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DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS – HIS DEMANDS
“Broden MacGruder is a fucking son of a bitch!” Kaela Bryson exclaimed, fighting off the very brazen need to give him her middle finger. Watching the overtly opinionated and yet ultra sexy man walk toward his office, his carved ass riding the way-too tight pair of black linen pants like a sensuous glove, she exhaled slowly. There was something about his roguish good looks and thick dark hair, deliciously greying at the temples that could make a girl pant like a wild woman. Then there was his dazzling green eyes and a nearly perfect chest leading into a slender waist, utterly perfect. Dear God, she was hot, wet and in need of… Was she moaning like a maniac in heat?
“Girl! I can’t believe you just said that out loud in front of all the little women in the admin clan and about your boss. You know, the one who signs your paycheck?”
Hearing her best friend’s admonishing voice, Kaela shook her head and glared in Angel’s direction. “Do you really think the group of chunky monkeys are even listen to anything I have to say when stud muffin is around?” The staff meeting was a direct order to what she knew was her alone – work harder.
“What has gotten into you today?”
“Nothing. I’m just telling it like it is,” Kaela huffed and brushed her hand, her shaking-like-a-wet-noodle hand, through her hair. Why was she so tense and full of rage today? Rolling her eyes, she knew why. The solid ten pounds of work Mr. MacGruder had thrown on her desk, claiming he couldn’t do his job without her. He’d sucked up to her right after lunch, smiling and showing off his dimples. Yeah, well she was going to have to work every night in order to finish the highly sensitive brief by the date he’d requested. There went her time alone, devouring a sexy erotic romance and a bottle or wine or two. Clients, Ms. Bryson, pay our bills. Uh-huh. What about life and love and passion and well, life? “He’s a jerk off in an expensive suit.”
Angel shook her head as she snaked her arm around Kaela’s, yanking her into the hallway. “Aren’t you trying to make Vice President?”
“And pigs are so going to be turning colors. What’s your point?”
“My point is, I somehow can’t see you getting the position but so easily if you’re calling the man who will be doling out the huge promotion an asshole. Do you get me, girl?” Angel’s eyes were full of mischief.
Kaela sighed. “I understand but I can’t take his lack of pre-planning any longer. You know the saying, something about failure to plan on your part? Besides, I have propositions myself this weekend, something exciting. Almost like an adventure. Damn it.” Of course her voice rose just enough so the bottled blond at the end of the aisle was happily taking notes. Hhhmmm… She could take the woman in the parking lot. Easy peasy.
“Propositions? Oh do tell about this adventure you have going on, little Miss Stick in the Mud. I’d love for you to tell me exactly what sassy little things you have going on cause the last time I checked, cleaning your house wasn’t exciting or any kind of a sexy escapade. That is unless you’re trying to hunt down the dust bunnies with a big gun.” Folding her arms, she gave Kaela a harsh look.
“Oh stop! I do or did have…plans.” Kaela suddenly realized her viability as a human, let alone a woman, was pathetic. Taking stock of her life in a flashback moment, she groaned. She worked long hours, lived alone with not so much as a living plant, rarely went out with friends and had a freezer full of frozen dinners. Yep, her life was grandiose all right. Her self-imposed time alone was getting old, no matter how much the past still rattled her.
Rolling her eyes, Angel burst into laughter as she pushed Kaela’s shoulder with her index finger. “You know what I think?”
“I’m guessing you’re going to tell me whether I like it or not.”
“Don’t vex me.” Giving Kaela a tsking finger, she glowered over her friend.
Kaela couldn’t help but smile. They were so yin and yang together. Angel was one moxie black woman, full of hell fire and wild attire to match her brass attitude. Kaela was conservative to a fault, hardly ever wearing anything but shades of gray, and they had nothing to do with kink. Biting her tongue, she stole a glance out into the room leading to Broden’s office and licked her lips. “Wouldn’t dare dream of it, soul sister.”
“Uh-huh. Well, I think you have the hots for the man to the point your sweet little pussy is clenching right about now. You know he doesn’t date that anyone has seen before. You could certainly rock his world. Why don’t you just get it over with and fuck his brains out?”
“What?” Shocked, the words reverberated in the back of her mind; an echo of the shameless sentence she knew without question was floating out to the secretarial pool. “Louder please. Dear God let’s tell the world your thoughts. Maybe he’s gay anyway.” There was no doubt her face was flushing. “And you know the company policy. No carnal moments with the staff.”
“See. I knew it! You want to fuck that man like a wild bronco. And honey, he ain’t staff. Broden is one fine looking Scot and there is no freaking way that hunk of a man is gay. If I were into white men, I’d do him.”
“Like I said, no doubt the rest of the city didn’t hear you,” Kaela chortled. Dear God the man was hot and she was very horny. This was NOT the best position for her to be in. She loved her job and all the intricate aspects, including working with what most would call impossible clients, some bordering on delving into criminal activities. They influential but high-risk takers had certainly made Broden a wealthy man.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
Kaela shifted, her nipples scraping against her lacy bra to the point she was panting with need. “Wrong?”
“You heard me. I wanna hear the truth, white girl. Tell me you don’t want to have our boss shove his cock deep inside what I know has to be a hungry pussy.” Grinning, Angel gave her a heated look. “Go on. Tell me you don’t want to slide under his desk for a quick sip of his man juice.”
“Man juice? You’ve been reading one too many sinful novels.”
“No. That would be you.” Angel cocked her hip. “That’s all you do, read about life and kinky sex. I swear I need to get your ass to a dance floor, scoping out rugged men or you’re going to die alone and old. Very old.”
Visions of Broden flashed in the back of her mind. For a few seconds she indulged in her fantasy, the same one she’d had for a full year, and smiled. There was nothing like the rather sinful and oh so delicious thought of having his cock so deep inside her, pumping hard and fast, that she couldn’t walk for a day. Or maybe a week. Sniffing, she reached her hand out, casually grabbing a paper cup from the water cooler dispenser. “I’m telling you, your comedy act could be your second career.”
Angel glared down at her.
“Fine. Okay? I admit Broden is sexy and he is very talented and…”
“Oh for God’s sake!” Angel snapped. “You and I are going to go out tonight girl period. I am going to teach you about men and then some, maybe like rules are meant to be broken. And you’re not going to wear that drab outfit either. First stop, my favorite store for a bit of a makeover. Hell, a huge, sassy one.”
“Teach me?” Kaela’s blood sizzled. Unable to push away the very vision of Broden’s naked body from the front of her mind, she panted and fumbled as she flicked the waterspout. My God, her mouth was dry. But your pussy is wet. Imagine having him fuck you hard, shoving his thick dick inside your cunt. Imagine Broden shoving his thick cock deep into your ass. Shit. What in the hell was she thinking here? Forcing herself to act casual, she smiled at Angel, giving her a slight nod. As if the girl couldn’t tell she was on fire. “Make over? If you’re taking me to the boutique where you purchase all your skin-tight, leopard print spandex, then I’ll end up being a brazen hussy.”
Angel narrowed her eyes. “You are soooo going to get it for that one.”
Kaela giggled. “Oh and do tell. Just what do I need to learn?”
Angel hesitated as she looked down the length of Kaela, a seductive grin riding her face. “Many things my girl. Obviously many things.” She turned and walked away, stopping short a few seconds later. Tilting her head, she gave Kaela a playful look, licking her cherry stained lips. “Five fifteen sharp or else I will go into Mr. MacGruder’s office and explain in total detail how much you long to ride him like a stallion. You got it?”
Swallowing hard, Kaela found herself nodding. “Oh, I got it all right.” She realized she was doing nothing but dreaming about holding a lasso, riding his thick cock as she hollered really bad things. Shivering, she gulped the entire cup of water, fighting back racing into his office and dropping to her knees in front of him. Then again, sucking his cock on a regular basis might just garner her a raise. The salacious thought giving her a smile, she strutted off toward the bathroom. One night out with her best gal pal certainly would give her a bit of verve. Or so she hoped. Too bad there was the damning rule. No fraternization. Damn it all to hell.
If there was anything Kaela Bryson hated, it was an arrogant man, one who enjoyed flaunting his wealth while others suffered. Her boss was just such a man. Broden MacGruder was powerful, opinionated and unfortunately one of the sexiest men she’d ever laid eyes on. His Scottish accent alone was enough to drive her wild, but she wanted nothing more than to take him down a notch or two. When an invitation arrived for a very swanky costume party at his secluded mansion, she knew exactly what she was going to do – seduce him. No woman ever had. To her credit, the nefarious plan worked.
Broden had the hots for the sexy woman since he’d arrived in the States to take over the firm. After sharing a night of passion, he longed for more, but knew she’d only been playing a game. Seduction was his forte and he never lost in business. Or love. Taking matters into his own hands, he issued a series of demands or share their night of passion with others, thereby requiring her resignation. His choice? She was to become his complete submissive for a solid week. With no other choice, Kaela reluctantly agreed. What nether expected was the intensity of their passion or the secrets that surfaced, threatening to destroy them both. Would his demands be their ultimate demise?
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