by Opal Carew
Check out the entire Penthouse Pleasures series for stories about Kent’s neighbors.
Taboo - July 2017
Daddy - August 2017
Voyeur - September 2017
Sinner - October 2017
Mentor - November 2017
Fetish - December 2017
EXCERPT - TABOO
One luxury building holds six penthouse apartments owned by kinky Manhattanites. Their sizzling stories will be told throughout the Penthouse Pleasures series from New York Times bestselling authors Opal Carew, Jayne Rylon, and Avery Aster.
From trailer trash to elite New York City lawyer, Casey Clark has transformed her life. There’s only one change she regrets. The one that left her blazing her trail alone. Her tough ex-boyfriend Jace West has made a career of protecting people in bad situations, just like he always did for her.
When Casey finds something in her new penthouse apartment that could put her in danger, he’s the first one to volunteer to keep her body safe—even if it puts their hearts at risk again. Jace counts on his partner Ian to chaperone his alone time with Casey. Instead, it seems the guy balances out Jace’s rough edges with a suave sophistication Casey always craved. The combination has the potential to fill the void in her life that money, power, and ambition can’t…if she’s bold enough to take what she wants from each of them. Venturing into taboo territory, Casey could become the woman Jace has always needed. The kind who’s enough for not just one super sexy man, but two of them.
Chapter 1
“Congratulations, you’re officially the newest resident of Beekman Place. Welcome home, Ms. Clark.” The cheery front desk manager plopped a set of golden keys in Casey’s palm. Okay, so they probably weren’t really gold, but gold-toned and shiny as fuck. They gleamed like everything else in the fancy lobby.
Major goal achieved. Hashtag success.
Casey officially lived in one of the most prestigious neighborhoods in Manhattan. Take that, humble beginnings.
After thanking the manager, she twirled her new keys around her index finger, careful not to mess up her perfect manicure as she headed for the private elevator that led to the penthouse apartments on the highest floor of the iconic building. The ride straight to the top in the polished car seemed surreal.
The woman reflected in the mirrors—with her stylish blonde hair, perfect makeup, and designer suit—was a far cry from the bedraggled white trash girl Casey had been before she’d known better. Only her wide, bright blue eyes seemed the same to her.
Could this really be her life?
Damn straight it was. Just because she’d grown up in a trailer park on the outskirts of some Podunk upstate town didn’t mean she didn’t belong here. After all, she’d spent the past twenty years busting her ass to make up for that inauspicious start.
She’d sacrificed everything for this.
Casey swallowed hard as she thought of her mom. Lorna had drank herself to death before Casey could afford the fees for a fancy rehab facility. Not that her mother would have agreed to go anyway. Then there was the one guy she’d pictured herself spending the rest of her life with.
She scrunched her eyes closed until the unwanted ghosts of loved ones lost dissolved.
A cheery bing announced her arrival at the top. Casey exited the elevator and crossed the wide hallway to her penthouse’s door.
She aligned her freshly cut key with the lock. This was it. The moment she fulfilled the promise to her younger self about where she’d live when she grew up—a home without wheels, someplace classy. An apartment where she didn’t have to lie awake at night wondering if one of the neighbors would bust through her window and hurt her. Or worse, if her own mother would sell her to them for a six-pack.
Her fingers shook as she slid it home and shoved open the door.
Head high, shoulders back, she marched inside the penthouse apartment.
Her penthouse apartment.
Sure, she’d only been able to afford it because the previous owner had vanished along with his long-overdue mortgage payments. The bank had been eager to cut her a deal on the place. Nobody had to know that, though.
Could that be why her victory seemed so hollow? Because it wasn’t quite what it appeared?
Fuck that. It was still a huge accomplishment.
She hated the part of her that would never be satisfied, the side that constantly struggled to prove she was better than her roots. The piece that was a slave to ambition.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with growing up in a trailer park. Not in and of itself. It was the specific bottom-of-the-barrel neighborhood and the defeatist mentality that her mother had reveled in that had been the problem. Casey couldn’t stand the thought of succumbing to those innate tendencies. There had been plenty of times when she’d felt like giving up, slinking home, and learning to settle for something simple. Easy. A comfortable existence with the boy she’d fled from.
No. She refused to give in to the weakness she’d inherited.
Feet spread wide in five-inch spike heels, hands on hips, and shoulders back, Casey tossed her mane over her shoulder. She admired the city laid out before her like it was her domain. Hers for the taking. Except she’d already conquered it.
She’d graduated Columbia Law School in the top one percent of her class before a major venture capital firm recruited her to join their team as a corporate lawyer specializing in mergers and acquisitions. So far she’d been instrumental in seven takeovers and had even earned shares of the businesses she’d helped take over. Just last month, she’d been promoted to the head of her department when her mentor had retired.
It would have been easier to climb the outside of the sleek skyscraper she now called home. At times she felt like she’d clung to the path upward by her fingernails. But it had been worth it.
It was one of those moments—the defining sort—in a woman’s life. Or it should have been.
Instead, Casey stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out onto the city far below her while wondering how she fit in. From way up here, everything seemed so distant, separate from the heights she’d struggled to elevate herself to.
Had she taken things too far?
Maybe there was more to life than work, promotions to more stressful positions, and ever-increasing bonuses. A fancy car, expensive meals at world-class restaurants, and even a luxurious penthouse apartment didn’t mean as much if there wasn’t anyone around to share her success with.
She wished her mom was here to see it, even if she would’ve been too drunk to understand the momentousness of the occasion.
A companion of the sexy male variety to share it with would be nice, too.
Casey promised herself she’d build an online dating profile and at least take a peek at a few eligible bachelors as soon as she’d finished unpacking and settling in. It could be fun to focus on finding a partner who could enjoy the perks of her newfound lifestyle. Someone to cheer her on and be proud of her accomplishments. Someone she could do the same for.
Otherwise, what was the point of having all this?
Getting laid couldn’t hurt either. It’d been far too long since she’d had a decent orgasm provided by an actual man instead of a battery-operated boyfriend.
There she went thinking about the guy she’d left behind. Sure, he’d been gruff and immature, wild and crass. He’d also been gorgeous, and fucked like no one she’d been with since.
Casey rubbed her palm over her stomach, trying to squash out the emptiness there.
She nearly convinced herself it was simply hunger. After she’d finished devouring delivery from the top sushi joint in the city and the emptiness lingered, she knew it was something a lot harder to fix.
Well, shitcakes.
More About Taboo
EXCERPT - VOYEUR
From the NYT Bestselling authors Avery Aster, Opal Carew and Jayne Rylon and for fans of such films as Sex, Lies, & Videotape and Sliver comes a new hypnotic series filled with twists of ero
tic fascination and turns of thrilling love, where New York’s elite will pay any price to reside… on Beekman Place.
A new tenant—Harper Baden, inherits her late aunt’s luxurious penthouse on Beekman Place in Manhattan’s fashionable East Side. Two mysterious neighbors—Orren Voss and Topher Levitt are captivated by Harper’s beauty. They’re keeping secrets about the scandal that took her aunt’s life. But is it for her own good? An unknown enemy threatens. On the TV monitors installed unknowingly in Harper’s apartment, someone observes her settle into her new home. Someone sees her exploring her kinky side with Orren and Topher. Someone likes to watch.
Reader Warning: This novel features a natural male dominant who always gets what he wants, an inexperienced female lead who will try anything once, and a male submissive who madly yearns to be loved by them both.
Excerpt
Ohhhh. Myyy. Gawddd.
On her back, in heaven. Harper couldn’t believe this was happening. It was better than her fantasies. Why? Because this was the real deal here people. Hello!
Orren’s fingers kept on fucking her. Thick, focused, they slid into her pussy as his tongue, oh that hot, attentive tongue, traced over her flesh.
“Please. Keep licking my clit until you make me come.”
His face nestled between her legs, and he sucked on the well of her cunt, sending an erotic shiver up the back of her spine.
“I—I’m going to…come.”
“Already?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, shameless with need. “You turn me on so much.”
“I didn’t give you permission to have an orgasm, Harper.” He grazed over her flesh with his teeth, playfully lording his sexual power over her. “Can you hold it?”
Say what? Was he kidding? She couldn’t tell. He seemed serious.
“No. I can’t.” Wishing he’d continue to tongue her bud, she grabbed on to his shoulders, allowing the bright colors to burst under her closed eyes. “Oh god, Orren.” Breathless, her body spasmed as the orgasm wave crashed over her.
Tongue stiffened, he buried his face between her legs and drank.
When she was finished, and filled to the brim with erotic delight, she watched him get to his feet and push the coffee table back. The newspaper he’d brought in smacked the floor with a loud thud.
“My turn to pleasure you.” She sat forward, reaching for his fly.
“Tsk. Tsk.” He grabbed her hand in mid-air.
“What?” she hissed.
“Did you ask for permission to touch my cock?”
There was a silky, menacing tone to his voice. One that she was unfamiliar with, but was curious to learn more about. “No…”
“Have you ever been with a dominant before?” His black gaze upon her, he stepped out of his shoes, taking off his pants.
“Brody is the only man I’ve ever been with.”
“Looks as if I have my work cut out for me then, don’t I?” His cock, hard and ready to come out and play bulged up nicely under his boxers.
“I’m a quick study.”
“Kneel.” He pointed to a spot on the floor.
This was just like that movie that Bebe had made her watch, Kinky Play. A BDSM flick her friend had picked up last year when she was doing research for her clients’ dungeon room.
“Yes, Master.” Getting into the role of a submissive, she grabbed a pillow from the sofa and then kneeled at his feet.
“Very good, my pet.” He reached down and ran his thumb over her lips. “Kiss my dick. Over the fabric. Beg for my cock.”
She licked her lips, puckered them into a kiss, and slowly pressed her face against him.
Hard. Firm. Thick.
“Tell me you want it.”
“Master, my mouth needs your cock. Please. I must have it.” She kissed the thick shaft.
“How badly do you want it?”
“I can’t think about anything else. Just you. Please, Master. Give me your cock.” She kissed the other side of the shaft.
“Take my boxers off.”
“Yes, Sir.” She pulled the fabric to the floor, revealing what she’d waited the last five years to see. His perfection.
You are the most beautiful man. Ever.
Standing over her, his dick swelled right before her very eyes.
“Lick. Get me nice and wet.” He grabbed at the base of his shaft, jetting the tip of his cock in her face.
Bulbous and cut to perfection, the slit on the broad tip was decorated with a pearl of pre-cum.
She licked it playfully, tasting him. “Mmm. So good.”
Her lips drew his cock farther in to her mouth. His length pushed deep into her throat, filling her instantly. Moaning, loving the taste of him, she fingered herself while she gave him pleasure. It turned her on to be told what to do.
“What are you doing, sub?” He withdrew a few inches and glanced noticeably between her legs.
“Touching myself. Please. I have to. You drive me insane. I’m going to come again.”
“Did you ask?” He stroked his cock, teasing her.
“Nope…”
“No, what?”
He kept on stroking that dang cock. She had to have it. “Sir, no, Sir!”
Something primal, almost instinctual, flashed in his eyes. He crossed his arms, egging her on.
“Master, may I touch myself while I’m sucking your cock?”
“Only if you don’t come this time. I want you to hold it. Wait ‘til I tell you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She swallowed a shallow breath before taking him in her mouth again. God, she’d missed his dick in just the few seconds it had been gone from her. I can’t wait to have him fuck me.
“Can you take all of me?”
A firm grip came over her skull. Without waiting for an answer, he drew his hips back, then pressed forward, plunging his cock—balls deep—down her throat. Pump back. Pump forward.
Oh Jesus.
First gently. Pump. Pump.
Her eyes watered.
Yesss.
Then not so gently. Back and forth.
Holy fuck me.
A steady stream of tears cascaded down her right cheek as she pressed her nails into the hot flesh on his legs, begging for more. This man rocked her world.
“You’re doing well. That’s it, sub. Just suck. Get into it.” An agonizing growl tore from his throat. He sank deeper into her mouth as his breath became deep and harsh.
The hot, throbbing head of his cock near hit the back of her throat. His body shuddered every time she licked the head.
“Ah, Harper, baby, that’s it. Just like that. You’re perfect. Use your hand. Make me come.”
She jerked the base of his cock as the tip of it, firm and hot, remained her mouth.
His balls tightened into coils. Throwing his head back, his roar shook the room like a thunderous storm. Pulses of cum tore from his body, and the hot seed shot into her mouth.
As he continued moaning, almost yelling above her, a steady stream of him released over her tongue. Bathing in him, swallowing him, then licking him, she cleaned him with her mouth.
A few minutes later, in a rough voice, he murmured something. She wasn’t sure what he’d said, so she asked him to repeat himself.
“I want to spend the rest of the day with you.”
“You do?”
His brow shot up with confirmation.
That melted her heart. He wasn’t merely a kinky freak, but also had a tender side.
“I’d like that.” She held out her hands as he helped her to her feet. Wiping her mouth, she giggled at how wonderful it was to be with him.
Collecting herself, assessing her emotions, she glanced around the room, and then she noticed it…
On the floor. Next to the newspaper was an 8x10 sheet of copy paper as if fallen out when they moved the coffee table.
The block letters, appearing like a copy and paste of various magazine clippings drew her eye. ‘Til she bent over and picked it up…
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“Oh, Lord, no.”
MOVE OUT HARPER BADEN. OR PREPARE TO DIE JUST LIKE JAJE DID.
From the back of her throat, she let out a loud, blood curdling scream.
EXCERPT - DIRTY TALK
OPAL CAREW
Sonny has a debilitating fear of men. Tal is a scary looking tattooed bad-ass. Can Tal get Sonny past her fear and help her become whole?
Sonny longs to feel the intimate touch of a man. But she is haunted by a past trauma that leaves her terrified of being with a man. Even when she dreams of being in a man’s arms, the steamy sexual situation turns into a nightmare.
Sonny has found one way to cope. A stranger’s voice has been her salvation.
Tal wants a woman to love him. To have a real, long-lasting relationship. But most women are intimidated by his bad-ass appearance, with his tattoos, piercings, and broad, muscular frame.
Tal looks the way he does because of a past fraught with pain. The tattoos aren’t going anywhere, so he needs to find a woman who will accept him for who he is… and was.
When Tal sees Sonny, he senses in her a kindred spirit. The haunting pain in her eyes draws him, but he flinches every time fear flickers across her face when she sees him.
Can Tal find a way to break through Sonny’s barriers and start something that might heal them both?
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!
Bonus
When you buy this book, you’ll also receive the companion erotic audio for this story. Be sure to listen to it alone--or with your lover—and be ready for your panties to melt right off!
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.