But does he know?
Probably not.
Because that deep voice is still growling, hoarse and rough on the phone. Sure, the tones seem even angrier now, but that’s directed at someone else and not me.
Disappointment swells in my chest. He doesn’t know. He can’t tell.
But it’s okay. It’s better this way.
And slowly, my hands drop to my sides once more, torso straightening. Because what was I thinking? Baring my pussy to my stepdad in the darkness of the hallway? I’m Mona the shy mouse, not Mona the super slut.
And slowly, sanity returns. Quietly, I pad down the hallway in silence, socks slippery on the parquet floor. My reflection stares back at me from a decorative mirror in the hallway.
See? The voice in my head scoffs. Gray would never be interested in you.
Because what was I thinking? My brown curls are tangled, a bird’s nest perched on my head. Plus, I’m curvy with a lot to spare. Big Double Ds. An ass that puts Kim Kardashian to shame.
By contrast, Gray likes women like my mom, slender and tall. He’d probably be disgusted by my poochy belly and thick thighs.
Oh god, what came over me? Why did I just do that? Shame fills my chest, hot and heavy. Gray is so handsome, and I’m nowhere near good enough for him. It’s probably best he didn’t see me, because he’d be disgusted by my body.
Shaking my head, I make my way back to the safety of my bedroom. What’s gotten into me? How could I think my stepdad would be interested? They were the fantasies of a misguided teen girl, one who’s never really known a man. Not to mention these thoughts are probably criminal and could land me in jail.
Could I go to prison?
Could they put me in the slammer for wanting my stepdad?
But once under the covers, my cheeks flush hot. Because I wasn’t supposed to, but I did. And it felt unbelievably good, a thrill in the pit of my stomach. My pussy throbs, pulsing under the covers, and a secret smile crosses my face. Grayson, the voice in my head chants. Grayson, Grayson, Grayson …
And gradually, sleep claims me, images of the handsome billionaire dancing in my mind.
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A Sneak Peek: Beg Me
~Sold to My Dad’s Boss~
A May December Romance
© 2016
By Cassandra Dee
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Beg Me: Sold to My Dad’s Boss
Ten days. I had to spend ten days with Mr. Jones, my dad’s boss, so that my dad could keep his job.
My dad was caught stealing from his company and Mr. Jones fired him on the spot. But that meant financial ruin for my family. We’d have no place to live, nothing to eat, and I’d have to drop out of school.
But then Mr. Jones proposed a solution. I’d spend ten days with him at his mansion and everything would be forgiven.
Except the alpha male had rules.
I had to wear his clothes.
Eat his food.
And worst of all, beg when he asked.
I’m ashamed to say … but I desperately wanted it!
Hey Readers -- This is a sexy, smutty romance that will make your cheeks burn and your panties melt! As always, there’s a guaranteed HEA. Enjoy! Love, Cassie
CHAPTER ONE
Lindy
I struggled into my swimsuit. It was kind of obscene, I had to admit. I’ve grown a lot in the last year, horizontally mostly, and my boobs, which had been tiny before now went out to here, while my ass went out to there. Basically I was the proverbial hourglass: sassy, curvy, and busting out in all places.
But I sighed. What choice did I have? It was my parents’ twentieth anniversary and I’d rushed home for the party after finals. I’d been so busy studying and trying to do well that I hadn’t had a chance to buy myself a new swimsuit. I scrutinized myself again. Okay, well if I hiked the top up a little at the neck, and made sure the butt part stayed down, at least most of me would be covered … almost. Barring any accidents or any slippery mishaps, I’d be okay.
I sighed again, turning away from the mirror in my childhood bedroom. Yep, the space was exactly as I’d left it last year. It was a blast from the past. In high school, I’d been really nerdy, studying all the time so that I could get into a good college and the room showed it. The walls were bare but I had a huge bookshelf filled with textbooks and “serious” reading like Charles Dickens and some Russian authors whose names I couldn’t pronounce, then or now. Go figure.
But despite the boring exterior, I’m still a fun girl … it’s just fun of a personal kind. Because I got a Kindle for Christmas and suddenly there was unlimited access to all sorts of naughty stories. There were steamy times with my hand tucked between my legs, bringing myself to heaven as I devoured the words while eating up the dirty pictures and videos. So I was the proverbial good girl with a bad side – innocent on the outside but filthy within.
But I shook myself, sighing. Right, back to business. This swimsuit. I looked kind of looked like a pornstar even though it was a modest black one-piece, something that was supposed to cover real acreage and totally appropriate for a family setting. The problem was me. There was so much of me now that the conservative cut was now racy, my flesh jiggling this way and that, creamy and exposed. But sighing again, I gave up, tying my brown curls into a ponytail while grabbing a towel and leaving the room. I’d just have to be careful, I reminded myself, padding downstairs to the kitchen and glancing through the back window to the patio outside.
The party was already in full swing, people splashing in the pool, my dad at the grill looking jovial, chatting up a storm. It was mostly older folks: my parents’ friends, middle aged couples in their forties, wrinkled and tired.
But then I saw him. Christopher Jones is my dad’s boss at United Electric, although I think he’s actually a few years younger than my dad. I’d always had a crush on him and at this moment, the gorgeous man was hauling himself out of the pool, his arms strong as he dragged that muscular torso from the water. I gasped, my breath coming fast, knees literally going weak because the man was like a god come to life, so gorgeous and dominant emerging from the water.
Rivulets of liquid sluiced off his hard muscles. His arms strained and flexed as he pulled himself to hip height, level with the pool’s edge before maneuvering himself out all the way, rising to stand on the deck. He was like a warrior come to life, his body muscled and perfectly proportioned, with broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and the thick, heavy thighs. As if feeling my gaze on him, he turned sparkling blue eyes to me, meeting my eyes through the window. His look was knowing and warm. I flushed, growing bright red, forcing myself to stay still instead of instinctively ducking out of sight. Oh my god, had he seen me or was it just a trick of the light, like a reflection of the window pane?
It was impossible to know for sure, but my inner parts tingled suddenly, wetly moist from that masculine stare. Oh god, how did Mr. Jones do this to me? There were boys at school who’d been interested but they did nothing. I’d shared a couple kisses, wet and slobbery, and a few had felt up my boobs, moaning with ecstasy as they grabbed fistfuls of breastflesh, making me squeal with pain, pull away at the manhandling.
But I knew with certainty that Mr. Jones would be completely different. Reflexively, my gaze dropped to his large, square hands, dripping with water and my mouth went dry, a fire lighting within my body. Because those hands would be so smooth, so agile on my curves, stroking me to heaven, making me come again and again, my body moist, open, begging him for more.
And oh god, that package. The big man was wearing board shorts, the kind that looked like regular shorts, coming to his knee. But even through the loose canvas material, I could see a hard edge, an outline of something massive. It was a promise so hard, hot and hungry t
hat my pussy began to tingle, responding to the call of this male animal.
As if reading my mind, Mr. Jones grinned at me through the window, winking before turning away to talk to someone, nonchalant, like nothing was wrong. I snapped back to reality. Holy shit, he had seen me, I hadn’t been imagining the eye contact, those blue eyes had read my desire, how I’d grown flushed with heat, needing him, my breasts heaving with excitement. My mind went crazy, spinning into various scenarios where I imagined being entangled with him in all sorts of illicit, crazy positions.
But real life struck. I was a nineteen year old college girl whereas he was an experienced, dominant alpha male. What did I have to offer? Chris could get any woman he wanted. Any female would be happy for a few minutes alone with that hard, male body. So I snapped myself back to reality. What had felt like a slow-mo scene to me, a fantasy sequence complete with flashbacks and flash forwards, had probably been two seconds of real life at most. I’d probably imagined the whole thing. It’d been nothing but a daydream, the fantasies of an inexperienced girl. Because of course, Mr. Jones was already chatting up some middle-aged woman. She was a skinny blonde chick with an orange tan who looked him up and down hungrily, eyeing him lasciviously while licking her lips, hanging onto his every word and devouring him with her eyes.
Embarrassed suddenly, I turned away with my head down, grabbing my towel before making my way outside to sit behind a tree to make myself inconspicuous. Mr. Jones had so many options. The world was at his fingertips and there were women dying to meet him. As for me? I was a teenage girl, a complete nobody, and absolutely, utterly out of my league. But still, my pussy tingled from the memory of that one look, and my body grew hot all over. I knew there’d be more between me and this gorgeous man. The only question was when?
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MORE BY CASSANDRA DEE
Hi! I have so many books that it’s hard to share them all, but here are some of my favorites:
Pregnant By My Boss (a sassy party planner gets unexpectedly pregnant by the billionaire who hires her for her decorating services)
Sold at the Auction (a beautiful virgin is sold at an auction at the Billionaires Club)
My Friend’s Dirty Uncle (during summer vacation, a girl meets her friend’s devastatingly sexy uncle. This is a second chance romance where they re-kindle their relationship in India!)
My Boyfriend’s Boss (to settle her boyfriend’s debt, our heroine spends a steamy month with his boss)
Double Exposure (a sweet girl comforts her former brother in law after her sister’s untimely passing, and falls in love with both him and his law firm partner – warning: hot MMF scenes!)
Double Dare (two handsome corporate raiders need a fake fiancée in order to keep their business afloat)
Seven Brothers of Sin (why choose one brother when you can fall in love with all seven of them?)
Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend (exactly what it sounds like :) )
#BABYMACHINE (a sweet girl is the target of a ruthless billionaire who makes a bet with his friends to see who can bed a virgin first)
Prison Fling (our heroine volunteers her time at the prison library, only to fall head over heels for a billionaire serving white collar time)
The Dirty Hotel King (to pay off her dad’s gambling debts, our heroine sells herself to a hotel magnate to even the score)
Loving the Babysitter (single dad falls head over heels for a beautiful girl who has a natural way with kids)
My 3 Rockstar Bosses (she’s an administrative assistant to not one hot rockstar, but three hot, muscled men)
All the Best Men (again, why limit yourself to one groomsman when all three are interested in you? :) )
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Cassie
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Cassandra Dee is a bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She started out writing erotica but transitioned to romance after falling for one too many book boyfriends.
When she’s not tapping away furiously at her laptop, Cassandra can be found drinking gallons of coffee and watching lots of reality TV. She also enjoys taking the neighbor’s dog for walks, aimlessly wandering the local grocery store, and of course, reading too much about the lives of her favorite celebrities.
Cassandra is living her own HEA with her husband and a beautiful baby boy.
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Sarah May is a contemporary romance author new to the publishing scene, although she’s been writing since she was twelve years old. An administrative assistant by day, she’s a romance author by night.
Sarah lives with her fur baby in Texas, and is planning on getting a second one as soon as Fur Baby 1 can handle a sibling.
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