by Sasha White
Wicked
a True Desires novel
Sasha White
Contents
Wicked
Copyright
Quote
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
37. My Prerogative
About the Author
Wicked
By Sasha White
Copyright
Wicked
ISBN: 978-1-928115-16-8
Published by Sasha White
White Hot Books Edition
Copyright © 2008 Sasha White All rights reserved.
First Edition 2008 Penguin Publishing Corp
Second Edition 2016 Tribe Publishing, White Hot Books
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Cover art: Gypsy Style
Electronic book Publication July 2016
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.
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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental
“A dedicated life is the life worth living. You must give with your whole heart.” ~ Annie Dillard
Prologue
A light scraping across a pierced nipple brought Karl Dawson awake with a pleasurable tingle that went straight to his groin. Nimble fingers flicked the small gold hoop back and forth while another hand smoothed up and down his back. A sigh eased from him, but he didn’t open his eyes.
When a third hand took hold of his growing hard-on, he still didn’t open his eyes. But he did roll onto his back to give the girls easy access. He’d worked hard to keep them both happy the night before. Letting them get him off before they all got up was the perfect way to start the day.
One set of soft lips drifted over his chest and another across his hipbone. As if they’d planned it, one mouth wrapped around a nipple and suckled at the same time wet heat engulfed his cock.
“Wonderful, ladies,” he praised softly. “Very nice.”
He laid a hand on Marie’s back and his fingers tangled gently in Jan’s soft curls. He knew it was Jan sucking his cock without looking. If the way she used her tongue hadn’t given it away, the piercing there would’ve. That meant it was Marie moving between his nipples, teasing him gently.
The three of them had played together before and he’d trained them to know what he liked—what his body liked. It wasn’t their fault he was starting to find their usual sex games boring.
1
“Why is there a woman under your desk?”
Karl Dawson’s steps faltered as soon as he entered the office. He stopped walking to enjoy the view of the denim-covered heart-shaped ass sticking out from under his assistant’s desk. Definitely female. And the way it was tilted up at an angle made his hand itch to spank.
“I’ve switched sides.” The smirk on Graham Nelson’s pretty face as he said that made it clear he was full of shit.
Dressed in black slacks, a purple shirt, and a pink tie, he was such a flaming homosexual that Karl toyed with the urge to hose him down with the fire extinguisher, just to see what would happen.
Instead, all he did was raise an eyebrow, fix his assistant with a look, and deepen his voice slightly. “Graham.”
“My friend Lara. She’s installing a wireless network for us.” Graham stood back from his desk, planted a hand on his outthrust hip, and eyeballed him. “Your client base has increased thirty percent in the last two months alone. This is needed.”
Karl eyeballed him right back. The divorce business was booming, and Graham was right—his legal services were in high demand with no signs of slowing down.
Shit. He hated changes made to his computer. Computers were not his friend. Anything beyond email gave him a headache and Graham knew it. “If you put more crap on my computer and my life gets more difficult…so does yours.”
“Actually…” A muffled voice came from Graham’s desk and Karl tried not to notice his body’s reaction to the delectable ass wiggling and waving as the woman backed out from beneath it.
She stood casually, thick black locks streaming down her back as she tossed her head and met his gaze head on. “Once I get my hands on your laptop you’ll be able to connect to the Internet from pretty much anywhere in the building, including the restaurant downstairs. We’ve set up a dedicated server for your files and all your data has already been transferred. I can teach you how to navigate the new programs in less than fifteen minutes, and life will be easier for you both.”
Graham waved his hand airily. “Trust me on this, Mr. Dawson. The upgrade will make my job easier, therefore your life simpler.”
The words barely registered in his mind as Karl watched Lara check him out. He recognized the appreciation in her gaze and an answering hunger stirred inside him.
He arched an eyebrow her way. “You’re going to teach me?”
“Sure.” Her smile turned suggestive. “I have no problem teaching a man how to do things right.”
“I don’t usually need instruction from my women.”
She shrugged. “All men need instruction at some point or another.”
Fire leapt to life inside of him, but Karl didn’t bother to respond. It had been a hell of a morning and he wasn’t really in the mood to deal with attitude from anyone, sexy or not.
And she was very sexy.
Bright blue eyes, smooth, honey-colored skin, and lush cock-sucking lips made her very tempting, but she wore her arrogant attitude like a second skin. A second skin that blanketed a small, tight body in faded jeans and a skimpy pink T-shirt that made it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. When his gaze lingered on her pert breasts, her nipples hardened and, surprisingly, his mouth watered.
The image of her stretched out on his bed, tied down, and still trying to tell him what to do flashed through his mind and he shook his head. She’d be too much work.
“I’ll be in my office when you’re ready.” He strode into his office, aware of her eyes on him as he walked, and closed the door.
Spring fever had hit full force this year and he’d been fighting his restlessness for a while. How it happened he didn’t know. Work was great. The divorce business was booming, and as one of the city’s top sharks in that pool, he was making more than enough money to make him happy.
Women had always been easy for him. He wasn’t blessed with particularly good looks, his blond hair had just enough curl to make it unruly, and his brown eyes were nothing to speak of, but women still wanted him. Even more so since he’d started
making the big bucks.
He could get as much sex as he wanted, in any way he wanted, and he’d enjoyed it a lot in the past. But lately, sex just didn’t seem to be enough to hold his interest, and the fighting and negotiating of high-profit divorce work was becoming tedious.
At least when he was at the Dungeon he knew it was him the women wanted. When the divorcees and society ladies he met through work hit on him, he was sure they wanted the successful lawyer, not the man.
And yet, last night, for the third time in the last two weeks he’d left the Dungeon alone.
The underground sex club had been his playground for many years, and his reputation as a Dominant had grown so much that offers for companionship were never lacking. More than a couple of offers for sexual play had been made the night before, but he’d turned them all down.
If one of his regular playmates, Jan or Marie, had been there he might’ve been into it. His girls were always eager to please, and that was always fun, but he hadn’t been in the mood for someone new. Strange, considering he used to thrive on the challenge of training a new submissive, or just having a new girl for one night. But, the usual sex games had become…boring.
Hell, his life had become boring. Something was missing.
A sharp rap on his door had him shaking his thoughts off, and focusing on the day ahead. “Come on in.”
Lara strode into his office, a challenging smile on her lips and a gleam in her eye. “Ready for your lessons?”
This one was definitely not boring.
Yet, something tightened in Karl’s chest when he looked at her, and he wasn’t sure if it was annoyance, amusement, or…arousal.
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Lara Fox couldn’t help herself; she loved flirting too much.
She’d flirt pretty much anytime, anywhere, and with anyone. It made her feel good—made her feel strong and sexy, and in control.
Normally she didn’t initiate flirtations unless she was looking to pick someone up for a night, or hustling him at the pool table. But Graham’s boss was pretty yummy, and she was suddenly very hungry. Despite his obviously expensive suit, crisp navy blue tie, and polished shoes, Karl Dawson had an edge to him.
Maybe it was the scar running through his eyebrow, or the hint of ink she saw on his neck when he turned his head and his hair shifted. Then again, it could just be the look in his dark-chocolate-colored eyes—the look of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body.
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” she said when he didn’t reply to her taunt about the lessons. “Just show me your laptop and we can get started.”
“Sweetheart, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” he said as he opened up his laptop.
Oh, you might be surprised, Lara thought with a hidden smile. But instead of saying so, she winked and played a little more. “Is that an invitation?”
Dark eyes flashing, he held out his hands, palms up, and flashed her a cocky grin. When he didn’t say anything further Lara sauntered around the desk to stand beside his chair. Their eyes met and a tingle zinged through her.
So tempting to just straddle his lap and plant a big kiss on him. Just to see his reaction. Well, and to enjoy it, too, because there was no doubt in her mind that she’d enjoy kissing him.
A small smile graced her lips and she turned to the laptop, bent at the waist, and started tapping out commands without another word. The silence stretched and the tension built. Lara’s blood heated and she shifted her stance, arching her back a bit more and locking her knees as she bent over the desk.
If they’d met at another time in another place, she was sure they’d have a hell of a good time for a few hours. But he was her friend’s boss, and that could make things awkward when she wanted to walk away—and she was always the one to walk away—so it wasn’t going to happen. Which meant she had to keep her hormones in check.
The heat of him next to her as she worked was distracting. She worked faster, keeping her eyes on the computer, but she couldn’t help flirting with the fire just a little bit by shifting her weight so that her hip brushed against his shoulder, then away again.
Karl’s chair shifted back a little and she felt his eyes on the tribal tattoo on the small of her back, her ass, her legs. The desire to be touched, to connect—just for a short time—awakened inside her and she closed her eyes briefly.
This was not good. Not good at all. She needed to get out of there. Her lunch break was almost over and she had her own job to get back to.
Yeah, that was it. Work.
She gave herself a mental head slap and straightened up.
“Okay, look at this,” she called him forward. “It’s obvious you’re familiar with the Internet and email, which means you also know that it’s not always reliable. With the dedicated server you can store all your files on here and they can be accessed by anyone with the passwords.”
All business, Lara went on to explain what the passwords were, and how he could change them to his own. How he could make certain areas accessible only to him, and leave others open to Graham and anyone else he needed to share information with. She showed him the new programs she’d installed at Graham’s request, all the files they’d already transferred, and showed him how to work the system, as well as the advantages of the wireless connection.
“Got it?” she asked.
“You were right,” he nodded. “These changes will make things a bit easier. Thank you.”
She chuckled. “Try not to choke on the words.”
“Hey, it doesn’t happen often, so when it does I don’t mind admitting I was wrong.”
She perched her butt on the edge of his desk and leaned back on her hands. The posture thrust her breasts forward and the air sizzled between them as his gaze swept over her. “A little arrogant, aren’t you?”
“Not arrogant.” He grinned wickedly. “Confident.”
Her mouth ran away without her brain again. “It’s been my experience that men as confident as you are often overcompensating for something. What do you think about that?”
“I think you haven’t experienced me.”
An unladylike bark of laughter jumped from her lips. “Oh ho! Is that a challenge?”
His eyes darkened and his smile became almost predatory. “Maybe it’s a warning.”
Lara’s heart pumped faster and blood raced through her veins. Suddenly she was feeling very alive.
She pushed away from the desk and started for the door. “Too bad. I’ve always been a sucker for a challenge.” Her hand was on the doorknob when his next softly spoken words halted her in her steps.
“But a warning scares you off?”
Now that was a challenge.
2
She should’ve ignored it.
Lara’s instincts told her Karl Dawson was trouble, but he was the type of trouble she just could not resist. Even as her gut had told her to forget it, she’d turned back to meet his mocking gaze. Now she was putting on mascara and debating on if she wanted to wear panties or not.
The night was going to end with sex, there was no doubt in her mind about that. But it was all she’d let happen. She wasn’t shy about her body’s needs, and there was no denying the chemistry between them, but it wouldn’t last.
It never did.
“I can’t believe you’re going out with Graham’s boss,” Peter said from his perch on her bed.
Peter was a full-time writer and Graham’s lover. He owned the small house they all lived in. Situated on the now trendy Commercial Drive near downtown, it was his family’s home. He’d inherited it when his parents retired to the island, and it was the perfect location for her because it was a quick drive to work, and “the Drive” had many restaurants and a few pubs popping up.
The two men lived upstairs in the main part of the house while Lara rented the basement apartment and banked every cent she could so that someday soon she’d be able to buy her own house.
It didn’t need to be a big one, but she wanted something that was a
ll hers. Something no one could ever take away from her.
“He seemed okay with it,” she said with a shrug. Not that it mattered.
Even though her place was technically separate, the guys had made it a point to become friends with her since she’d moved in just over a year ago. Now they acted like roommates, watching movies and eating together occasionally, as well as nosing into each other’s lives. Or trying to, anyway.
The guys shared everything with her, sometimes over-sharing, but she kept her secrets. They thought they knew her pretty well, but out of necessity Lara had learned to be a good actress at a very young age.
“We’re not enough for you, huh?”
She arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Maybe if I ever got more out of you than a kiss and a cuddle, but as it stands… No.”
Peter met her gaze in the mirror. “All you need to do is say the word.”
She tensed. “And how would Graham feel about that?”
His full lips lifted on one side and a dimple appeared in his stubbled cheek. “He probably wouldn’t like it as much as I did.”
That was an understatement, and they both knew it. While Peter was openly bi-sexual, Graham wasn’t. He was also in love with Peter.
Every now and then the sexual tension would grow between her and Peter, and Lara knew that if it weren’t for Graham they’d had a good time between the sheets. But until Graham was either out of the picture, or invited her into their bed himself, she was staying out of their domestic situation.
“Which is why it’s best I find my entertainment elsewhere,” Lara said with a wink. “Now fuck off so I can get dressed. I’m meeting him in half an hour and I need some peace before I leave.”
Peter left and Lara dressed quickly. She did wear panties under her short, flirty skirt, but decided against a bra to go under the black satin camisole she chose to go with it. When she wore a bra, she filled a B-cup perfectly, so one wasn’t always necessary, and she liked the touch of the smooth fabric against her bare skin.