by Ruby Carew
As the pleasure rose, shimmering through me in blissful waves, I kept watching Mr. Hawthorne’s face. Loving the intense desire in his eyes.
His body tensed and I knew he was getting close. Mr. Elliott drove into me faster. A fire burned through me, igniting a rush of joy.
“Are you close to coming, Bella?” my Master demanded.
I already felt the edges of an orgasm rolling in. I nodded.
“Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer.” Mr. Hawthorne stroked my hair.
Mr. Elliott kept pumping into me, his breathing quickening. My body tightened around him. I was near the edge.
I glided my hand under Mr. Hawthorne’s groin and cupped his balls in my hand. He groaned as I caressed them.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Jake, she’s stroking my balls and I’m so close I—”
“I’m going to fucking come,” Mr. Elliott grated.
He drove deep, then groaned. I could feel his seed release inside me.
“Ah, fuck.” Then Mr. Hawthorne erupted in my mouth, filling me with his hot come.
I quivered between them, joy pummelling my insides, then I catapulted over the edge. My body shuddered as the orgasm swept through me. Pleasure vibrated through every cell as I shot straight to ecstasy.
The cock in my mouth slid away and Mr. Hawthorne’s strong hands pressed my head to his belly. I moaned at the bliss still rocking through me as Mr. Elliott kept filling me with his hard cock.
Mr. Hawthorne stroked my hair back, holding it in his hand as I rode the wave. On and on…
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” Mr. Hawthorne said, watching me.
My orgasm finally started to fade and Mr. Elliott slowed his pace. I slumped against Mr. Hawthorne’s stomach, panting.
Mr. Hawthorne drew me to a standing position, his smile gleaming with appreciation.
“This is an incredible woman you have here, Jake.”
Mr. Elliott wrapped his hands around my waist and drew me tight to his body.
“I know it.”
“If you don’t fucking hire her, you’re an idiot.”
But Mr. Elliott didn’t answer.
Instead, he turned me around and pulled me into his arms. His lips found mine and he kissed me, deeply and with passion.
“I can’t believe you did that to help me.”
I stared into his glowing eyes, so mesmerized I couldn’t say a thing.
Then he kissed me again.
“God, woman. I fucking need you again.”
He pulled me with him to the couch and sat down, then tugged me onto his lap. His mouth covered my breast as his big hands covered my ass. I moaned as he suckled my nipple. Heat surged through me as his hands squeezed my ass, sending need pulsing though my aching pussy.
My hand found his semi-erect cock and I stroked it. It pulsed to life, stretching my fingers as it swelled.
Mr. Hawthorne sat on the chair beside us, watching with a broad smile.
Mr. Elliott guided my body up, then positioned his cockhead against my slickness.
I felt I’d die if he wasn’t inside me right now.
I pressed down, feeling his thick column stretch me as I moved. Stroking my sensitive passage. Once I was tight on his groin, his cock fully immersed in me, he took my lips again. His tongue plundered my mouth and I moaned into his.
His cock twitched inside me, triggering sweet pulses of pleasure.
I tore my lips free.
“Oh, God, please fuck me.”
He chuckled, then turned and pressed me back onto the couch until I was lying under him. He lifted his body, his cock gliding upward, then he stayed poised with his cockhead barely inside my opening. Then he glided into me again. He drew back and did the same thing, driving me wild with need, then surged deep again.
I squeezed his cock, intensifying the pleasure as he moved inside me.
He picked up the pace, his cock thrusting into me faster now.
“I’m… so… close,” I moaned as pleasure shimmered across my nerve endings and quivered through my body.
“Yeah, I know you are, baby.” Mr. Elliott’s eyes glowed as he watched me. “Show me how you come. I want to see your face.”
He pounded into me, faster and faster, driving my pleasure higher and higher.
“Yeah… yeah… yeah,” I whimpered in quick gasps.
Ecstasy crashed over me in a powerful wave. I clung to his shoulders as he continued to fill me. In deep, powerful thrusts.
I shuddered in pure bliss and let go a long, continuous wail so loud, it echoed off the walls.
He pounded harder, keeping me in a heady, joyful release for what seemed an eternity.
Just as the pleasure started to subside, he groaned, erupting inside me again, flinging me back over the edge. His body quaked against me for several seconds, then he began to pump again. My moans filled the room as I surrendered totally to the joy rocketing through me.
Finally, we both collapsed on the couch.
As we lay panting against each other, I glanced at Mr. Hawthorne in time to see his cock spout a white plume as he pumped it mercilessly. Then he slumped into his chair with a chuckle.
“You two are fucking fantastic together,” he said as he tucked his cock away and zipped up.
Mr. Elliott tightened his arms around me as he continued to catch his breath. Finally, he rolled off me and pulled me up to sit beside him.
Both these men were fully clothed in their business suits as I sat beside Mr. Elliott, totally naked. He straightened himself up, hiding his cock back in his pants again, too.
“I’m surprised you trusted me enough to take this step, Bella, but I’m glad you did. My word is good.”
“I’m sure it is,” I said with a smile. “But either way, I was betting on the fact you’d want the signing bonus.”
“And that is?”
I glanced at Mr. Elliott. “I have to discuss it with my boss, but I think he’ll approve a full merger between us.”
I could see Mr. Hawthorne’s cock twitching in his pants.
“Fuck, I’d love to sign right now, but we’ll have to look at the company books first, and have my lawyers thoroughly check out the terms.”
I glanced at Mr. Elliott, worried that I’d made a mistake.
“It’s okay, Bella. It’s standard practice.”
“Don’t worry, Bella,” Mr. Hawthorne said in a reassuring voice. “If everything’s in order, as I’m sure it will be, then the deal will go through. Fuck, even if something’s off, I’ll do my fucking best to help make it right, because you have no idea how much I want what you’re offering.”
Mr. Elliott drew my long hair back over my shoulder, his tender touch reassuring.
“It’ll be fine, Bella.” He nuzzled my neck. “And I want you to know I understand how lucky I am to have you.”
“All I can say is that you’re a fucking jackass if you don’t offer this woman a full-time position.”
“I totally agree,” Mr. Elliott said, smiling at me. “Bella, I’m offering you the job as my assistant. The salary will be double what you’re earning now.”
The excitement surging through me was shadowed by the knowledge that he was only doing this because he felt he had to. To lock in Mr. Hawthorne’s partnership.
“Bella, is there something wrong?” Mr. Elliott asked me. “I thought this would make you happy. You will accept the job, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course.” My voice sounded lackluster, but I couldn’t help it.
I wanted him to hire me because he wanted to. Not because he felt he had to.
Mr. Elliott took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. I pulled it tight, uncomfortable with my nakedness right now. Feeling far too vulnerable.
Mr. Elliott rested his hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently.
“I’m going to take Bella back to our suite now.”
“Of course,” Mr. Hawthorne said.
As Mr. Elliott drew me to my feet and guided me to the door, Mr. Hawthorne g
athered my clothes together and handed the bundle to Mr. Elliott.
Once we were in the suite, Mr. Elliott closed the door behind us. He dropped my clothes on a chair and turned me to face him. His searching gaze flicked across my face.
“Do you regret what just happened?” he asked gently.
I shook my head. “No, it’s not that.”
“Tell me,” he insisted.
I bit my lip. “First, you tell me. What is it you’ve been wanting to talk to me about?”
“But you already know.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”
I stared at Bella, more than a little confused. I’d just told her about the job.
A tear glistened in her eye, tearing my heart in two.
“Bella, what did you think I was going to say?”
She blinked, then wiped her eye.
“Bella…” I prompted.
She gazed at me, her face filled with pain.
“That you were going to end my contract.”
Her words were like a punch in the gut. Did she really believe that?
But she said it with such certainty, I knew she did.
“How could you think that? I’ve told you how much I want you. How just being away from you for a few days drove me to distraction.”
“That’s it. Our arrangement was supposed to alleviate your distraction, not heighten it. Based on that, it makes sense that you’d decide to let me go.”
“Bella,” I said gently, stroking her soft cheek. “You’re assuming that all you are to me is a sexual outlet. But that’s not true. You are so much more than that.”
She gazed up at me, her eyes wide. “Like what?”
I smiled. “You’re a fantastic assistant. I’m not sure how I survived without you before. And you are a beautiful, sexy woman whom I’d like to get to know better.”
The fact I felt that way should have sent me running for the hills. This was only supposed to be a casual office romance. But it was becoming so much more than that.
“That’s why I offered you a full time position.”
She bit her lip in that cute way she had. Then she drew in a deep breath.
“Mr. Elliott. It’s very nice of you to say those things, but we both know you had to offer me a job after that deal we made with Mr. Hawthorne.”
Goddamn. The realization sank in that the woman had thought I was going to fire her, yet she’d still offered herself up to help make this deal happen.
I’d known how much she wanted a permanent job. Enough to offer herself as an incentive to me. How could I not have realized how her insecurities would prey on her when I told her I had something important to discuss, then just kept the conversation on hold?
“I want you to understand that I didn’t do what I did to get a permanent position. I did it because I wanted to help you. And I don’t intend to keep the job just because of what happened. But don’t worry. I’ll stick around for as long as it takes to ensure the deal goes through, but after a few weeks, I’ll quit.”
“Bella…”
“No. I won’t stay in a job you offered me because you felt you had no choice.”
My heart pounded as he stared at me, his stunning blue eyes filled with warmth and compassion. I dropped my gaze to my hands.
He shook his head. “I can’t believe I was totally oblivious to how much pain I put you through.” He tipped up my chin until I couldn’t help but look him in the eye. “Bella, I’m sorry, I was a fucking idiot.”
He looked so sincere. My heart ached.
“I was insensitive and selfish,” he continued. “I tried all day to get time to talk to you, but once I got you alone in the car, all I could think of was how much I needed you. I had no idea how you’d interpreted my intent to talk to you.”
He slid his arm around me and drew me close to his body. I tried to ignore the comforting warmth.
“But believe this. I had already decided to offer you the job. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about all along.”
His words seemed sincere, but doubt flickered through me.
He smiled warmly, then stood up. He walked to the desk and opened his briefcase then pulled a sky blue folder from inside, held closed with a large paperclip. He sat down beside me again and handed it to me.
“Open it.”
I stared at it for a moment, then pulled off the paperclip and opened the folder. There was a letter inside. It was addressed to me.
I scanned down the letter and my breath caught as I realized it was an offer of employment. And, just as Mr. Elliott had said, the salary was twice what I earned now.
My gaze flickered to his.
“You really were going to offer me the job.”
He grinned. “Well, don’t sound so surprised. I’m lucky to have you. So you will accept the job? And stay longer than a few weeks?”
Joy bubbled through me and I laughed giddily.
“Yes, of course. Oh, thank you, Mr. Elliott.”
He shook his head. “No. Thank you, Bella.”
I realized I was still naked under his jacket. I dropped it from my shoulders and smiled at the heat flaring in his eyes.
“I really do want to show you my appreciation.”
I stood up and moved in front of him, between his knees, then drew him close to me, pressing his head against my bosom, the coarseness of his whiskered jaw against my breasts.
“Mmm. This is a great way to do it,” he said.
He hugged me, then shifted his head and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. As he suckled, I moaned. His hand glided down my stomach and found my slickness. I wanted him so badly again. I never seemed to get my fill of him.
He unzipped his pants and released his cock. It stood tall and proud.
“Oh, God, I want your big cock inside me again.”
He chuckled. “That’s certainly one of the things I love about you. That you’re insatiable.”
I climbed onto my knees over his lap.
“Only with you.” I grabbed his cock, squeezing my fingers around him, then pressed him to my slick slit.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I murmured.
I stroked myself with his hot tip, then I sank down onto him. The feel of his thick member gliding inside me was exquisite.
“Oh, fuck, Bella. You’re so velvety soft. I’m not fucking going to be able to hold back.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
I started moving on him, gliding up and down. Loving the feel of his erection stretching me. Stroking me.
He groaned, grasping my hips and slowing me down.
“I’m not fucking kidding. I’m going to blow any second. And I want you there right along with me.”
Keeping our bodies tight together, he pivoted his hips in a slow, grinding motion. Driving his cock in and out of me.
His fingers found my clit. I gasped as he fingered me, gliding over the small bud in delicate touches and flicks designed to drive me wild.
A slow burn started deep inside as I rocked against his body.
Pleasure swelled inside me, explosive in its intensity. Rising higher and higher.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I cried.
“Fuck, yeah, baby.”
He ground hard against me, his cock thrusting deep. I gripped his shoulders as I plummeted over the edge, catapulting to sheer ecstasy. My moans filled the room as joy shuddered through me.
He groaned, thrusting again and I felt it. His cock erupting inside me.
I gasped for air as the final throes of passion consumed me, then I slumped against him.
His arms came around me, his hands stroking over my back in gentle strokes.
Then his mouth took mine in a tender, sweet kiss.
“If that’s how you show your appreciation, I definitely need to do more things to make you happy.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled.
“Being with you like this makes me happy.”
He smiled back, his eyes g
lowing.
Things had certainly taken an interesting twist. If the deal succeeded with Mr. Hawthorne. I would have two bosses in the office to keep satisfied.
Life would certainly be exciting.
But I had to tread carefully. I was falling in love with Mr. Elliott and that could ruin everything. Because even though Mr. Elliott said he wanted me as more than just a sexual outlet, ultimately, this was still just a business arrangement, no matter how much I wanted it to be more.
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Excerpt - Dirty Talk, Secret Pleasure
Opal Carew
Secret Pleasure is the first exciting episode in Opal Carew’s Dirty Talk series, a poignant erotic romance about a woman struggling with her sexuality because of a devastating trauma from her past, and the strong, sensitive man who helps her find her way. If you love bad-assed alpha heroes with a strong, protective streak then you’ll love Dirty Talk!
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I’m trying something totally new with this series.
With each book in the Dirty Talk series, you’ll get an erotic audio. I don’t want to tell you why it ties in with the story—you’ll need to read the book to find out—but it does… and you should! :)
Let’s just say it’ll blow your mind! Or, rather, melt your panties right off! (You can listen to a sample here!)
Excerpt
Sonny sighed, enjoying the heat of the sunshine on her back. Warm and relaxing. Soothing her tension.
Last night had been difficult for her. To others, it seemed like she easily walked away from any man, totally unaffected. But the truth was, her date with Bryan had been hard on her. As much as she would never consider going out with him, it wasn’t really because she didn’t want to. She just… couldn’t.
Deep down inside, though, she longed for a loving relationship with a man. To meet someone, go out on a date. To build a loving connection.