IF A MAN HAS AN AFFAIR AT WORK, HE’S A STUD. He was a royal prick.
The night we met, he ignored me. Then Mr. Big Shot CEO grabbed my ass in a business meeting. My boss just loaned me out to this guy. Now, we’re working on a major project together. And our chemistry is dangerous. Combustible. If I allow it to ignite, I’ll risk losing that promotion. Worse, what if I lose myself in him? IF A WOMAN HAS AN AFFAIR AT WORK, SHE’S A SLUT. From the moment I saw her I knew she was trouble. It was the combination of her fresh face, smart mouth and nipples that seemed to know my name. This woman could satisfy my needs both in the boardroom and the bedroom. But there was more to it than that. I wanted her. Really wanted her. And I was in the position to change the course of her life. But I’ve got secrets, secrets that could destroy her. And either make her mine or drive her away forever.
I’m really not quite sure what to do with her. She’s not like the women I date. She’s not like the women I fuck. Yeah, I have women in my company, just not in my inner circle. So, I’m not sure how to balance having a close work confidante that I want to bang. So damn bad.
Would it be a bad thing to keep her in the conference room after dismissing the rest of the team, lock the doors, pick her up and seat her on the edge of the conference room table. Feel her melt into my hand as I run my fingertips down the front of her silk tank top. When she shivers, twist her taunting nipples until they harden, then stop and listen to her moan. Would that lost animal sound be coming from what I was doing to her or because I stopped? I wouldn’t wait to find out as I pushed her underwear aside, and harden even more, the moment I feel her wetness. Using her slick juices to moisten her clit, I’d finger her until she is gasping for air and reaching for me. I’d let just her nails and the tips of her finger graze my hard cock as I hang just out of reach. I would totally get off knowing that it is her need to grab me, making her wilder, and that crazed instinctual desire in her eyes would have me titanium hard. I need to be buried deep inside her.
I know my face is portraying a practiced and perfected look of deep concentration when my VP of Product Development asks for the second time, “Can we get the go-ahead on that, Hale?”
Shaking my head and drawing my brows together, “Give me your full brief in writing.” I act as if there’s something bothering me in what he presented, when in actuality I’m just buying time because I didn’t hear a word he said.
Author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.