Ivy glanced at Lennon, who grinned at Jack’s warning.
She was scared, her heart pounding, her blood pumping so hard in her ears it sounded like the roar of an ocean.
“Yes.”
She whispered the word so Lennon couldn’t recognize her voice. But Jack heard.
“Good answer,” he said, and casually unzipped his pants to pull out his cock.
He reached for a condom from the bowl of them on the steamer trunk. She couldn’t believe this was happening as he stroked himself to his full hardness and rolled on the condom so matter-of-factly he could have been tying his shoes if he’d been wearing any.
“You can say ‘Red’ anytime,” Lennon said from his armchair. “We’re big boys. We have self-control.”
Ivy nodded her understanding, taking comfort in his words. It made it easier when Jack pushed her legs wide open. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Lennon leaning forward, lifting his chin to see her better. Since she’d gotten a full wax yesterday, she knew he could see everything—her open labia, her clitoris, her wetness—and it aroused her even more to know Lennon was seeing her body without even knowing it was hers. Jack inserted his index finger into her and rubbed along the walls of her vagina.
“New and eager,” Jack said with a dirty grin, clearly impressed by how wet she was. She realized quickly he wasn’t talking to her, but Lennon. “I’ll open her up for you. You finish her off. Sound like a plan?”
Lennon answered, “A perfect plan.”
Jack gripped her by the back of the knees and knelt between her thighs. This was happening…it was actually happening…Ivy breathed quick, shallow breaths to calm herself. It didn’t work. Jack had his cock in his hand, and the tip pushed against her clitoris. A spasm of pleasure shot through her, and Ivy instinctively lifted her hips to offer herself to him. With one smooth stroke he was inside her. He pushed her dress up to her stomach, gripped her waist and rode her with firm steady thrusts. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, letting a strange man fuck her while her boss watched. She lifted her head and watched Jack’s cock pumping in and out of her. No denying it—she was doing this. Her head fell back on the sofa and she turned toward Lennon. She didn’t mean to meet his eyes but as soon as she did, she couldn’t look away. See me…she wanted to say to him. Look at me. I’m not who you think I am. I’m not just your assistant. I’m a woman, and I need you like this… He saw her. Those blue eyes of his never left hers as Jack fucked her. If only he knew her, knew it was her. It’s me… she told him with her eyes. It’s Ivy, and I want you enough I did this for you, to be with you…
Jack was fucking her hard now, and Ivy opened her legs wider for him. Lennon moved from the chair and sat on the steamer trunk next to them. She wasn’t ready for him to touch her, but touch her he did, pressing his hand onto her lower stomach and pushing down as if trying to feel Jack’s cock moving inside her. Then Lennon dipped his fingertips into his white wine and touched her clitoris with them. She inhaled sharply, nearly flinching at the sudden coolness on her burning body. He grinned as he rubbed the swollen knot of flesh, toying with it at first before giving it the serious attention it needed. Her hips moved in tight circles as Lennon touched her and Jack fucked her. All sensation was concentrated in her pelvis, in her sex. Lennon worked her clitoris with two fingers and it was more than she could take. This man she adored and lusted after touching her so intimately while she was being fucked…she came with a cry and a shudder, her hole gripping and grabbing at Jack’s cock still pounding her. He slammed his orgasm into her as Ivy lay back, closed her eyes and took it.
She was empty inside again and her body felt warm and drowsy. Somewhere she heard a door open and close. Ivy was being lifted into strong arms. Limp and spent, she let the strong arms pull her upright and press her into the back of the couch. Thighs nudged her legs open and someone penetrated her again. Ivy opened her eyes and found herself in Lennon’s arms, her chin on his shoulder, her legs wound around his waist, as he pinned her to the back of the couch with his cock inside her.
His hands were on her back, lowering the zipper on her dress. She stiffened, suddenly wide awake.
“We’re alone,” Lennon said, kissing her bare shoulder as he slid the straps of her dress down her arms. Down, down it went until he’d pushed her dress to her waist, baring her breasts for him. “Don’t be shy.”
Shy? She was finally having sex with the man she’d adored for two years. Ivy leaned back, arching for him, offering her breasts to him. He ran his hands over them, squeezing them lightly, holding them in his palms as he licked and sucked her nipples. Lennon was sucking her nipples and it felt better than anything had ever felt in her life. Fucking her softly at first, deeply, and then harder and harder. Jack had warned her Lennon would be rougher with her than he was. But Jack hadn’t warned her it would feel this good. He was fucking her so hard now she could feel it in her stomach. She loved it, needed it, had needed it ever since she went to work for Lennon. He pulled out of her but only to turn her, bending her over the sofa arm. He entered her from behind and fucked her deep, his hands holding her breasts and squeezing them, tugging the nipples until she moaned.
“You like this?” he asked, and his voice sounded so unlike him. So forceful and dominant.
“Yes.”
“When I’m done fucking you I’m going to flog you. Then fuck you again. You want that?”
“Yes.” She was so wet from his thrusts she felt it dripping down her thighs.
“I knew you would.”
But how did he know? He didn’t even know it was her.
He didn’t know…
“Red,” Ivy said.
Lennon pulled out of her immediately as Ivy yanked her dress back up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking scared, concerned. He touched her arm. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” she said, scrambling off the sofa. “I’m sorry.”
He reached for her again as she headed for the door, but she kept walking away from him and out of the house.
What was she thinking, having sex with her own boss without telling him it was her? Jack knew he was having anonymous sex with a girl he’d never met before. But Lennon didn’t, and that wasn’t right. No matter how much she wanted him, how good it felt, it wasn’t right.
By Monday morning, Ivy had pulled herself together as best as she could. She dressed in her normal clothes, did her hair the normal way, prepared to act as normally as she could. She wouldn’t blow her cover. She wouldn’t confess. She wouldn’t put Lennon in a horribly awkward position because she’d followed him to his party like some lovesick puppy. She would be a grownup and carry the secret. In the break room she poured two cups of coffee and marched into his office like it was any other day.
“Morning,” she said, handing him his coffee.
“How was your weekend?”
“Good. Yours?” Ivy asked, keeping her face empty of expression.
“Good. Too short.”
“Typical, right?”
“Right. But back to work. Can you bring me the Close Brothers file?”
She walked to the filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. When she pulled out the file, something fell out onto the floor.
Ivy bent to pick it up and found a black mask in her hand.
She looked at it, then looked at Lennon, who was smiling smugly at her with his hands clasped behind his head.
“You tan easily, you know,” he said. “But your Star of David pendant blocks the sun. You have a six-pointed pale spot on your chest.”
“You knew it was me?”
“The whole time…”
“I didn’t mean to. Jack was there and he asked me what I wanted and I said you. What’s going to happen?” Ivy’s heart pounded outside her chest, the mask clutched in her hand, memories of his mouth on her breasts and his fingers on her clitoris setting her to blushing and flushing and burning inside and out.
Lennon stood up and walked over
to her. As he passed the door, he closed it and locked it.
“What would you say to a four-day weekend?” he asked. Before she could answer he dipped his head and kissed her slow and deep and long, his tongue touching hers, his hands on her lower back and roaming lower, and his hips pushing into hers. She pulled back from the kiss and stared up at him. He knew. And she knew. And they’d done it anyway. And now they were going to do it again.
“I would say… Hell yes, boss. Best idea I’ve ever heard.”
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
L. MARIE ADELINE is the pseudonym for Lisa Gabriele, a bestselling author and award-winning TV producer. Her S.E.C.R.E.T. erotica trilogy was published in more than thirty countries. She lives in Toronto.
VALERIE ALEXANDER lives in Los Angeles. Her work has been published in Best of Best Women’s Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica and other anthologies.
TARA BETTS is the author of the poetry collection Arc & Hue. Tara’s writing has also appeared in several journals and anthologies, including Best Black Women’s Erotica 2 and Erotic Haiku.
AMY BUTCHER is a writer, illustrator and silver-fox “liminal guide” who enjoys leading people through transformations. She is Chief Whimsy Officer of the erotic collaborative Body Trust, co-edited the 2015 IPPY Gold Medal-winning anthology Sex Still Spoken Here and authored the 2012 award-winning mystery novel Paws for Consideration.
ROSE CARAWAY is a writer, editor, narrator, audiobook producer and podcaster for the hit show “The Kiss Me Quick’s” Erotica Podcast. She freely celebrates all things erotica with her wonderful Lurid Listeners, and is fondly known as “The Sexy Librarian” who scours the globe searching for sexy stories.
DEBORAH CASTELLANO (http://www.deborahmcastellano.com) made her erotica debut with “Courting Him” in Best Women’s Erotica 2009. Her work includes “Party Girl” and “How to Become a Lady Adventurer” published by Freya’s Bower, “Maid for You” in Best Lesbian Erotica 2012, “Tails” in Anything for You and “Day Job” in Slave Girls.
HEIDI CHAMPA is an extensively published author of erotic fiction. Find out more at heidichampa.blogpspot.com.
DORIANA CHASE lives in a seaside New England town with her husband and two cats. She writes and draws every day. Many of her short stories and articles have been published under different names, and she is currently working on two books: an erotic romance and a graphic novel. Visit her Facebook page at www.facebook.com/doriana.chase.
ELIZABETH COLDWELL lives and writes in London. Her stories have appeared in numerous anthologies, including five volumes of Best Women’s Erotica. She can be found at The (Really) Naughty Corner, elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com.
J. CRICHTON and H. KEYES both reside in Japan and have appeared in other erotica anthologies including Can’t Get Enough, edited by Tenille Brown, and Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.
DOROTHY FREED is the pseudonym of an erotica writer who lives near San Francisco. Her stories have appeared in anthologies including Cheeky Spanking Stories, Twice the Pleasure, Ageless Erotica and Sex Still Spoken Here. Her blog, Sixty-Nine and Still Sexual, is on her website, dorothyfreedwrites.com
THEDA HUDSON‘s erotica presses sexual boundaries, boiling over with leather and latex, steaming with desire. Her work includes stories in Best Lesbian Erotica 2011 and 2015, Best Lesbian Romance 2011 and 2012 and an urban paranormal novel, Dyke Valiant. She lives with four cats, one thousand books and one understanding partner.
LAZULI JONES’s particular brand of erotica has previously appeared in Torquere Press’s They Do anthology and the Mythologically Torqued anthology. Her first novel, Abyssal Zone, is available from eXtasy Books. As a local performer and queer activist, Lazuli can be found haunting the stage in Ontario, Canada with an odd play or a bit of slam poetry.
ELISE KING is a former fiction editor and an MFA candidate, currently at work on her first novel. Her work has appeared in Fine Lines. She lives in Nebraska, and aside from her corporate day job, she spends every minute possible on her writing.
ROSE P. LETHE is a corporate copyeditor, copywriter and watcher of cat videos. After completing an MFA in creative writing, she found she could no longer stomach “serious literature,” and has since turned to more enjoyable creative pursuits.
TABITHA RAYNE loves all things sensual, from painting nude ladies to writing erotic tales. Her erotic fantasy, The Clockwork Butterfly Trilogy, explores a dystopian future where sexual pleasure holds the key to survival. Her stories appear in anthologies from Cleis Press, Xcite, Ravenous Romance, Burning Books, Velvet Books and more.
TIFFANY REISZ is the author of the international bestselling Original Sinners series. Her book The King won the 2015 Lambda Award for Best Gay Erotica. Find her on Twitter@tiffanyreisz.
RIA RESTREPO has written just about everything from literary fiction to political humor under various names. Now she’s focused on writing what she loves to read—mainly romance and erotica. Her erotic romance “Undercover Desires” was recently published in Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica from House of Erotica books.
D.R. SLATEN began writing at a very young age. She spent most of her childhood with stories running in her head side by side with real stories in her life. Raising children, practicing law and life sidetracked her from her stories. Now her stories have revolted and found a way out.
JESSICA TAYLOR(jessicataylorwriter.com) is writing her first novel, an MMA erotic romance. You can read more of her work in Spy Games: Thrilling Spy Erotica. Jessica is the winner of a Texas Health Resources Literature and Medicine award and two Katey Lehman Awards for creative writing.
JADE A. WATERS (jadeawaters.com) once convinced a boyfriend that reading provocative synonyms from a thesaurus counted as foreplay, and she’s been penning erotic tales in California ever since. Her short fiction appears in various anthologies including Best Erotic Romance 2015, Best Women’s Erotica 2014 and Coming Together: Among the Stars.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a New Jersey-based author, editor and blogger. She has edited over fifty books of erotica, including Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples; Best Bondage Erotica 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015; The Big Book of Orgasms; Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica; Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica; Dirty Dates; Suite Encounters; Going Down; Irresistible; Gotta Have It; Obsessed; Women in Lust; Surrender; Orgasmic; Cheeky Spanking Stories; Bottoms Up; Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica; Fast Girls; Flying High; Do Not Disturb; Going Down; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Please, Sir; Please, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top; Caught Looking; Hide and Seek; Crossdressing; and Lust in Latex. Her anthologies have won eight IPPY (Independent Publisher) Awards, and Surrender won the National Leather Association Samois Anthology Award. Her work has been published in over one hundred anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006. She wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for the Village Voice.
Rachel has written for AVN, Bust, cleansheets.com, Cosmopolitan, Curve, The Daily Beast, thefrisky.com, Glamour, Gothamist, Harper’s Bazaar, Huffington Post, Inked, Mediabistro, Newsday, New York Post, New York Observer, The New York Times, Penthouse, The Root, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Time Out New York, The Washington Post and Zink, among others. She has appeared on The Gayle King Show, The Martha Stewart Show, The Berman and Berman Show, NY1 and Showtime’s Family Business. She hosted the popular In the Flesh Erotic Reading Series, featuring readers from Susie Bright to Zane, and speaks at conferences, does readings and teaches erotic writing workshops across the country and online. She blogs at lustylady.blogspot.com and tweets@raquelita.
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