Erotic
Mild-mannered secretary Marietta Lawson thought her life as a
corporate spy was over. She hoped it was. But, when her increasingly paranoid
boss uncovers a conspiracy meant to destroy Redding PharmaCo, she is called to
action one last time.
Action
Will she be able to uncover the mystery behind Damon Kelly, the man her boss is convinced will bring the company to its knees? Or will a man she's never met save Mari from a life of service to a corrupt billionaire?
Espionage
Warning: This 18,000+ word erotic romance novella features desperate situations, paranoid delusions, dark shadows, a mysterious conspiracy, an unbelievable twist, explicit sexual situations, bondage, dominance, blindfolding, and the loss of control.
Excerpt:
"I could not let you get away from me," he said with his hands still on her shoulders. "When I saw you for the first time, I decided you weren't walking out of the interview until I was sure you were coming back. There's something about you that I don't think I've ever seen before. Like I said, if you stay with me, you will never want again. Anything you desire, you'll have. Anything at all."
She took a deep breath and searched his face for some sign that he was lying, playing a joke, or anything else. Mari just could not believe something like this was happening to her, not her. She was the girl with the strange glasses and bad taste in movies. She was not a person to be worshiped by gorgeous, powerful men.
This just can't be, she told herself, but as he moved close again and put his hands on her hips, there was no denying reality.
When he touched her this time, it was his fingers closing around her wrists. He pushed her sleeves up her forearms, and kissed her wrists one at a time. The warmth of his lips traced the tendons on the undersides of her arms, up, up, up until her sleeves bared as much arm as they could.
"I need," he began before stopping to swallow, "I need this, Marietta. I need you."
She had no idea how, or even if, she should respond. As he gently slipped the jacket off over her shoulders, Mari searched Masterson's face again, still unable to accept that there was no punch line, that this was no joke.
After the jacket, he kissed her again, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her neck. They both opened their eyes as their lips parted. Mari looked up at him, and put her trembling fingers on either side of his face.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said, placing his hands over hers. "Nothing at all. May I?" His hand slid down her throat to the first button on her tailored dress shirt. She bought it the day before she started, after her mother told her she should wear clothes that 'actually fit for once.'
As she watched him, still suspicious, she felt her inhibitions begin to fade. His piercing blue eyes worked inside her, pried away her defenses. Began to crumble the stone walls she built.
Mari nodded.
Button after button, until he was down to her waist, he reverentially opened Mari's shirt and gently slid it back over her shoulders, then un-tucked and draped it over the back of the chair on top of her jacket.
She realized, when he turned back to face her again, that the light in his office was a bit dim. The gentle, orangeish glow mocked either dawn or sunset. For a moment, her thoughts fixated comfortably on that distraction, but Masterson brought her back to reality, back to him, when he turned her arms over again, and instead of saying any words, just breathed as he beheld her.
Action
Will she be able to uncover the mystery behind Damon Kelly, the man her boss is convinced will bring the company to its knees? Or will a man she's never met save Mari from a life of service to a corrupt billionaire?
Espionage
Warning: This 18,000+ word erotic romance novella features desperate situations, paranoid delusions, dark shadows, a mysterious conspiracy, an unbelievable twist, explicit sexual situations, bondage, dominance, blindfolding, and the loss of control.
Excerpt:
"I could not let you get away from me," he said with his hands still on her shoulders. "When I saw you for the first time, I decided you weren't walking out of the interview until I was sure you were coming back. There's something about you that I don't think I've ever seen before. Like I said, if you stay with me, you will never want again. Anything you desire, you'll have. Anything at all."
She took a deep breath and searched his face for some sign that he was lying, playing a joke, or anything else. Mari just could not believe something like this was happening to her, not her. She was the girl with the strange glasses and bad taste in movies. She was not a person to be worshiped by gorgeous, powerful men.
This just can't be, she told herself, but as he moved close again and put his hands on her hips, there was no denying reality.
When he touched her this time, it was his fingers closing around her wrists. He pushed her sleeves up her forearms, and kissed her wrists one at a time. The warmth of his lips traced the tendons on the undersides of her arms, up, up, up until her sleeves bared as much arm as they could.
"I need," he began before stopping to swallow, "I need this, Marietta. I need you."
She had no idea how, or even if, she should respond. As he gently slipped the jacket off over her shoulders, Mari searched Masterson's face again, still unable to accept that there was no punch line, that this was no joke.
After the jacket, he kissed her again, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her neck. They both opened their eyes as their lips parted. Mari looked up at him, and put her trembling fingers on either side of his face.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," he said, placing his hands over hers. "Nothing at all. May I?" His hand slid down her throat to the first button on her tailored dress shirt. She bought it the day before she started, after her mother told her she should wear clothes that 'actually fit for once.'
As she watched him, still suspicious, she felt her inhibitions begin to fade. His piercing blue eyes worked inside her, pried away her defenses. Began to crumble the stone walls she built.
Mari nodded.
Button after button, until he was down to her waist, he reverentially opened Mari's shirt and gently slid it back over her shoulders, then un-tucked and draped it over the back of the chair on top of her jacket.
She realized, when he turned back to face her again, that the light in his office was a bit dim. The gentle, orangeish glow mocked either dawn or sunset. For a moment, her thoughts fixated comfortably on that distraction, but Masterson brought her back to reality, back to him, when he turned her arms over again, and instead of saying any words, just breathed as he beheld her.
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