Thursday, May 23, 2019

Thursday Thoughts

Every author knows that you need help getting your manuscript ready for publication. Beta readers, editors, maybe reviewers. It takes work and time polishing your book to the best it can be. Even then it's probably not perfect when you release it, but at least you made the effort.

My support staff consists of four felines and a wonderful human editor. The editor is my niece and second daughter. She has several degrees under her belt and a high-paying job at a college doing smart things. I don't know what I'd do without her editing skills. We trade off so I don't pay her for editing my trashy novels, and she doesn't pay me for staying at her house several times a year when she goes on vacation or one of her many work trips. The woman has five cats and a dog so I don't just go to sit and watch TV.

Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Tuesday Teaser

His words inflamed me and I shivered with need, leaning in to kiss him, wondering if he’d let me after what I’d just done. I shouldn’t have worried, because Vince seemed to be a very sexual beast. I worked my mouth over his lips softly, teasingly, giving him just a brush of intimacy, until with a grunt of impatience he crashed his mouth against mine and took what he wanted. He didn’t hesitate to thrust his tongue into my mouth and take control of the kiss.

Monday, May 20, 2019

Monday Musings

I'm a firm believer that there's light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes you just have to go around the corner to see it. So, please, if you're feeling down or considering something drastic, just wait. I know that things will get better. Look ahead and think about the things you may miss out in life.

Sunday, May 19, 2019

Sunday Selection

...for your reading enjoyment

Chapter 4


“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

The voice seemed to be coming from a long way off, delving deeply into Rachel’s unconscious and disrupting the hot dream she was having. She moaned her annoyance and tried to burrow deeper into the blankets, too tired to open her mouth and tell whomever it was to go away. Just as she settled back into her dream, she felt the covers pulled from her.

“Do I need to kiss you awake?”

Not yet aware of where she was she nodded her head. “Hummm, yes,” she mumbled, not opening her eyes.

Warm lips covered hers. But it was the hand on her breast that brought her into full awareness. The afternoon’s events came crashing back and she wrapped her arms around James’s neck and pulled him down to her. She felt his smile against her mouth when he lost his balance. Then the kiss deepened and they were both moaning. Rachel squirmed beneath him, arching her back so he had better access to her naked breasts. He needed no encouragement to caress both globes, before letting his hand trail down her body to a more intimate spot.

“Damn. I want to fuck you again. You’re like a drug.” He kissed her nipple, then lost control and sucked her breast into his warm mouth.

“I’m not complaining,” Rachel murmured, straining against him. “You can finish what you started in my dream.”

His mouth-trailed fire down Rachel’s body but her pussy was as far as he went. He kissed it and got to his feet, glancing down at her.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can’t live on sex alone. Let’s eat and then talk.”

Rachel let him pull her to her feet. He was still naked and seemed to have no problem parading around in front of her. If he can do it, I can. Only she chickened out at the last second and grabbed for the sheet, wrapping it around her. With her gaze on his nice butt she followed, him through a door that she thought led to a closet, but turned out to be a tiny kitchen area. It was equipped with all the modern conveniences. Only instead of a table, there was a small island bar with two stools on each side.

“Wow. You ordered food in?” She was ravenous! Eyeing the grilled chicken breast, rice, and spring greens salad caused her belly to rumble.

“Hell, no! I fixed it myself. I told you, this place is off limits. No one other than my personal secretary knows about this apartment. I have very few places I can go and be alone when I need to.” He indicated a chair in front of a place setting. “Wine?”

“Yes, please.” Rachel sat and watched as he poured them each a glass. “So, what does knowing about this apartment mean for me? Do you handcuff me to the bed and keep me a prisoner here?”

James handed her a glass with amusement in his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t had that thought,” he admitted. “Something tells me I don’t have to worry about you.” He sat down opposite of her.

“You don’t really know anything about me.” Rachel took a drink. “I might be dangerous.”

“Is that so?” His gaze roamed over the sheet she had tucked between her breasts. “You’re definitely dangerous to my libido.”

Rachel was glad the bar covered him from the waist down, and was equally thankful she had thought to cover up her nudity with a sheet. The sudden vision of them fucking on the counter top came out of nowhere and renewed her arousal. Had she suddenly become a nymphomaniac?

“I have a hundred and ninety-seven employees working for me. I make it my business to know everything I need to know about them,” he continued.

Rachel knew about the background checks and the lie detector tests. What else was there? “So what do you know about me?” She took a bite of salad.

James swallowed a mouthful of food before responding. “Let’s see . . . I know you’re particular with the men you choose. You live in a nicely furnished condo with your younger sister. You love animals. And your bra size is 36-D.” He took a drink. “I know I like fucking you.”

Rachel felt a hot blush fill her cheeks. His blunt comment went straight to her tingling pussy. He didn’t mince words.

“You’re a very desirable woman, Rachel. I decided to make you mine a long time ago.”

“You certainly took your time,” she said, unable to ignore the fresh wetness between her thighs. She pretended to show interest in the chicken on her plate, but the silence stretching between them made her raise her gaze to his again.

“I can be patient when I want something worth waiting for.” He took a drink, his eyes remaining on hers over the rim of the glass. “And you were well worth the wait.”

“Well, you’ve had me, now what?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On you and what you want.”

Rachel glanced down, wondering that herself.

“Why don’t you start out by being honest?”

She took a deep breath and put down her fork. “Okay. I’ve had a crush on you since almost the first day I started here, when I glanced up and fell head first into those blue eyes. Ever since then I’ve gone out of my way not to notice whenever you were around. Then I started having, ah, dreams about you.” She looked James squarely in the eyes. “Erotic dreams. I developed a serious itch for you.”

“What kind of erotic dreams?” He took a drink, keeping his gaze trained on her.

His expression was hard to read Rachel had the strong feeling that he liked what she’d admitted. “Kind of like what we’ve just spent the last couple of hours doing.”

“And has your itch been scratched?”

Rachel lowered her gaze to her plate. If she said yes, that could mean the end of their delicious sexual encounters. If she said no, he might take it as an insult that he hadn’t satisfied her, when just the opposite was true. She had to be careful because one thing she knew was that she enjoyed sex with James, and she wanted more. Then she recalled his comment about being honest.

Maybe she raised her chin a little too high, and maybe her tone was a little on the defiant side, but she wanted James to know she wasn’t afraid of the truth, even if it might cost her what she wanted in the end. “The itch has been somewhat scratched, for now.”

“Is that a challenge?” One brow rose higher than the other did. “I thought I told you before that I never leave a woman hungry.”

The thought of him with other women rubbed her the wrong way. She wanted to be the only one he was banging up against the elevator wall or taking from behind in the shower stall. For over three years she had seen him with a dozen beautiful women, so it was obvious he had a short attention span. She wondered how long she would last. Should I tell him now that my favorite flower is the Iris?

“I know you have stamina.” Rachel finished her wine.

James leaned over the space separating them. “Just because they’re hanging on my arm doesn’t mean they’ve been in my bed. Believe me, there haven’t been that many.”

How did he know what she was thinking? She was saved from coming up with a clever response when his phone began to ring. Completely at ease with his nudity, he turned and retrieved a cell from the counter next to the sink.

“Yeah?” He swung back to Rachel. “What the hell do you mean the contract wasn’t signed?!” He listened to the person at the other end for a moment. “No. I’ve decided to stay in town tonight.” A frown appeared between his brows. “You’ve got one minute to explain how that happened.” His words were firm and edged with anger. Rachel was seeing how ruthless James could be when it involved business. “What time is it now? Okay, I’ll meet you in ten.” He flipped his phone closed and tossed it on the counter.

By the whitening of his mouth, he was more than annoyed. “Sorry.”

“You don’t look happy. Bad news?”

 “Something that was supposed to be taken care of before closing today.” His tone revealed it didn’t bode well for whoever had forgotten. “Now I have to see to it.”

Rachel followed him back into the bedroom. She silently watched him slip into his pants, and they exchanged a brief smile when he carefully zipped them up. He slipped his feet into leather slippers and reached for his shirt.

“I guess I should be leaving too.” Rachel glanced around for her clothes, finding them on the floor in a wrinkled heap. “I forgot I had a date tonight.” She said it more to herself while bending for her corset. She was so late she doubted the date was still on. Which was just fine with her.

“You what?”

Rachel gasped when James swung her around.

“You can forget about any date tonight, and tomorrow night, and any night after that. We didn’t finish our talk but I am telling you right now, I don’t intend to give you up anytime soon. You got that, lady?”

She nodded slowly, mesmerized by the fire in his eyes. As his face moved closer to her, she realized he was going to kiss her, and decided to meet him halfway. Rachel let him pull her against him. Her fingers curled into his open shirt and she willingly opened her mouth to his searching tongue. God, I could kiss him all night!

“You’ll be here when I return?” He was slightly out of breath.

I have a choice? Even if she did, her answer would be the same. A warm heat uncurled inside her belly. “Yes.”

“I won’t be long. Make yourself to home.”

Once James was gone, Rachel decided to keep herself busy by cleaning up the kitchen. When she was done and he still hadn’t returned she went to the bedroom closet, pulled out a shirt, and slipped it on. She then turned on the TV and glanced at the clock. James had been gone for half an hour. Sighing, she sat back to watch an old Friends episode, eventually falling asleep.

Saturday, May 18, 2019

Back from vacation

A fantastic week! Flew out to California, spent two days touring Beverly Hills, Malibu, Hollywood, Paramount Studios, ate at the famous Duke’s Restaurant a couple of times. Crammed a lot in for two days. Saw Jane Fonda. Not a fan but cool non the less. Got to go into Dr. Phil’s studio. I watch him every day. Learned some cool tricks of the movie trade so now every time I watch something on TV I’ll be looking for them. Anyone eating ice cream? It’s really mashed potatoes because they don’t melt.

Next my bestie and I took the scenic train route all the way to Seattle, Washington. Thirty-three hours. Was smart enough to get a sleeper car so we could rest in peace but spent most of our time in the scenic car. Bonus! Jeff Bridges was traveling with us. We made eye-contact once but I don’t think he knew who I was. lol

Spent three days there. Went whale watching, yes saw humpbacks and grey whales. Two kinds of seals and lots of eagles. Spent some time on Friday Harbor. We visited the first Starbucks factory, sampled Whiskey Barrel-Aged coffee from Guatemala. Sooooo good! Eighty dollars a pound, and yes, I bought a pound, no, I’m not rich. I gave half a pound to my niece and the other half to my bestie for putting up with me for a week.

I wish I could say that I walked my ass off but it’s still there!

I'll post pictures later.

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Thursday Thoughts

By Kathleen E. Woodiwiss
Kathleen E. Woodiwiss has long been my favorite author. I began by reading The Wolf and the Dove, my all-time favorite book. The top cover is the version I read. At the time I thought it was racy, yet you had to use your imagination at what went on behind closed doors. There was no explicit language or sexual content, just a good romance in an era I hadn't given much thought about until reading the book. 


Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Tuesday Teasers

I moved my hand, smirking at the alarm that flared in her eyes when I cupped the side of her jaw. What had she been afraid of? That I was going to hit her? I'd never hit a woman. Her skin was flawless and felt like satin. I slowly ran my hand down her neck and chest, letting my fingers trail the sloped peaks of her perfect tits. A whimper escaped her when I circled her puckered nipple. I leaned in to whisper into her ear. "What if I said you have to take my dick up your ass?" I knew I had her when she sucked in her breath and a shiver ran through her. Hmm, did she like anal sex?

Monday, May 13, 2019

Monday Musings

I got my first manual typewriter when I was thirteen. At seventeen I got my first electric one. I can't tell you how many stories I typed on those two machines as I was growing up. Big stories, too, like 500 pages! Some are so old and faded I can't make out the lettering but I refuse to toss them.
Anyway, I can't recall a time when I didn't want to be a writer when I grew up, and hats off to those who came before the computer. It's so easy making changes and corrections to your manuscript on a computer. But I remember when I was typing on a typewriter if I wanted to add a new sentence or paragraph I had to re-write the whole page. Misspelled a word before correction tape came along? I had to use whiteout and it never looked good. So, thank God for the invention of computers!

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Sunday Selection

Welcome to chapter 3 of Up in Flames!

Chapter 3


The deep seriousness of his tone sent a little quiver down Rachel’s spine. She didn’t think about saying no. His eyes were darkening, and the raw desire contorting his features mesmerized her. Still, something naughty inside wanted to push James’ buttons. She wanted to see how far she could tease him before he lost control. He didn’t look like the type of man who took no for an answer.

With a teasing smile, she shook her head and slowly backed up. “And if I say no?”

Eyes that had almost turned black raked down her body. “You didn’t say no in the elevator.”

“That was different. I was, ah, scared.”

“Really?” He slowly began to stalk her. “I thought you were eager for a good fuck.”

Oh god! He knows exactly what to say to turn me on. Her back came up against the door to his office. He didn’t stop until he pressed up against her. She caught her breath, and refused to break eye contact. His hands went to her hips and Rachel felt his mouth against her shoulder.

“I don’t intend to fuck you again standing up.” His mouth traveled up the side of her neck. “But damn I want you again…now!”

Oh! Rachel shivered wildly, feeling a rush of wet heat flood her pussy. “Don’t you think we should get to know each other a little better first?” At the moment, she could care less about getting to know James better. It was all part of the game.

She didn’t like the sound of his laugh. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yes,” she replied softly.

“And I know who you are. Right now that’s all that matters.”

He kissed her. Roughly, passionately, and thoroughly, grinding his body into hers, so she could feel his hard cock against her pussy. He thrust forward, separating her pussy lips and setting fire to her clit. Mutual sounds of pleasure erupted around them. She parted her thighs, silently inviting him inside her body. Only James seemed intent on teasing her until she was squirming and gasping uncontrollably. Weak-kneed with longing, she sank to her knees.

And took him into her mouth.

“Oh, shit!” His tone clearly said he wasn’t expecting that. As though with a mind of their own his hips jerked forward until Rachel felt the head of his cock at the back of her throat.

He groaned when she began to suck him hard.

She licked and sucked his shaft as if it was her favorite Popsicle. Tasting the salty pre-cum that had gathered at the head. James shuddered violently when she dipped her tongue inside the slit there, his hands going to the back of her head to hold her tightly against him. She felt every ridge and vein that lined his thick cock with her tongue, before moving on to the heavy cum filled sacs beneath it. She sensed he could barely stand. Feeling the muscles in his thighs quiver, Rachel took him back into her mouth. Her hands moved to the back of his slacks and she pushed them down his buttocks.

James had a tight butt. Running her hands over him with eagerness, she explored the crack of his ass with her finger, discovering territory that turned them both a little wild. Only, during sex nothing was forbidden. As she sucked his cock from one end to the other, she gently wiggled her finger into his anus. He grunted low and lost control, spilling his seed inside her mouth. His body convulsed violently until gradually his movements slowed.

Rachel held on to his cock, feeling it deflate inside her mouth. Sensing he was about to pull out she gave him a last hard suck that caused a violent twitching of his body. She smiled, knowing how sensitive he still was at that moment.

“You witch!” James pulled her to her feet by her upper arms and kissed her feverishly. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“It’s not my first time.” Rachel smiled, running her tongue over her lips.

A gruff laugh escaped him. “Go shower, sweetheart. There’s a bathroom through that door.” He indicated a closed door with a nod of his head. “I need a drink.” He walked to the bar in the corner.

Rachel was pleasantly surprised when she opened the door to find a full sized bathroom, complete with a glass shower. What surprised her more was the bedroom beyond the bathroom. She’d heard James sometimes spent the night in his office, only she had pictured him sleeping on the sofa. He certainly seemed to have thought of everything.

She quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. Lathering up her hair and body twice with the fragrant soap and shampoo on hand. Once the soap was rinsed away Rachel let the warm water pelt down her body for a long time. She was loath to get out, enjoying the slight stimulation against her aching, sensitive skin. Her hands moved over her curves, cupping her breasts and playing with her erect nipples. Lately, in between boyfriends, she had been touching and pleasuring herself, a lot.

So, why was she still doing it after James had so thoroughly fucked her? The answer was clear. She was still horny for the man. She’d wanted him for so long that a couple of erotic sessions weren’t going to fulfill the itch she had for him. She let her hands smooth down her ribcage and flat belly, to her clean mound. Her index finger gingerly touched her clit, before sliding into her pussy. James had satisfied her and then some, but the tingle there was proof she was still hungry.

Rachel closed her eyes and leaned against the glass wall. One hand moved up to play with her breast while the other remained teasing and pleasuring her pussy. It didn’t take long before the juices of renewed excitement began to flow over her finger. Oh damn! It was easy picturing James hands touching her and giving her pleasure. If she called him, would he come?

She wasn’t that bold, and continued to finger her clit. Soft moans swirled around her as she gently rotated her hips. Another finger slipped inside her, and a third, until she imagined it was James’ thick cock. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she felt a climax building. She wasn’t aware of the shower door opening, or James entering, until she felt his mouth on her breast, and his hand joining hers on her pussy.

Her eyes bolted open. She didn’t have time to feel embarrassed. James kissed her hungrily, and then flipped her around so that she was facing the glass. He leaned into her, thrusting his hard cock between the cracks of her ass. The next thing Rachel was aware of was his hands caressing her breasts.

“I never leave a woman unsatisfied,” he growled into her ear. “You should have told me you were still hungry.”

His hands fell to her hips and he pulled them away from the glass, arching the lower half of her body against his. Her new position allowed James to slip his cock into her from behind. Rachel cried out with pleasure at the new position. She arched more, and closed her eyes to give herself up to the moment.

“I’m sorry.” She couldn’t think of anything more adequate to say.

“Don’t be. It’s not exactly a hardship fucking you.” His teeth gently scraped the skin on the back of her shoulder.

“It’s just that I’ve dreamt of this for so long.”

“This?” Rough hands glided up Rachel s ribcage to her breasts.

She turned her face so she could see him. “Of us, fucking.”

She was already close to climaxing and James caught up fast, thrusting into her unrestrained. Lord, he felt good! Rock hard and long, appeasing the itch only he could reach. Their gasps echoed in the small shower. The combination of steam and heavy breathing clouded the glass. Moving one arm around her waist to hold her in place, James’ other hand traveled down to stimulate her clit.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” The feeling was too intense. Rachel was sure she was going to pass out from the pleasure when she climaxed. A small scream tore from her as her body shook uncontrollably against James. At the same time, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her one last time, groaning low with his release.

It seemed like forever that they remained pressed against the shower wall. Rachel was exhausted now. Totally spent, yet aching pleasantly. She felt him step away from her. Then the showers spray cease. She rolled onto her back, eating him up with her eyes. Completely naked, James did not disappoint. He was the model of the male species. Tall, well-defined muscles, a handsome face, and penetrating eyes.

Damn him! Why did he have to be so appealing? Rachel wanted him. But with his track record, she didn’t have a chance. At least she finally knew what it was like to be with him. Her fantasies had paled in comparison.

“I don’t think I can move.” She smiled, her tone was very serious.

“I have it covered.”

James picked her up. He stepped from the shower and headed towards his bedroom, then set Rachel on her feet at the foot of his bed. They laughed when she appeared unsteady. He reached up and brushed the wet hair away from her face.

He stared at her for so long that Rachel felt compelled to ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Not a thing.” His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “I have some work to do. Why don’t you get some rest?” He kissed her, almost sweetly. It didn’t last long.

Rachel glanced down at his bed, wondering how many women had been there before her. Now that she’d had a taste of James, the thought of him with someone else was torture. It occurred to her that she would probably have to quit her job. How can I continue to work here after this? It would kill her seeing him with other women.

“I can almost see what’s going on behind those incredible violet eyes,” James said, surprising her. “There haven’t been any other women in that bed, Rachel. I know I have a reputation, but there are some areas strictly off limits. This bedroom is one of them. We’ll talk more about it later.”

Needing no further persuasion, Rachel crawled beneath the crisp, cool covers and gradually fell asleep.

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Thursday Thoughts

by Rosemary Rogers
A friend gave me a book to read when I was around twenty. You could say it was my first romance, and oh what a story to start out with! If you've never read Rosemary Rogers she was ahead of her time with regard to sexually explicit language and content. No guessing what was going on behind closed doors here, and I was hooked from that day forward. I still remember Steve and Ginny to this day, and how hot their romance had been. The cover on top is the book version I read. I've also included the most current cover.

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Tuesday Teasers

She huffed and crossed her arms. "I think this has gone on long enough. It was a stupid suggestion, and I'm not about to let you, or any man, treat me like a mindless idiot. I'm not here to meet anyone, or be claimed, which I happen to think is barbaric. I'm here for protection—" She halted abruptly, as if afraid that she'd already said too much.

Monday, May 6, 2019

Monday Musings

In the course of my writing I've been asked this question multiple times. Where do I get the inspiration for my books? Honestly, I can't pin point a single answer that would make sense to you. It could be anything that sets off a trigger in my head that plants an idea for a story. The snippet of a dream, something I'm reading in a book, something I've seen happening around me. It starts out as teeny tiny little thought, and eventually blossoms into a story. 

Sunday, May 5, 2019

Sunday Selection

Welcome to chapter 2 of Up in Flames.

Chapter 2



“Did the power go out?”

Rachel was aware her voice sounded slightly panicked. It had taken her a long time to get over her fear of taking the elevator. Only because she convinced herself that nothing would happen in the few seconds it would take to go from floor to floor. Maybe she had been a little na├»ve in thinking that way, but for three years, it had worked. She’d never considered what she would do in a situation like this, besides panic and scream like hell.

Oh God! It’s a long weekend. There’s no way I can stay in this elevator that long without losing my sanity!

She was inside something that resembled a box, no windows or exits, and Rachel knew claustrophobia was going to get the best of her. If she didn’t get out of there soon she was going to have an attack. She could already feel the unreasonable fear reaching up to swallow her, the sensation of not being able to breathe. Of being entombed. In her mind’s eye, she was in a coffin, and everything was closing in on her at a frightening speed.

Her breathing escaladed, her chest felt heavy. Sweat began to run between her breasts. She was aware that James was there. He was pushing buttons that didn’t work. Picking up a phone and then swearing when that too appeared to be broken. The lights were still on so it wasn’t the power. Rachel stepped forward but had nowhere to go.

“Are we trapped?” The walls were rapidly closing in on her. She glanced up at the vent in the ceiling, wondering if they could get out that way. “We can’t be trapped.” She moved in front of James and punched several buttons. “We can’t be!” She met James’ gaze, realizing she must look wild to him. She needed to get out of there, couldn’t he see that?

James pulled her hand away from the buttons. “I’ve tried all that, Rachel. I’m sure—”

The elevator jerked, moved down about three feet, and then jerked to a sudden stop again. At the same time, the lights went out.

“No!”Rachel cried out softly, flattening her back against the wall and dropping the mail in her hands. She was going to lose it, fighting down the scream that was bubbling up her throat. “Noooo!” It was pitch black.

“It’s okay, Rachel.” She felt searching hands move casually over her and then settle on her shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. You’re safe.”

She struggled against him. “You don’t understand,” she said, pushing against his chest.

“You’re claustrophobic.” His tone was firm yet kind. And he was strong. She could feel it in his hands and the defined muscles of his chest. Trying to pull away from him was futile. “I get it.”

“I can’t breathe!”

At just that moment, the emergency lights flickered on. Being able to see again calmed Rachel somewhat, but it threw her into a completely new situation. Something dangerous and a little frightening. James was close, almost leaning into her, his hands held her shoulders against the wall. Their gazes clashed. Her heart was pounding wildly and she was certain he could hear it.

“How bad do you have it?”

His breath was warm against her face. Rachel swallowed. “I can overcome it most of the time, if I think of something else. But knowing that I can’t get out right this minute is the problem. I can’t breathe.”

“Yes you can. Just breathe in deep through your nose and release it slowly through your mouth.” He pulled the glasses off her face and tossed them away. “You’re tense. Try to relax.” His strong hands began to massage Rachel’s shoulders.

She closed her eyes and tried to do what he suggested, then shook her head no and said fiercely, “I can’t breathe. There’s no air.”

“Think of something else.” She felt his hands move from her shoulders to the buttons at her blazer. She could tell he was unbuttoning it, and the next thing Rachel knew he was slipping it off her shoulders. “It might help loosening up some of your clothing.”

Rachel felt a scorching blast of heat envelop her when James’ hands began to pull her silk blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. When his knuckles brushed her skin at the top of her blouse, she realized he was undoing more buttons at her breast. Her eyes bolted open, and her hands encircled his wrists. His movements stopped.

“What are you doing Mr. White?” she whispered.

“Helping you, I thought.” There was amusement swimming in his eyes.

“By undressing me?” If this were under normal circumstances, she would be thrilled. And if she wasn’t still stressed over her current situation.

“You can relax, Miss Masters. Your virtue is safe with me.”

“I’m not a virgin.” Why had she said that? Rachel wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.

His soft laughter filled the elevator. “Well in that case, maybe you’re not safe with me.” He nudged her hands away and continued what he was doing.

His gaze followed his hands while he unbuttoned her blouse, and when he was done, he raised his eyes to hers. She detected a slight difference in his breathing, and his features hardened with what she wanted to believe were growing desire. He took his time opening her blouse all the way. She held her breath when he stared lazily at her sexy, black stretch mesh corset.

Rachel loved wearing sexy under garments. She did most of her shopping at a little place called Just for Him in the mall by where she lived. The little number she had on today fit her body like a glove, showcasing her slightly full curves to full advantage. The mesh bodice shaped her breasts softly, revealing glimpses of skin meant to tease a man into wanting to discover more. Into wanting to do more.

James sucked in his breath. “Well, this is a nice surprise. Not exactly what I was expecting.” He flicked the little satin bow between her breasts.

Then wait until he sees my matching G-string. She couldn’t breathe for another reason now. The lust fire in his eyes fueled her desire to a feverish pitch. If he kept this up, she would forget where they were. Which was the point, wasn’t it? Maybe that had been his plan all along.

“What were you expecting?” Rachel closed her eyes again, so she wouldn’t have to see the four walls closing in on them. “You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.”

His husky chuckle sounded sexy as hell. “I wonder what else you’re hiding beneath this conservative suit.” It wasn’t a question but more of a curious statement. “You’re still tight. At least you are breathing a little easier. Feeling better?”

She nodded. “As long as I can keep my mind off where I am I’ll be okay,” she admitted.

“What more can I do to help?”

“We need to get out,” Rachel insisted, stating the obvious. “Please, just do whatever you want to keep my mind off where we are.” She knew as soon as the words left her mouth that she had just issued a not so subtle invitation. Rachel didn’t care. She’d been wondering what it would be like being with James for a long time. Maybe this was a prelude to gaining first-hand knowledge. She began to shiver with arousal and anticipation. Wondering what she could do to push him further in that tantalizing direction.

“I think I can manage that.”

Did he sound a little too eager, or was she being hopeful? The sexual energy between them kept the atmosphere charged. James’ gaze darkened. Then his face was moving closer to hers. Rachel caught her breath, thinking he meant to kiss her. She opened her mouth, feeling his breath against her lips. He reached behind her and the next thing she knew he had removed the clip in her hair.

He drew back and watched the cascade of soft hair frame her face and settle beyond her shoulders. Some of it fell over her breasts.

“Damn,” his gaze moved over her with obvious pleasure. “Another nice surprise. I’ve wanted to do that for three years now.”

What?! His admission caught Rachel by surprise. Not once since she’d begun working there had he said more than a handful of words to her, or shown her any undue attention. In all fairness, maybe she just hadn’t acknowledged it because she was so determined to ignore him. Once she realized she was, attracted to him she’d made it a habit to look the other way whenever he was around, hoping to hide the lustful feelings coursing through her blood. Afraid he would guess the truth in her eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart. I saw through your professional suits and granny glasses from the beginning. I’m sure you have your own reasons for dressing down but I’ve been itching to get to the real woman I sensed underneath.”

Rachel wasn’t about to go into why she felt it necessary to dress and act the way she did. The man was a millionaire a hundred times over and probably couldn’t relate to the challenges of trying to get a decent job. Especially for a woman who had the credentials, but was considered eye candy and therefore not taken seriously. She had thought those days were long past but apparently not.

It didn’t matter now. What James was revealing thrilled her to the core, heightening her fierce need for him. “Then I hope you won’t be disappointed. Because there’s more.”

His eyebrows rose with surprise. There was that sexy sensual grin again. “I can’t wait to discover them.”

Rachel brazenly let her blouse slide down her arms to the floor. The smoldering look in his eyes told her he liked what he saw. She glanced past him to the mirror, seeing a bold woman bent on seduction. She had wanted James for so long that she wasn’t about to question her fate. She moved to unzip her skirt but his hands got there first. Without warning, he jerked her closer to him. She gasped.

“Allow me.”

Rachel closed her eyes, listening to the slow pull of the zipper as it followed the line of her hip and thigh. Then coolness touched her skin when the material of her skirt slid away to join her blouse on the floor.

“Fuck!” Her eyes flew open at James’ passionate exclamation. His face was taut with desire, his gaze running over Rachel in a visual caress that set her insides on fire. It was clear the combination of the G-string, the sheer black nylons that stopped at mid-thigh and her heels turned him on. “You’re a gorgeous woman, Rachel.” His tone was sincere.

Before she could respond, his arm slid around her waist and he pulled her sharply against him. Then his mouth covered hers in a rough kiss. Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck, relishing his embrace and the hard cock she felt pressing between her legs. She moaned with satisfaction and opened her mouth so their tongues could engage. James wasted no time in accepting her invitation. As their tongues worked against each other, he thrust his hard-on further between her thighs and groaned.

Then his mouth left hers, and he kissed his way along her jaw and down her throat. Rachel arched against him with hunger, sighing with pleasure when he kissed her breasts above the corset. Her hands quickly undid the buttons to his shirt while his tongue dipped into her cleavage. Crying out, she clutched the material of his shirt to keep from falling to her knees. His hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her hard nipples until he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

Rachel’s soft cries filled the elevator. She arched her back, and her hands went to his hair to hold him against her. She was so hot she felt like she was going to go up in flames. Her pussy was creaming and soaking her G-string. James worked his way in that direction, kissing her along the way. He moved his hands around to her naked butt, and forced her against his mouth. Then Rachel felt his hot breath over the thin cloth covering her shaved mound.

“Oh god!”His tongue raked over her pussy and she creamed some more. He groaned savagely and tore the G-string away so he could kiss and nip at her naked pussy. When his tongue slid over her aching clit, a mini orgasm raced through her and she quivered violently.

She was still standing, barely, and James was on his knees. He buried his tongue inside her pussy several times in rapid succession, going deep. She leaned against the wall weakly, panting for breath, moaning when his five o’clock shadow added further stimulation against her sensitive skin. Oh God, he certainly knew how to pleasure a woman. Rachel was sure her bones were turning to mush.


That was when he rose to his feet and kissed her again. Tasting herself on his tongue turned her hotter. She undid the front of his slacks and reached inside for his cock. God he was big and red-hot, with pre-cum dripping from the mushroom shaped head. Hard steel covered in soft velvet. Rachel squeezed him before she realized what she was doing.

“Sweet Jesus!” James said hoarsely, thrusting his generous sized phallus into her hand. Rachel moved her hand up and down a few times, while he leaned into her for support. “Fuck! Milk it baby!”

Rachel did as he asked, and was about to drop to her knees when he lifted her against the wall. Without a word, she wrapped her legs around him and he penetrated her pussy in one, smooth plunge. For a moment, they stood there, both breathing heavy and weak with passion. Then lust overtook them and James fucked her hard and fast. She held on, feeling her ass slap against the mirrored wall. His extended cock filled her pussy and she whimpered with each deep thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight.” James mouthed the words against Rachel’s shoulder, before giving her a little bite. It hurt and felt good at the same time. “Hell, you feel good.”

Rachel covered his mouth with hers, letting her hands trail down the back of his body. She could feel the rippling muscles in his back, and explored the firmness of his butt, clenching her fingers into him. She held him close, squeezing the inner muscles of her pussy around his pounding cock. He knew how to clit fuck a woman. Every time he entered her body, he made sure to enter at an angle that allowed him to glide over her inflamed clit. Before long, she climaxed hard, screaming with intense fulfillment.

Only it wasn’t over yet. James was still fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His stamina at that speed was overwhelming. As Rachel’s body continued to convulse she reached between them and cupped his heavy balls, giving them a little squeeze. That action sent James over the top and he groaned, coming inside her.

“Fuck,” he whispered harshly when his cock stopped jetting cum against her vaginal walls. “I can’t remember coming this hard in a long time. And we forgot protection.”

It had been the last thing on Rachel’s mind. “I’m clean.” She’d just had her yearly physical.

“So am I but what about pregnancy?” he rasped.

She did a quick calculation. “I’m safe for the next couple of days.”

They remained locked together, leaning weakly against the wall until his cock slid from Rachel’s pussy. The air in the elevator felt thick and over warm. Their combined heavy breathing fogged the mirrors. A fine mist of moisture covered them and the scent of sex was pungent. Rachel released a long, satisfied sigh. Sex with James was better than any of her fantasies about him.

“You okay?”

His concern was touching. She smiled. “Very.”

The elevator began to move. Ohmygod! Talk about bad timing. Their gazes met. James moved quickly and hit the button to stop it. Rachel’s eyes rounded with fear but before she could say anything, he hit the button to the tenth floor.

“What, where are we going?” She tried to calm herself. The elevator was moving again and in a matter of seconds, she would be out.

“There’s no way in hell we’re going down like this.” He removed his shirt and brought it around Rachel’s shoulders. Then bent and scooped up her clothing. “We’re going to my office.”

The doors opened. Rachel rushed out, unconcerned with her undressed state. She sucked in several lung full’s of fresh air-conditioned air. A quick glance told her they were alone. The clock on the wall revealed it was almost seven-ten. The whole building was probably empty by now.

James passed her and she followed him to his office. He closed and locked the door behind them. She watched him toss her clothes to the sofa, and turn on a desk lamp. When he turned to face her, his gaze traveled down her body in a lingering, visual caress. Remembering her pussy was exposed, Rachel pulled his shirt around her. A crooked grin covered his face, too sexy for words. Suddenly she felt exposed and shy. They’d just had smoking hot sex in the elevator, where did they go from there?

He walked back to her with a lazy, satisfied look on his face, the glaze of their recent intimacy still evident in his eyes. Rachel tried to avoid looking down at his pants, when she knew they were still unzipped and parted. Excitement filled her senses. Cum was running down the inside of her thigh and she resisted rubbing her legs together to stop the tickle. She began to tingle all over, anticipating that they would fuck again. She’d enjoyed his magnificent cock inside her and wanted to experience it again.

“What do we do now?” she asked when James halted within an inch from her.

“I want to see all of you. Take your clothes off.”