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Authors: Jasmine Haynes

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“All right,” she said, leaning into his
palm.

“It’s something we share. I’m thinking of
you, you’re thinking of me. The other man is just a vehicle that
makes it hotter, better, mind-blowing. He’s an outside force that
brings us together explosively. And when you come back to me, it’s
like you’re saying all over again that you’re mine. That you’ve
tasted and touched and had, but you still
have
to come back
to me. You
need
me. I wanted that with my wife, but she
hated me for it. I tried to have it with Ruby, but I didn’t feel
enough for her to achieve the connection I was looking for.” He
leaned close to touch his lips to her forehead. “But with you, it
short-circuited me. It turned everything upside down. I wanted you,
but one of us would have to leave. I couldn’t ask you to do that.
And I couldn’t do that to Holt or West Coast. So I decided we had
to stop.” He folded her into his arms. “Only I can’t stop. I’ll
leave West Coast if that’s what it takes to have you. And I’ll keep
wanting you to drive me crazy with other men, but I also realize
that the fantasy you made up with that guy in the hotel was just as
fucking powerful as the real thing.”

For the first time, she allowed herself to
hold him as closely as he held her. He loved her. He really did.
“I’ve had the interview. I’ll get the job. And I’ll do just as well
there as I’ve done at West Coast.”

He pulled back. “I can’t force you to make
the sacrifice.”

“I’ve already made it, Clay. I don’t want to
be controller at West Coast with someone else at the helm. This is
the better way.”

“Jessica—”

She put her fingers to his lips. “Shut up and
make love to me.” Love. She’d said. It had been lying dormant in
her for three years, but now she felt it bursting free inside
her.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered.

She pushed him down onto the carpet next to
the coffee table.

“What about the bed?” he asked, already
pushing up her T-shirt.

“Too far away.” She unbuckled his belt, then
leaned down for a quick kiss. “I need you inside me now.”

“I’ve got a condom in my wallet.” He shoved
her T-shirt up over her breasts.

She laughed. It felt real, good, honest. “You
were sure of yourself.”

“No. I simply had no intention of letting you
go no matter what I had to do.” Then he pulled the cup of her bra
down and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Oh God,” she murmured, savoring the warm,
wet feel of his mouth. “I love sex with you.” He groaned his
agreement against her nipple. “Take my pants off,” she demanded. It
felt glorious to ask for everything she wanted.

“Yes, ma’am.” He shoved her sweats down,
taking her panties with them. They rolled around inelegantly on the
carpet, getting naked, laughing, tasting, teasing, finding the
condom, putting it on.

“Oh yes.” Straddling his hips, she held him
in her hand. “Did I tell you what a magnificent cock you have?”

Clay chuckled. “Yes. But feel free to say it
again.”

She squeezed until he groaned. “It’s the
biggest, fattest, juiciest, hottest.”

He growled. “Take me, baby, I’m yours.”

Then her cell phone rang. It sat on the
coffee table right beside them. Jessica froze when she read the
caller ID.

“It’s him, isn’t it,” Clay said.

Jessica licked her lips. Talk about bad
timing. But she nodded.

One hand on her hip, his other hand on his
cock, stroking her with it between the legs, he said, “Answer
it.”

Very slowly, she reached out, picked up the
phone, pushed the button.

“Got time for a booty call?” Vince asked.

Clay held her steady, his cock at her
entrance. His gaze was just as steady on her.

“How about some phone sex?” she
countered.

Vince laughed. “Sounds hot.”

“Let me put you on speakerphone so I can be
hands free.”

“Yeah, baby,” Vince said even as Clay’s eyes
lit up and his cock nudged her, harder, throbbing.

She laid the phone down and put both hands on
Clay’s chest. “Fuck me, Mr. Blackwell, please, I need it.”

On the phone, Vince grunted. “My pleasure,
Miss Murphy.”

With those words, gaze hot on her, Clay
impaled her.

Jessica cried out. “Oh God, Mr. Blackwell,
you’re so big, you’re so good.”

“And you’re so tight, Miss Murphy.” Vince
said the words, but it was Clay’s hands on her body, his cock
inside her.

“Fuck me hard, please,” she begged Clay.
Silently, he held her hips, controlled her motions, went deep,
lifted her, then thrust hard again.

Vince’s words, Clay’s body. It was wild,
completely crazy. Jessica felt herself go mindless with need, words
spilling out of her mouth, nonsense words, sex words, love words,
Vince saying them all back to her, but it was Clay taking her.
There had never been anything like it, never with Vince, certainly
not on the phone, never when he was inside her either. Yet with
Clay it was wilder, crazier, more intimate. Even with another voice
in the midst of their lovemaking.
Especially
with another
voice.

Her body trembled on the brink, then with a
hand at her nape, Clay pulled her down, took her mouth. And she
lost herself in him forever.

 

* * * * *

 

“Fuck that was hot, baby.” A voice. From the
phone on the coffee table.

Clay shuddered inside her. Her legs still
clasped him tight at the hips, her breasts flush to his chest, her
nipples hard, her pussy wet and warm. Christ. It had never been
like this. As he lost every last drop of his essence to her, the
voice, her body, his body, it had all become one.
They
were
one.

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair, her
body prone on his.

“Jessica?” The voice again.

She turned her head on Clay’s shoulder. “I’m
here. That was hot. Thanks a lot. I gotta go.” She reached out to
end the call, cutting the guy off in mid-laugh.

“You were right,” she said, her lips against
his shoulder. “That was the hottest.”

“It can work any way you want it.” He would
take her any way he could have her. He’d quit West Coast. He’d
never ask her to do another man, not even her fuck buddy. Yeah, any
way she wanted it.

“I’m thinking”—she kissed his neck—“that
there are all sorts of possibilities I never considered.” She
licked the shell of his ear, her body moving sinuously against his.
Inside her, his cock flexed, grew. “For instance, what would it be
like if I called you while he was inside me?” she mused.

“Unbelievable,” he answered, trying to sound
mild, yet his pulse roared in his ears. He wanted anything she’d
give him. Christ. She’d drive him crazy with nothing more than
words.

“Or”—she nipped his earlobe—“what if I had
you both together?”

Suddenly, he was hot and hard inside her
again, his body arching, thrusting.

Jessica moaned. “So many possibilities.”

He grabbed her hips, pushed her down on his
cock, then short-stroked inside her.

“Maybe there are ways it can work.” She
teased him within an inch of his life. “We should talk about the
rules...” Her voice trailed off in a groan.

Her pussy contracted, squeezed him, drove him
to the very brink. “You tell me the rules, baby, and I’ll follow
every one.”

“We should make them up together,” she said,
her voice soft, faraway, giving him everything he’d always wanted.
And then so much more.

 

# # #

 

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Here’s a sneak preview of the next West Coast
novella,
Submitting to the Boss
, where Ruby gets
her comeuppance.

Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

 

Ruby Williams completely underestimated her
live-in lover. She thought she had him wrapped around her little
finger, and she could do anything she wanted without any
consequences. Now she’s just another dumped woman bemoaning her
fate.

 

Then her boss, West Coast Manufacturing’s CEO
Holt Montgomery, calls her into his office and gives her the
punishment she so richly deserves.

 

Holt is determined to show Ruby the error of
her ways with his own special brand of dominance and submission.
Her sexuality now belongs to him, and he’ll give her permission as
to when, where, how, and with whom she’ll use it. From voyeurism to
exhibitionism to more than one man at a time, with a little tying
up and a bit of well-deserved spanking, Ruby discovers she likes
following a man’s rules. But she still won’t let a man have the
upper hand.

 

Can their naughty affair move from just sex
with the boss to something more lasting? Or will Ruby learn her
lessons a little too late?

 

Chapter One

 

“Ruby, in my office, now,” Holt Montgomery
barked over the intercom.

Ruby Williams pressed her lips together,
staring at the offending device. It was just before five on Monday,
and Ruby always left at five. But she pushed the Talk button
obediently. “Yes, Holt.”

She hadn’t found a decent apartment and had
been living in a hotel for over a week, since the day Clay kicked
her out of his house. All the rumors being bandied about last week
had been squashed, and the demise of her three-year relationship
with the CFO hadn’t yet made it to West Coast Manufacturing’s
gossip mill, but her boss, Holt Montgomery, knew. She couldn’t be
sure if Clay had told him the specific reasons why, but they’d been
friends and coworkers for twenty years, the last ten at West Coast,
where Clay was CFO to Holt’s CEO. It stood to reason Clay had told
Holt. And Holt had been treating her...differently. There was a new
hardness in his tone when he spoke to her. Like now. Before, Holt
would have asked if she had a minute. It was a subtle difference,
true, but there were other signs. He hadn’t joked with her. He’d
rarely smiled at her. Holt had always been an easy-going boss from
the day she’d started as his executive admin a little over four
years ago. Now, it seemed that not only had she screwed up her
living arrangements, she’d screwed over her job as well.

There was nothing to do but pick up her pad
and pencil and go into his office the way he demanded.

Behind his big mahogany desk, surround by
report folders and his two computer monitors with which he
effectively multitasked, Holt Montgomery looked like a captain at
the helm of his battle ship. At fifty-two with a head of thick
steel gray hair and the fit, muscular body of a man fifteen years
younger, his bearing inspired respect, awe, and even fear.

Ruby had always felt the respect and awe, but
today, there was also a smidgen of fear.

“Close the door,” he ordered, his voice deep
and hard-edged.

Ruby jumped to do his bidding. Her smaller
office was an annex to his much larger one. In many respects, she
was his guard dog, vetting all his calls and his visitors. She had
to admit she liked the power in that, but with the door closed and
the scowl on his face, she wasn’t feeling particularly
powerful.

She’d lost so much more than she could have
imagined when Clay kicked her out.

“Sit.” Holt pointed at the chair dead center
before his desk.

It was one of the conference chairs, and that
wasn’t its normal place. His office was spacious with a six-man
conference table, coffee service trolley, and a sofa grouping by
the large window, all this in addition to his massive mahogany
desk. He conducted meetings, entertained customers, and signed
multimillion dollar deals in this domain.

But that chair was out of place, and Ruby’s
tension ratcheted higher. Clay was paying for the hotel, but he
wouldn’t do that forever. She had to find a new place, and she
needed a job in order to sign a lease.

Holt wouldn’t fire her because of what
happened with Clay. Would he?

She sat, wishing she’d worn something more
circumspect. But Ruby didn’t own anything circumspect. Her skirts
were short, and her tops had plunging necklines. Holt had never
complained.

He stared at her silently. He didn’t even
seem to blink, just regarded her with piercing eyes so dark they
were almost black. Holt was the only man in the world who made
Ruby’s palms sweat. Most men she could wrap around her little
finger, even Clay—at least until last week. But never Holt. She’d
always felt subordinate to Holt, and funnily enough—probably
because of her respect for him—it had never been an unpleasant
feeling. Until now.

“What can I do for you, Holt?” Her voice
seemed to crack and her mouth was dry.

Finally, he spoke. “You’ve been a very bad
girl.”

Ruby swallowed; it hurt going down. “You mean
about Clay?” She wasn’t about to admit to anything until she knew
exactly what Clay had told him.

“Yes,” he said. “You fucked around behind his
back.”

Okay, she could explain. She
had
to
explain. “It wasn’t behind his back. He knew. In fact—”

Holt held up his hand, and she didn’t dare go
on. That was another thing about Holt: he was the only man Ruby
would shut up for. “Don’t prevaricate. I know all about your
arrangement with Clay.”

Her face flushed. Ruby wasn’t the type to get
embarrassed, yet there was something about knowing that Clay had
told Holt her faults. But she wouldn’t cave by asking how much he
knew. She waited him out.

It didn’t take Holt long to come back at her.
“You had sex with a coworker in Clay’s office.”

All right, yes, she’d done that. She hoped
that was the
only
thing Clay had revealed. “Clay and I have
a special relationship where he enjoys my being with other men.”
She allowed herself a slight smirk. “And he loves to hear all about
it.”

Holt gave her the silent treatment again.
Maybe the smirk was ill-advised. Then Ruby just couldn’t shut up
despite herself. “That’s what he wanted from the beginning. That’s
always been our relationship. I love sex, and he likes to hear
about it. The more the better. It’s what gets him off. He...” Her
voice died into the echo of her own words. A car drove by on the
road visible Holt’s window, a big, rumbling diesel engine that set
her nerves on edge.

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