| By: Juniper Bell |
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| Type: eBook |
| Genre: Erotica, BDSM, Ménage & More |
| Release Date: 06-14-2011 |
| Length: Novella |
Every deal has a loophole.
…the Receptionist, Book 2
Dana Arthur’s new job with the firm of Cowell & Dirk is going well. Translation: the occasionally kinky ménage with her two bosses, Ethan and Simon, has been several months of politically incorrect bliss.
Except the relationship feels unbalanced. While Ethan is the undisputed master, the partners’ iron-clad agreement stipulates that Simon must be present as she performs her “duties”. And she senses there’s a subtle, powerful tug-of-war developing for more than just her body.
Simon had agreed to share the firm’s fiery, sensually daring receptionist…to a point. With Simon out of town, Ethan plans a feast of erotic temptations designed to have Dana begging him to break the deal. He didn’t realize his heart would be a casualty.
Once she surrenders to his wicked demands, Dana realizes there’s no going back. It’s time for a three-way renegotiation…this time, all or nothing.
Product Warnings
NSFW!! Do Not Try This at Your Job. Contains highly inappropriate workplace behavior including m/f/m, m/m, bondage, creative use of office space and a high-stakes trip to Atlantic City.Copyright © 2011 Juniper Bell
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Excerpt:
“We’ve all got work to do, so I suggest you get busy,” he told us.
I snorted, but was the only one who thought that choice of words amusing. Simon stood and zipped his pants. Then he worked on undoing my candy cane wrapping. I tried to catch his eye, but he wouldn’t let me. Usually after sex with Simon, including Ethan or alone, I felt so close to him we could have been the same person. But now something had shifted between us. Why wouldn’t he meet my eyes?
“What’s wrong?” I whispered as soon as Ethan left the room.
He turned away from me to unwind my legs from the table. I sat up and assessed my body for aches and twinges. A slight cramp in my right calf muscle, a crick in my neck. Small price to pay for an orgasm like that.
“Simon. Is it me? Are you mad?”
He stood next to me and rubbed my calf. He frowned down at my leg with a troubled look. I hated to see him so upset.
I tried again. “Are you mad at my leg?” That got a ghost of a smile from him. My heart lightened. If he could smile, that was a start. “Are you, um, sore?”
And there went the smile. “You heard the boss,” he said, all business. “Back to work.”
I probably answered thirty calls the rest of the day, not one of which I remembered. I was too worried about my Simon. Maybe he was afraid I’d look at him differently. Think less of him.
I searched my heart. Did I think of him differently now that I’d seen him submit to Ethan so thoroughly?
Then again, why should I? Ethan was a force of nature. Mesmerizing. When he wanted something, there was no point trying to deny him. Why should it be different for Simon?
Around five o’clock, Simon emerged from the inner offices, briefcase in hand. “See you tomorrow, Dana,” he said, as if we hadn’t spent the afternoon burning up the conference table.
“Wait.” I jumped up from my desk and ran to his side. “I was thinking I’d come over later.”
He shrugged. “If you’d like.” The indifference in his voice nearly made me cry.
“What is wrong with you?”
His scar twitched. His green-eyed gaze drifted across me. “Have a good night,” he said and strolled out the door.
I sat and stewed at my post for a while longer. Ethan hadn’t gone home yet, and I liked to lock up behind my bosses. Would Ethan know what was up Simon’s butt? So to speak. I debated going into his office to ask, but such a bold act seemed nearly unthinkable. I’d never been in Ethan’s private office. All our activities took place in Simon’s office, the conference room, the kitchenette, my receptionist desk…you get the picture. Ethan’s office was strictly off limits.
Finally came the firm footsteps that meant Ethan was calling it a day. He hurried through my domain with one arm pulling on his jacket, the other clasping shut his briefcase. One lock of his grizzled blond hair had a wave that went the opposite direction from the others. Not surprising that his hair would refuse to follow the rules, just like the rest of him.
“You’ll lock up, luv?”
“Of course.”
I watched him stride to the door. In a minute he’d be gone. If I wanted to ask my question, it should be now. But I admit, he intimidated the hell out of me. I jumped to my feet just as he reached the door. “Mr. Cowell…”
“Ethan,” he said impatiently. “Yes?”
“Is, um, Simon, um, okay?” God, the question sounded dumb out in the open air. Not at all how it had sounded in my head.
“I don’t know. Did you ask him?”
“Yes. He didn’t answer.”
“I suppose he’s fine then.” He didn’t sound too worried about it. He turned away as if the wellbeing of his close friend and business partner, not to mention lover, meant nothing to him.
“Don’t you think you should check? Considering you—”
“Considering I what?” He turned back. A narrow-eyed dose of Blue Fury was not what I needed right now. I staggered under its assault.
“You know.”
“Buggered him?”
Suddenly breathless, I nodded. I had a flash of memory of Simon bent over, taking it up the butt from Ethan, and the image made me dizzy.
“I’ve had my prick up your ass a few times. None of us had problems with that, eh?” Ethan cocked his head at me. “We all had a good time.”
My sex twitched at the reminder. Maybe it was Ethan’s gravelly voice that did it to me. I brought my legs closer together. Wrong move. I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “That’s irrelevant right now,” I told him in a haughty voice. “We’re discussing Simon.”
The beige-decorated office tilted around me as my words sank in. Was I sassing Ethan? Talking that way to Simon was one thing, but Ethan? I held my breath as Mr. Senior Partner, boss of my boss, scorched my being with one endlessly long look.
When he spoke, his voice was lower by an octave, from gravel to washboard. “How I’d like to bend you over my knee right now. My hand ought to be on your ass this very second. Or maybe my hand isn’t enough to teach you proper behavior.”
I swayed and grabbed onto the desk. Where was Simon? My sweet, sexy Simon? This man, Ethan the wild animal in a business suit, unnerved me. But what unnerved me even more was how his words made the wetness pool in my panties. He knew it too, the bastard. I could tell from the glitter in his eyes.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Maybe that’s why you’re speaking to me like this. You want me to punish you. Just you and me, no Simon involved.”
“No.” I shook my head. “That’s not the deal.” Our deal was clear to all of us, and we’d never broken it. Simon had to be around for Ethan to touch me.
“I know very well that’s not the deal. I remember all my deals. But, Dana, know this…”
With that, he stepped closer to me, so close the air shivered between us. Every cell in my body turned toward him, like metal filings to a magnet. My breath clogged my throat. Meeting his eyes felt like staring into the sun. How did this man have such an effect on me when I was in love with someone else?
His low growl interrupted my drifting thoughts. “Listen to me. Voice of experience talking. Are you listening?”
I nodded like a bobble-head doll.
He leaned even closer, the scent of his Armani aftershave tickling my nose. “Every deal has a loophole.”
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