thirty-five at a Fortune 500 company, she’s one of the two finalists
in line for a Managing Director position. Unfortunately, her rival of
fifteen years, the charming, infuriating Richard Boyd, is just as
qualified, and unlike her, he’s willing to cross pretty much every
line to get what he wants.
the most. That is, until she starts a steamy affair with sex god
Aidan, her direct report. Interoffice relationships with a
subordinate can mean the end of a career, and when Richard finds out,
it’s the perfect opportunity to take his high-heeled nemesis out,
especially since he’s still nursing a grudge against Tara for
rejecting him years ago.
domineering lover has his own dark secrets, endangering more than
just her career. As her liaison spirals out of control, salvation
will come from the man she always thought she hated, and perhaps the
only one to truly understand
I needed to regroup, figure out what I really wanted. I wanted…something. But hooking up with a random guy definitely wasn’t it.
A woman had other ways to satisfy her sexual cravings. Mine came in trendy silver, with an electronically operated, “modest-sized” device designed specifically for ”her” pleasure. It was there for me when I needed it, it didn’t require any work on my part to get it ready, and it didn’t ask to rank our latest adventure when we were done. “Tara, sweetie, how was it? I feel like this one was at least a solid eight.” My Adam & Eve had a bit more common sense than that.
Today, our ”date” started just like it always did—a quick steamy shower to get my limbs soft and ready, and a little spritz of perfume (hey, I knew my date wasn’t real, but I was trying to get in the mood). I dropped onto my silk, thousand-thread-count sheets, and…nirvana.
Only the ordeal didn’t go according to my plan. The moment I closed my eyes, I saw Aidan’s face. Grinning and looking at me with a devilish smile on his face. His arm with the snake tattoo that went all the way up and around his bicep slid under my blouse and reached for my breasts. Hang on a minute. Why had Aidan invaded my intimate session with my vibrator? Why did he think he was welcome?
I needed a restart.
Some more perfume, extra pillows behind my back.
There, much better.
Ahh, it felt so good.
Aidan, that time bare-chested, showed me exactly where that tattoo disappeared. In the masculine curve between his hard bicep and his shoulder blade.
I wouldn’t be masturbating to the image of Aidan stripping in front of me. He was exerting himself for me at work, not for my climax. We might have shared burritos, but it still didn’t give him the right to turn into my made-up, perfect man who helped me release my tension at the end of a busy day.
Go away, Aidan.
I was doing something wrong here. As a method of last resort, I tried to bring up the images of a real bad boy I’d met during my trip to Buenos Aires many years ago. Our one real night was steamy, but it couldn’t be compared to the many fake ones when I’d used those memories to help my battery-operated assistant.
Yet, no matter how hard I tried to work my tricks, the images of a bad boy came with a sexy tattoo on his arm, a set of mischievous dimples, and there was nothing remotely Hispanic in those sexy blue eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, orgasm-less and totally frustrated, I threw my vibrator aside and climbed under the covers.
has always seen Romance stories in everyday life. Well, maybe not
“everyday”, strictly speaking, unless you count spying on a
charismatic hedge fund manager ordinary, or touring across Turkey on
a quest to figure out the puzzle in the will of a deceived Turkish
woman as something you’d normally do, or even battling it out on the
executive floor with a decades-long nemesis who happens to be
standing in your way of achieving your life’s goals. One thing is
certain, though. Love will prevail (even if sometimes with the help
of steamy sex).
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