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Contributing Authors: Eve Langlais, Cathryn Fox, Mandy Harbin, Parker Kincade, Cassandra Carr, Ann Mayburn, Ros Clarke, Lilly Cain, Delilah Devlin, Cari Quinn
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My Secretary, My Mistress – Eve Langlais
Can a boss let go of his inhibitions and let his secretary take charge of him in the bedroom?
Yours to Take - Cathryn Fox
Revenge takes on a sexy twist when a powerhouse lawyer is stripped of her control by the handsome multi-millionaire she once took down in the courtroom.
Against Company Policy – Mandy Harbin
Cassie Tucker and Ian Cope know they should keep things professional on their new assignment, but when desire is faced with physical boundaries and company policy, it’s time to get a little creative…and a little kinky.
White Collar Cowboy - Parker Kincade
Lauren Delgado has had a crush on Gavin Mathis for years, but has a strict “hand-off” policy with the men she works with. When her life takes an unexpected turn, there’s nothing to stop her from accepting Gavin’s invitation to his vacation home on Galveston Island … where she learns the policy is definitely hands-on.
Seducing Chase - Cassandra Carr
When a doctor disappears with millions, can Val and Nate set aside their explosive attraction and save the hospital?
First Kiss - Ann Mayburn
Ryan will never forgot that night in high school when he kissed Emma and lost his heart to her forever. Years later he finds Emma again, but now she’s a pro-Domme that refuses to fall in love. Ryan begins a campaign to win her reluctant heart, one night at a time.
Flirting with the Camera - Ros Clarke
Brilliant, beautiful and bigger than your average plus-size model, Hattie Bell can do anything she sets her mind to. After all, she's just landed her dream job, modelling for top photographer, Tom Metcalfe. So her next goal should be a piece of cake: getting Tom to break his strict rule against workplace romances...
No Restraints - Lilly Cain
Bad girl Selene Carter will do anything to save her business, even team up with the cop who stole her heart. But can Detective Tom Barker help when he knows she's no innocent?
Pleasing Sir - Delilah Devlin
Raelie might be a submissive in search of just the right Dom, but she’s not the kind to sit back and wait for the right man to happen. When she gets the chance to fill in as Bryce Caldwell’s executive assistant, she decides some subtle seduction is needed to see if he dominates the bedroom the same way he does the office.
Shadowboxer - Cari Quinn
She's in for the fight of her life...with the man who only wants to be her lover.
Excerpt 1 - Ann Mayburn - First Kiss NICE Excerpt
“I want to talk to him before I do anything.”
“Awesome.” Moira stood and beamed down at her. “He’s on Skype waiting for you.”
“Well, he was pretty sure you’d say no so he wanted a chance to ask you himself.”
“Has he been listening to us? Shit.”
“No, you’re fine. I turned off the sound.”
“Fuck.” Emma abruptly stood and pulled her dark blonde hair out of its ponytail, vainly trying to finger comb her waves into something that looked somewhat professional. “Look at me! He can’t see me like this.”
“What? So you’re wearing a sweater and yoga pants. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon. No one expects you to be in latex at this hour.”
“But I’m not wearing makeup. I look like I’m fourteen.”
Moira rolled her eyes. “Stop being such a girl. Besides, what do you care what he thinks? You’ve already labeled him as a serial killer in your mind.”
Smoothing her hair back again, Emma glanced down at her comfortable cream cable sweater and yoga pants. While she had to admit she had a nice, if big, ass in yoga pants, the loose sweater combined with her large breasts made her body look shapeless instead of showcasing her hourglass figure. Starting out a first meeting with a potential sub dressed like this wasn’t a good idea. She needed to project strength and authority, which wasn’t going to happen if he saw the coffee stain on the sleeve of her sweater.
Being a pro-Domme was her current profession, and she took it very seriously. With Michigan’s shitty economy, every job was fought over. It had been close to three years since she’d graduated and she still didn’t have a job. While she wasn’t exactly up front about what she did, her parents knew she worked with Moira and were aware of Moira’s business. Emma was sure they’d be much happier if she had steady work as a teacher, but they were realistic enough to know that they would be either homeless or living with Emma without her financial help. Shit, she’d rather be working as a teacher, but despite dozens of interviews she never got one of the few coveted teaching positions at schools where she could actually see herself being happy. If she had to choose between being a pro-Domme or working and living in the ghetto she’d stick to beating men’s asses for a living.
Still, her paranoia was ramping up as she stared at Moira’s computer and debated taking this any further.
Moira must have seen her doubt, because she dragged Emma over to the leather computer chair and shoved her down in it. The moment Emma looked up at the screen her heart rate tripled and her mouth went dry as her body clenched with a surprising rush of desire. He was everything she found attractive in a man. Bald, with thick gold spacers in his ears and deep, dark eyes beneath well shaped brows with the slightest hint of an arch, which gave him a sinister air. Not classically handsome - the angles of his face were too sharp and his nose a bit too big - but it worked for him. His Middle Eastern heritage was evident in the beautiful deep tan that gave him an exotic look. In a way, he reminded her of Yul Brenner in The King and I.
The more she looked at him, the more she felt as if she knew him. Something about him tickled her memory and she tried to remember if she’d seen him somewhere before. He didn’t look like the type that would have hung around with one of her asshole ex-boyfriends. And she was pretty sure she would have remembered a man like this if she’d met him in a bar or at a party. The more she examined him, the more that feeling of recognition danced on the edges of her mind.
While she couldn’t see much of his body other than his black button down shirt-covered chest, he had wonderfully broad shoulders, the kind any woman would fantasize about holding onto while a man thrust himself into her with enough power to steal her breath. At this moment, he was looking down at something on his desk, so he didn’t notice her staring and, she was sure, drooling. Studying the room visible behind him, she took in the framed photos, knickknacks, and assorted books on a set of dark wood bookshelves. By the time he looked up, she’d managed to roll her tongue back into her mouth and assumed some semblance of a professional air. A little moan almost escaped her as she met his gaze. He had amazing eyes with the beautiful pale amber color found only among certain Middle Eastern men.
He was delicious.
She swore she could see his pupils widen and his lips soften as he stared back at her. A little tingling zing raced through her blood, making her nipples peak with interest. He was a big solid man, and when he shifted, his chair creaked beneath his weight. Desire flared in his gaze and her body gave an answering rush of pleasure. While she was used to men reacting to her like this in a scene, having him become aroused at just a glance had her wet and ready to take him. Before her hormones could run away with her common sense, she nodded and tried to assume a neutral expression.
He smiled at her with such joy that she couldn’t help but want to smile back. “Hello, Emma.”
The way he said her name, like it was warm honey flowing over his tongue, had her breath catching in her chest.
“And you are?”
There it was again, that tickle of recognition at the way he said his name with the faintest hint of an accent. He gave her a look like he was almost expecting something, then his gaze cooled and he sighed. She waited for him to speak again, but he only looked down at the table in front of him, his lips moving as he appeared to be reading something, while giving her the opportunity to study him at her leisure. He had sinfully long, dark lashes and she wanted to run her fingertips over them.
She loved blindfolding a submissive and looking her fill while remaining unseen. Taking away a man’s sight was a powerful act of trust for anyone. The willing surrender of a submissive made her fly into Top space, and she craved that sensation like a drug. Even if her subs were buying her services, she cared for the small stable of men she allowed to call on her in the security of the pro-Domme business. Not that she had romantic feelings for any of them, she couldn’t afford any kind of emotional attachment right now, but she wanted them to be happy.
Her attention returned to the man on the screen facing her and she worried that this was a bad idea. When she’d taken the job working for Moira at Kiss of Blue she’d known part of the price she’d pay for her new profession was not having a romantic relationship. The thought of loving a man, then having to go to work and be in a sexual situation with another man made her stomach sour. She couldn’t imagine what kind of guy would tolerate a relationship like that. How could she expect a partner to be monogamous with the job that she had? The harsh reality was that she couldn’t, so she avoided any man that had an actual chance at winning her heart.
That thought brought her back to Ryan and once again, she debated ending this right now. On some primitive level she knew he was dangerous to her fragile sense of security. To anyone else that would probably sound ridiculous, but she’d always listened to her gut, and right now, her intuition was telling her that if she accepted Ryan as a client she’d be playing with fire. For some bizarre reason she had a moment of déjà vu when Ryan looked back up at her. Something about the line of his mouth, how his lower lip was thicker than his upper, made her think about kissing him. She didn’t normally kiss any of her clients, other than a peck. It was too intimate. Yet, a sudden craving to bite his lower lip filled her. For a moment, she swore she could feel the pillow-like press of his mouth against hers and knew exactly the kind of pleasure that would come from his kiss.
In an effort to distract herself, she tried to build a mental profile of her potential client. Knowing her client went a long, long way towards figuring out what he needed, and her attention to detail made her one of the most sought after Dommes at Kiss of Blue. For some men it was only the pain of punishment, for others it was the chance to fulfill a sexual need, and for some it was a bone-deep need to serve.
The urge to lick along his lips came again and she swore she could taste him.
No. Bad Dominatrix. Focus.
Ryan was probably in his late twenties or early thirties, perhaps even around her age, and he had the confidence of an experienced man. Once again, he looked up and his gaze immediately sought hers. When he continued to stare at her, she raised a brow while mentally smacking herself to get her head into the game. First impressions with a submissive, particularly male submissives, were important. Men were like baby ducks in that they tended to immediately imprint on a woman, so their initial interaction needed to be a good one, especially if he was the kind of sub who needed a firm hand.
She drew in a breath. “I understand you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes.” His gaze moved to her mouth and she had to resist the urge to lick her lips.
“Uh.” He looked down and back up. “You should give me a chance.”
“A chance at what?”
“You know, to…ummm….that is….damnit.”
Holding back a laugh at watching this big, manly man get all flustered was difficult.
A slight flush colored his tanned cheeks and he looked down at his desk again. “Shit. I had this whole speech prepared about why you should give me a chance, but one look at you and I’ve lost the ability to read.”
“You had a speech ready?”
“Well yeah. I mean you’re amazing and I know my chances of getting you to come to my house are like slim to none, but…I don’t know. Fuck. This is not how I imagined this going.”
“And how did you imagine it?” Her voice came out a little breathier than usual as she found herself oddly charmed by his obvious unease.
His deep chuckle brought a flush to her cheeks and she was baffled at her crazy strong reaction to this man. “Well, I was hoping to woo you and sweep you off your feet. Instead, you’ve got me babbling like a high school kid after his first real kiss.”
The intent look he gave her made her feel like she was missing something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what. She appreciated his honesty and decided to ease up on him a bit. “You were quite adamant about seeing me instead of some of our other Dommes. Why?”
When he looked back up the complete honesty in his gaze stroked against her soul. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, inside and out.”
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