual compulsion for some harmless pencil pusher.
At least she hadn’t drawn a heart around their names on her desk blotter. Or written Mrs. Jack Randolph a thousand times on a piece of paper. She ignored the fact that she’d written ‘Mrs. Lindsay Dannon-Randolph’ on the notepad of her smart phone mere days ago.
She’d like to rub her nipples across that five o’clock stubble on his cheek, tease his lips open, and feel the wet warmth of his mouth, as he sucked her tight—no! This was wrong, so wrong of her…she had to stop this madness… “Stop imagining him with his clothes off!”
She visualized throwing him down on the conference table in front of everyone and the two of them boinking like crazed rabbits, while he muttered, Ms. Dannon, do you want to be home checking want ads? and the sexual fantasy fizzled.
I must be insane to keep having these thoughts—you’re such an ass, Jack Randolph… “…Yet all I can think about is what it would feel like to have you push me against a wall and shove your cock deep inside me, tight…” Her words trailed off as she noticed the stunned look on his face.
“Please tell me I didn’t say any of that out loud? Oh, hell. You’re going to fire me now, aren’t you?” Wonderful. Mortally embarrassed. No job, no money. And now her boss thought she was a deviant with a dirty mouth, a sexual addict with a fetish for him. She could kiss any letter of recommendation goodbye.
“I’m not going to fire—”
“You will. You have to. I’ve got high stalker potential. I even mapped out the route to your house from my apartment on an app,” she blurted out. Crap. Confession might be good for the soul, but she really wished she’d kept that tidbit of info to herself.
He leaned in, trapping her neatly against the elevator wall. One hand reached out to press the red stop button. “Are you going to attack my body?”
“N-no.” The elevator shuddered to a halt.
“Pity.” He nudged her thighs open with his knee, his breath hot against the nape of her neck.
“Someone might see!” She squirmed to move under his arm. The frosted glass might hide their identities, but certainly not their actions. A frisson of fear mixed with sheer excitement raced through her veins. Lindsay watched him throw his jacket over a tiny camera eye in the corner, effectively blocking security’s view. He pulled her into his arms, slid his hands over the curve of her hips, and sank his fingers into the cheeks of her rear end, cupping her through the navy fabric. His lips pressed against her throat.
She wanted to pinch herself just to make sure she hadn’t slipped past reality and slammed full throttle into psychosis. At least her two halves weren’t conflicted about one thing. Both wanted Jack.
“Stop me. Tell me no now and I’ll quit. Otherwise…”
Lindsay’s knees were already weak, even before he found her erogenous zone and began lapping at the delicate spot with his tongue. She clutched at his tie in answer, unknotted it, and slid it from under his collar.
Lindsay meant to discard it, but before she could throw it on the floor, he grabbed the tie and her wrists. Jack turned her around, binding her hands to the brass railing.
“What are you doing?” This hadn’t been part of her daydreams!
“Fulfilling a fantasy of mine. You know all about fantasies, don’t you Lindsay? You just told me one of yours.”
“OhMyGawd.” She ran the words into three indistinct syllables. Nothing in her tame past prepared her for the sensual onslaught of a Jack attack.
He kicked her feet farther apart, forcing her legs to spread wider and her navy skirt to hike up. He lifted the hem even higher and slid a hand along one of her inner thighs. The other hand caressed her back and shoulders, pressing down ever so slightly, bending her so that her forehead touched her bound wrists.
Unable to see what he was doing behind her, she gasped when he slid a finger under the crotch of her silk panties and teased her clit. Exposed, helpless and so empty, she needed him to fill her up.
“You’re very wet, Lindsay. Eager for me?”
He pulled her panties down around her ankles and had her step out of them. “I’m keeping these as a memento.”
The idea of him wanting her panties as a trophy excited her, but it also served as a warning. This was hot, passionate, blissful sex…and nothing more. If her heart got broken, it would be her own fault.
His hands caressed her ankles, then calves. The fingers were slightly callused. Not all his muscles came from a gym. The stray thought made her quiver. She heard the slow drag of metal teeth on a zipper and tried to turn around, but couldn’t.
“No. I want you to concentrate on the sensation of what I’m doing to you.” He rubbed the wet tip of his shaft at her apex, and rested a hand on her lower back, urging her to bend lower. She moaned and pulled at the tie that bound her hands. He could do anything he pleased to her, and she would be helpless to deny him.
Lindsay trembled, her breath growing ragged, anticipating the heavy thrust of his cock. She closed her eyes and waited. Instead, she sensed him turn and shift, then a warm breath of air stirred the curls between her legs.
“Open your eyes, Lindsay, and look down.”
She glanced through the narrow space between the railing and the elevator wall. His eyes gleamed. Then Jack shot her a wicked smile before he buried his face in her pussy.
“Ohh…” A bright coil tightened within, spiraling from head to toe and back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t say a word. Everything was reduced to the pointed motions of his tongue, the moans and mewling cries of intense pleasure escaping from her throat. He worried her clit, nibbled, licked, and sucked until liquid heat trickled down the soft skin of her inner thighs.
When he replaced his tongue with his fingers she thought she’d been given a reprieve, a chance to mentally gather her wits. Instead, he pushed his fingers deep inside her and fluttered them back and forth. He angled his head to lick and suck at the rosy nub once more.
The room darkened, narrowed to a finite spot of sudden clarity. She belonged to him. And to the sexual urgency building between them.
Lindsay’s knees threatened to buckle and he moved behind her again, his muscled thighs keeping her propped into position. She heard the sound of a foil packet being ripped, and whimpered as his fingers bit into her hips with the first thrust home.
Pressed so tight, he left her little room to maneuver. The slow and steady rhythm made her crazy. She had to move. Now.
She tried to kick off her heels and gain some leverage. And only succeeded in breaking the heel off one of her expensive pumps, sending the other shoe airborne. It slapped the opposite wall and bounced to the floor with a thud, and of course, the broken shoe stayed on her foot with stubborn determination.
“What are you trying to do? Kick me in the balls?” He grunted with the effort to question her and maintain his pace.
“I can’t take it. You’ve got to go faster.” Great, now she was off balance and being screwed within an inch of her life. In her fantasies, she never experienced shoe disasters during sex. Everything always went smooth without mishap.
“Like this?” Jack released her hips and wrapped his hands around the brass railing on either side of her body, increasing the pressure with each quick stroke.
“Ahh, yeah…” In her fantasies, the thick, punishing cock wasn’t real. And real was so much better.
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Aspiring author Stacie Purcell writes her sexy fantasies in a ‘story binder’, but when she misplaces it, she risks exposure of all her naughty little secrets.
Tyler Murchison finds her messenger bag in his repair shop and discovers a sexy surprise. He offers Stacie a chance to experience all the incredible delights she writes about. But can a single night of wild sex lead to something more?
NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRETS by Cassandra Curtis
(Book one in the Naughty South series)
Pam thought she was working on her college homework, and in a way she was, since her classes were creative writing and English composition. Besides, what could be more creative than sex?
Stacie slid a printed sheet out of the binder pocket long enough to study the line drawings she’d downloaded from her sister’s computer, and tried deciding which one she should write for the first love scene. Not like she could use her own experience. Her love life was non-existent, unless she counted her purple passion vibrator.
The website she’d found had been very helpful, with descriptive diagrams and names for various sexual positions, like ‘backward facing bad dog,’ which didn’t sound very romantic or sexy. Hmm, squishy piston, face salami, oblong bend, and the love jackhammer weren’t much better. Ooh, one had possibilities—the slippery double slappy! At least it would be fun to write and she bet even more fun to try—if she had a boyfriend.
Stacie pulled out her favorite black gel pen and scribbled notes in the margins. An idea popped into her head and she wrote down part of a scene…
His rough hands slid down her hips and over her thighs, removing her panties. She felt naked and exposed, helpless under his watchful gaze. Her nipples hardened into tight points, aching for the touch of his lips, his tongue. She needed to undress him, touch him, but he’d made sure she couldn’t, not until he let her go.
“Please. I need you.” Heat spiraled down her midriff to the center of her pleasure zone, making her damp and hungry for him.
“Ms. Purcell, your car is ready.” Tyler’s voice startled her.
“Oh!” Her sexy muse was standing right next to her! Stacie jumped up, papers flying in every direction. She grabbed and stuffed them in her binder, shoving it into her messenger bag on the floor, conscious of him waiting while she dug through her purse for her wallet.
“I replaced the brake pads and shoes, and checked the brake oil pressure. It was low.” Tyler explained.
“Thank you,” she mumbled and ducked her head, heat crawling up her neck and into her face. Even his voice was sexy, deep and soft in a way that made tingles run down her arms and settle between her thighs in a sweet ache.
Stacie tried sliding her credit card through the card reader, but it wasn’t working.
“No, it goes the other way. Here, let me help you.” Their hands touched for a brief moment and a giddy rush of bubbles zipped through her. If she were smart, she’d leave before she did or said something stupid and made a fool of herself.
“It’s okay, you just had it turned backward.” He smiled down at her, and their eyes met. It hit like a sucker punch, how much she wanted this man.
“You’ve got beautiful green eyes.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper.
“I do?” He thought her eyes were beautiful?
An odd flicker of emotion crossed his face. “Sorry, that was too forward, huh?” Tyler rubbed his brow, smearing grease on his forehead.
“No! I mean, no it was fine. I just don’t get many compliments.” Heat spread across her cheeks. Oh good one, Stace! Let him see exactly how clumsy and unsophisticated you really are! She was sure the big ole ‘L’ for loser was probably flashing on her forehead right about now.
“I find that hard to believe. I’m sure you hear how pretty you are all the time from your husband or boyfriend.”
“I, umm…I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a husband.” Was he serious? This couldn’t be real!
“That’s good to know.” Tyler’s smile curved at the corners of his lips. He handed her the keys to her car.
“Thank you.” Rooted to the spot, and unsure what to do next, Stacie wondered if Tyler was actually flirting with her. Don’t get too excited, or overeager. He’ll smell your desperation.
When he stepped back and told her he hoped he’d see her around, she practically floated out of the garage and across the parking lot.
Her hands trembled turning the ignition. Even a simple thing like their fingers touching made her weak in the knees. Tyler thought her eyes were beautiful.
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Author of the bestselling Shifting Tides series and finalist in 2007’s EPIC awards, Ms. Curtis is a former journalist and fine artist, who always loved reading tales of adventure, romance, mystery, and magic. Then one day decided to try her hand at fiction writing. A voracious reader, literal tree hugger, part-time virtual mermaid, investigative paranormal researcher, and maker of decadent desserts, Ms. Curtis writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romance under the name Cassandra Curtis, and mainstream romantic comedy as Cass Curtis. Humor is a common thread in all her books.
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