Mixing business and pleasure is never a good idea. Or is it?
Find out in Slave to Love
by
Julie A Richman releases
January 14th!
Blurb
There are risks to mixing business with pleasure...
IF A MAN HAS AN AFFAIR AT WORK, HE'S A STUD.
He was a
royal prick.
The night
we met, he ignored me.
Then Mr.
Big Shot CEO grabbed my ass in a business meeting.
My boss
just loaned me out to this guy.
Now,
we’re working on a major project together.
And our
chemistry is dangerous.
Combustible.
If I
allow it to ignite, I’ll risk losing that promotion.
Worse,
what if I lose myself in him?
IF A WOMAN HAS AN AFFAIR AT WORK, SHE'S A SLUT.
From the
moment I saw her I knew she was trouble.
It was
the combination of her fresh face, smart mouth and nipples that seemed to know
my name.
This
woman could satisfy my needs both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
But there
was more to it than that.
I wanted
her.
Really
wanted her.
And I was
in the position to change the course of her life.
But I’ve
got secrets, secrets that could destroy her.
And either make her mine or drive her
away forever.
Excerpt
Slave to Love
© 2015 Julie A. Richman
Parking the Lotus, I quickly head to her
side to help her out. She gives me a look and I laugh, “I’m only trying to be a
gentleman.” I feign innocence.
“Mmm-hmm.” Even her mmm-hmm is dripping
sarcasm.
Not commando. White lace. Oh God, she’s
destroying me. I want to rip them off and lower her onto my lap. Impale her and
discover what kissing does to her with my cock inside her.
Damn it. Will I be able to keep the promises I want to
make?
Our waiter comes by and I order two
Manhattans, smiling at Sierra.
“Craving cherries?” Her eyebrows are
raised.
Oh man, she really is going to kill me
tonight.
“Only if they are yours.”
“You want mine?” she asks and I can see
she feels it. She feels our energy.
“More than you can imagine.”
“I would hate to deny you.”
“Good girl. Then don’t.”
The waiter places the Martini glasses in
front of us and I lift mine, “Good to see you again.” And I hope she can see
how sincere I am.
“Good to see you.” She takes a sip and
her nose scrunches up. “This tastes different.”
“They make theirs with rye whiskey
instead of bourbon.”
Another two sips and the cherry is no
longer submerged. Sierra reaches into the glass and plucks it out. About ready
to pop it into her mouth, she catches my eye and smiles. She’s just messing
with me. Reaching out, I grasp her slender wrist and slowly pull it to me.
Taking the tips of her thumb and forefinger into my mouth, I suck the cherry
out from between her fingers and show it to her on my tongue before slowly
chewing it, a smile firmly planted on my face.
I’m still holding her wrist and with my
free hand, I signal to the waiter for two more.
“We need to talk, Hale.”
I can see she is struggling. We are in
such dangerous territory and we escalate there quickly and too easily. She is
clearly unnerved and I’m not sure if it’s by her own behavior, mine or what
happens when we’re together. Her eyes search mine as if she is hoping to find
some truth. I loosen my hold on her wrist and pick up my drink.
“Let me start by first saying something I
have yet to say to you. I’m sorry, Sierra. I’m sorry I disrespected you.”
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