by Opal Carew
Self-consciously, she reached behind her head and checked her hair, which was held in a twist at the back of her head. She didn’t usually wear her long, black hair pinned up, but she felt it looked more professional this way. The same with her smart charcoal gray suit and white blouse. Not her usual attire, since the environment at her cousin’s Sally’s company, where Jessica had last worked, had been pretty casual and everyone who worked there normally wore jeans to the office. Thank heavens for credit cards.
She glanced at her watch, and her stomach churned. She had to get going. The waitress returned with her card and Jessica signed the slip and tucked the receipt into her wallet. As she slipped on her coat, she noticed the man again, this time buying a newspaper from a news stand just outside. She froze as she realized why this man had drawn her attention.
It was Storm.
This man, in his expensive-looking, tailored suit, his dark hair in a short and stylish cut, was the opposite of the Storm she knew. Her Storm had spiky hair and was typically in comfortable jeans and a skin-tight tank top that showed off his muscles and tattoos, with a black leather jacket at the ready for when he hopped on his big, sleek Harley. He was a guitarist in her brother’s rock band, and he wouldn’t be caught dead in business attire.
She watched this suited man as he tucked the paper under his arm and started walking down the street. That was definitely Storm’s face. She gathered her purse and briefcase from the chair beside her and stood up. What was Storm doing here? And dressed like that?
Excerpt - The Office Slave
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??
Volume 3 of the Red Hot Fantasies series.
Excerpt
Sylvia opened the office door and stepped inside.
A suited man sat behind a huge, mahogany desk, staring at a large, sleek laptop. His glossy hair, black as a raven’s wing, was cropped short. His face, with high cheekbones and angular jaw framing full lips, was striking. He glanced at her with piercing steel-blue eyes and her breath caught. He was intensely masculine. And incredibly sexy.
“Miss Reed.”
“Yes.”
His gaze took in her face, then drifted down her neck and settled on her chest. Heat washed through her at his intense scrutiny. Her nipples puckered as he blatantly stared at her breasts. Then his gaze drifted downward again, slowing over her stomach, then settling a few inches below her navel. She felt as if he could see right through her skirt to the black lace panties beneath. Her vagina clenched.
Her breath held, and when his gaze slid back to her face, she was elated to see approval in his eyes.
“Are you ready to submit to me?”
Her throat suddenly went dry. This was her last chance to change her mind.
She drew in a deep breath, then nodded.
God, the man had barely spoken to her, and she had just agreed to do anything he wanted.
“You will call me Sir, or Mr. Grant.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now take off your panties.”
Excerpt - Three Happy Endings Collection
by Opal Carew
Three men are better than one...
Secrets, surprises, and surrender - three torrid tales of triple passion!
Three
Hot steamy dreams... a sexy stranger... and his two brothers... all add up to a sexy adventure she'll never forget.
Lori's steamy dreams about a hot hard stranger are hitting fever pitch. She needs way more than eye contact and a smile across a crowded subway station. An instant connection sizzled between them and now Lori, who's never believed in love at first sight, is its helpless victim.
When Lori goes to her best friend's cabin for the weekend to spend time with Marie, her new husband and his brothers, she's surprised to wind up face-to-face with her fantasy stranger. But he's Marie's husband!
When she meets his brothers, however, she finds that there just might be a way to make her dream come true.
Now Lori is experiencing her wildest fantasy yet, three ultra-sexy men all focused on her. But she wants more than a steamy dream brought to life. Because she's in love. But can her sexy stranger return her love?
Note: This intriguing short story is scorching hot, with more than one handsome hunk to bring your wildest fantasies to life. Consider yourself warned!
Three Men And A Bride
What do you do when you can't stop lusting after your new husband's two gorgeous brothers?
Can Marie successfully suppress her fantasies of the three brothers making wild, luxuriant love to her, or will she have to endanger her happy marriage by admitting her feelings to her husband, Drake?
Although this is the second story in the erotic THREE series, this steamy read is the prequel to Three. You can enjoy THREE MEN AND A BRIDE on its own, or after you have read THREE.
Three Secrets
Keeping one secret is intriguing. Two is naughty. Three... deserves to be punished. Sharing secrets has never been so exhilarating...
When they met in Paris, Nicole and Abel enjoyed a sensual, romantic two month fling. The last thing Nicole wanted was to fall head over heels for this sweet, loving man, because she knew he would never accept the truth about her. Unfortunately, the heart wants what it wants, and hers wanted Abel. But Nicole was not one to be controlled by anyone or anything, so once they returned home, she walked away.
When the pain of losing Abel became too much, Nicole finally decided to share her secret with him. Little did she know he had a secret of his own.
Will Abel's secret extinguish Nicole's craving for him once and for all? Will Nicole's revelation bring Abel to his knees?
About Opal Carew
As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.
Opal loves nail polish, cats, crystals, dragons, feathers, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, huge nail polish collection, and five cats. One of her sons just finished his second Masters degree in Geopolitics (first at Sussex University in the UK and second at Carleton University in Ottawa.) The other son has an undergraduate degree from Carleton University and is now working at Apple. Yes, mom is proud!
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Seducing My Billionaire Boss
Cynthia Sax
This job and this man are mine.
I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.
He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prud
ent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.
I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.
Seducing My Billionaire Boss
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright © 2016 Cynthia Sax
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www.CynthiaSax.com
Chapter 1
Assistant to his assistant. Like hell I’m believing that fabricated title. I crumple a copy of the internal job posting, one of five that had been left on my desk.
Robert Reyes, the executive I previously believed had a heart, the man I want, the man I like more than is prudent, can call the position whatever he wants.
I know what it truly means. His sure-to-be-sexy new hire’s number one goal will be to push Mrs. Bellows, his current assistant, out of her job.
Fuck that. I toss the paper into Mrs. Bellows’ wastebasket across the hallway, nothing but net…or the wastebasket equivalent. Rob’s assistant can be a bit flighty, has been even more so over the past three months since her stroke, but she’s a wonderful woman, a capable employee, and a dear friend.
Two years ago, I’d walked into Powers Corporation’s lunchroom, knowing no one, and she was one of the first employees to welcome me, insisting I sit beside her. She introduced me to everyone, including her boss, the hottest executive in the company.
I will protect her, even from him, which is why I’ve been sitting outside Rob’s office for over an hour, watching the parade of job-stealing tramps saunter by, waiting for my turn to be interviewed.
Uncomfortably straight-backed black guest chairs are lined up against the wall, my generous ass parked on one. I’m now alone, the sole remaining candidate.
According to a friend in Human Resources, my résumé was the last one Rob reviewed. Applications closed immediately after mine was received. I have the final interview of the day.
I’ve been assessing the previous interviewees and haven’t been impressed. All of them see the position as a stepping-stone, a short stop before landing the assistant’s role.
Cerise Case, the ambitious blonde in his office at the moment, wasn’t quiet about her plans to force Mrs. Bellows’ resignation. She’d bragged that she’d make the sweet older woman cry by the end of the first week, quit by the end of the second.
I’d do anything to prevent this and it looks like anything may be required. I tug on my conservative black suit jacket. Rumors are, if a candidate is being seriously considered for the position, she’ll be asked to give Rob a blowjob during the interview.
The thought that Cerise might be down on her knees before him right now bothers the hell out of me. He wants me. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, how he makes any excuse to argue with me. Last Christmas, when the two of us had too much to drink and he almost kissed me, I’d felt how one long, thick part of him desired my curvaceous self.
But maybe he wants everyone. Perhaps the company’s no-fraternization policy was the only thing stopping him from boinking half the staff.
The unwritten rule stating that employees and management couldn’t fuck was blown to pieces when Powers Corporation’s CEO shared his bedroom with his assistant. It’s now open season on female employees, and if it’s a blowjob Rob wants, it’s a blowjob I’ll give him. I’ll rock his fuckin’ world, give him no excuse to hire another, sacrificing my dignity to protect my friend’s job.
But first I’ll give him a piece of my mind.
Because he desperately needs that.
The door opens and Cerise wiggles her non-existent hips in my direction. She buttons her size zero suit jacket as she moves and I see red. The shameless hussy showed Rob her tits. Her lipstick is also smeared. She must have sucked his cock.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Mr. Reyes will see you now.” She smirks at me.
My fingers twitch, the urge to bitchslap her almost overwhelming my control. “Thank you.” You conniving cunt.
I stand, smooth down my skirt, and stride into Rob’s office, shutting the door with a bang behind me. The space smells like hot java, cedar chips, and man.
It doesn’t smell like sex, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could have swallowed.
She did kiss him. The proof of that is visible. Rob scrubs at his face with a tissue. There’s red lipstick on his tanned skin.
“Yes, remove the remnants of the last applicant.” I glare at him, wishing he didn’t look so damn handsome, seated behind his big wooden desk. His shoulders are broad, his fit physique clad in a dark suit. His chin is square and strong. His brown curly hair is so thick; I want to sink my fingers into it. That warmth I always feel whenever I see him spreads across my chest.
And that irritates me even more. “You’re a bastard, did you know that?”
“It’s hard not to know that, Miss Court.” Rob’s brown eyes spark with gold. “You tell me I’m one every time we meet.”
“I didn’t know how big of a bastard you were until last week.” I jam my fist on my hips. “How dare you try to replace Mrs. Bellows after all she’s done for you? She’s your biggest supporter within the company, constantly singing your praises to everyone who will--”
“I’m not replacing her.” He places the tissue in the wastebasket. “I’m helping her. If you took two minutes and read the job posting before applying, you’d know the role I’m filling is her assistant, not mine.”
“Right.” Does he think I’m an idiot? “Then why are you interviewing candidates and not Mrs. Bellows? Why are these interviews happening on her day off?”
He opens his mouth.
“And even if you truly wanted an assistant for your assistant, your candidates have different objectives. Most of them plan to push her out of her job. They’d smile in her face and knife her in the back simply to sit in her chair.”
“Except you.”
“Except me.” I nod. “She’s a dear sweet lady, one of the nicest women I’ve ever known.”
“I agree.”
“And I plan to protect her.” I ignore his comment. “If that means taking this fuckin’ fabricated job and fulfilling all of your crazy sexual demands, so be it.”
“Sexual demands?”
“I know what you want. Everyone knows.” I glower. “Now that the no-fraternization rule has lifted, you desire a hot piece of ass that you can fuck during office hours. You’re a pig.”
“Everyone thinks this?” Rob lifts his eyebrows.
“Everyone knows this.”
“That explains the last four interviews.” He rubs his face. “The last candidate--”
“Showed you her breasts.” I glower. “I’m aware of that.” I unbutton my suit jacket and pull down my camisole, taking the cups of my bra with it. “These are breasts.” My nipples tighten in the cool air. “Cerise Case’s pair doesn’t compare to these.” I’m a big woman with a big rack.
Rob’s gaze lowers. I wait as he peruses my breasts slowly, leisurely. He obviously likes what he sees, his eyes darkening.
Silence stretches. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t tell me my breasts are better.
“Well?” I demand.
Rob blinks once, twice. “What?”
“Are they the best you’ve seen today?”
“They’re the best I’ve seen in my lifetime.” He leans forward and inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring. “They’re even better than I envisioned.”
He has envisioned my breasts. Joy unfurls inside me. “Then I’m qualified for this job.” I cover myself up again.
He shakes his head, appearing dazed. “There are other qualifications. This is an assistant position. You’re a project manager.”
“It’s a temporary position which makes it a project.” My goal for this project is to keep Mrs. Bellows employed. “And don’t give me that ‘you’re overqualified’ bullshit.” I pace back and forth. “I finished my l
ast project at the end of the month and have been sitting on my thumbs since then.”
“I know.”
“If I choose to take this position, that’s my business, not yours. I can do the job. That’s all you should be concerned about.”
His lips twitch. “You do realize the job is to help me.”
“It’s to help Mrs. Bellows.”
“She helps me. I’m your executive. I expect you to respect me.”
“In public.” I roll my eyes. “Have I ever disrespected you in front of other people?”
Rob opens his mouth, hesitates, then closes it again.
“Exactly, jackass. I haven’t.”
“Your language--”
“Again, have I ever cursed in public?” I shoot down this next excuse not to hire me. “Have I ever once told you to fuck off while other people could hear me, no matter how badly you deserved it?”
His forehead furrows.
“I’m a professional, Rob, and I’ll be yours to command.” I wave my hands. “During office hours, I’ll do anything you want—oral, anal, hell, I’ll let you fuck my hair if that’s your kink.”
My hair, currently confined in the usual chignon, is thick and long. It’s a vanity of mine, one of my best features, and past fuckbuddies have been fascinated with it.
Rob’s gaze lifts to the tendrils. “How would that work?”
“You wrap the strands around your cock and jack off.” I stop my pacing, turn and face him. “I’m the best Goddamn candidate for this job. You know this.”