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  “How can you let him touch you when you respond this way to me?” he growled. “You’re mine, Hayley. Promise me he’ll never lay a hand on you again, and I’ll make you scream for me. Right here. Right now.”

  All work and no play? Not for this girl. Not anymore.

  Office Affair

  © 2012 Jess Dee

  Melissa Sparks has had enough. Enough of being an overachiever, enough of having no social life, enough of being lonely. Just this once she wants a change. Something different. Something that looks very much like her business associate, Ben Cowley.

  Ben is all alone in the deserted offices of Preston Elks. He’s gorgeous, he’s single and he’s been her secret fantasy for the last two years. It’s a split-second decision, but there’s no going back.

  When Ben looks up from his desk, the last thing he expects to see is his too-serious, straight-laced colleague stripping naked. It’s been a year since his last relationship ended, and though he’s still picking up the pieces, Melissa throws his carefully balanced world off its axis. So does her offer: a brief affair, no strings attached.

  Right about the time he realizes a simple affair will never be enough, she’s back in professional mode—and clearly as distant as ever. Now it’s up to him to show her that what they have is no fluke…and he’ll do whatever it takes to convince her. Even if it means inviting another man into their bed.

  Warning: This book contains a man haunted by his past decisions, a woman determined to succeed, sex hot enough to steam up every office window on the block, and a voyeur who gets off watching those windows steam up.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Office Affair:

  Ben was back in his chair maybe five minutes before Melissa made her entrance.

  She didn’t say a word. She simply stood in his doorway like she had last night, looking imposing and dressed to kill.

  And hell, she about gave him a heart attack right then and there. She wore a charcoal, pinstriped skirt suit, with the jacket buttoned up in front, just like she had last night.

  Last night, however, she’d hidden every asset with a severe white blouse and her jacket. Tonight, she had on absolutely nothing beneath her blazer. Which meant when she stood at that angle and folded her arms, the jacket gaped a little, giving him an enticing view of a full, firm breast and a dusky pink nipple.

  Ben swallowed. Any greeting he might have spoken died in his throat. The wild mane of untamed hair was back. This time she’d lost her ponytail before leaving her office. Her lips were painted a deep, sexy red. His first once-over failed to reveal what the second one did: a pair of lacy knickers hanging off one of her fingers, and a white and blue object tucked comfortably into her other hand.

  Just like that he was hard. Again.

  “Melissa.”

  “Ben.”

  “I’m pleased to see you came prepared.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “Give me five minutes and you’ll find a whole new reason to be pleased.” Her smoky voice filled the room with promise.

  “If you think five minutes is all we need, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

  She cocked an eyebrow. “Somehow I doubt disappointment will feature as a key element in tonight’s proceedings.” A soft, electric buzz hummed through the air.

  Ben’s dick ached. The eternal wait for this moment, combined with the subtle fragrance of her perfume—cinnamon and vanilla—was proving too much for him. He wanted a piece of Melissa Sparks.

  Nope, scratch that. He wanted all of Melissa Sparks, but now, with her dressed so enticingly, with the sensual promise of things to come in her voice, he wasn’t exactly focused on everything.

  He was focused on sex.

  Snap out of it. Show some respect. Hell, show some dignity.

  “You haven’t asked me what I needed to tell you earlier.”

  She nodded. “I figured if it was that important you’d tell me in your own good time.”

  Cool as a cucumber. How did she do that? Act as though nothing in the world bothered her while he was burning up at about a million freaking degrees. Tonight she showed no hint of the woman who’d blushed more than once last night. “I received an email this morning.”

  “And?”

  The buzz continued. Soft. Barely audible. “You need to read it.” He turned his laptop so the screen faced her.

  “Why don’t you read it for me?” Melissa shifted her hand so the tip of the blue and white object she held slipped beneath the lapel of her jacket. Her vibrator. A sleek, chic, stylish vibrator intended purely for a woman’s pleasure. “I’m…a little busy here.”

  Ben swallowed again, only this time his throat was dry as a bone, which only increased his discomfort.

  Jesus, fuck.

  The lapels of her jacket quivered. Color rose in her cheeks, and her pupils dilated.

  Ben stifled a groan and pressed a hand to his balls, desperately trying to ease the strain there.

  What the hell had happened to his straight-laced colleague? Could she have a twin sister he’d never known about? An identical twin who only came out to play at night? And so much for his plans to take control of the reins tonight. Yeah, she’d “obeyed” him and brought along the vibe. But instead of him using it to torment her, she was the one doing the tormenting.

  He should have known she’d up the ante. She’d never have just heeded his instruction. Melissa would have looked at every possible way she and he could utilize the vibrator, and settled on choosing the one that would get the best response—from both of them.

  She gave him an enquiring look. “The email?”

  Ah, right. The email. He’d forgotten all about it. “You sure you don’t want to see it for yourself?” It might be less embarrassing for her if she read it.

  “Quite sure.” She edged the vibe over to her other breast.

  Okay, well, he’d given her the choice. He turned the computer back around. “It’s short. A couple of lines. That’s all.” Christ, he’d about give his left testicle to see her slip her hand inside her skirt.

  “I’m listening.”

  Was she? Her eyes had closed, and her color had heightened even further.

  “It’s from a, uh, friend of mine.”

  “Mm hm?”

  “He works close by. In the building next door.”

  Ever so sensually, she tucked her knickers in her pocket and popped the buttons of her jacket, treating Ben to the unhindered sight of those exquisite breasts being tormented by the vibrator. Her nipples stood taut and hard, two perfect peaks begging to be kissed.

  Ben sucked in a breath and thanked God for the darkness outside. Although a part of him, a very small part, almost wished light would glimmer through the two windows behind him. “His office overlooks mine.”

  “That’s nice,” Melissa said, definitely distracted. She lowered the hand with the toy in it so it trailed down over her belly, vibrating over her skin. Goosebumps covered every visible inch of her flesh.

  And his. The non-visible bits too.

  For long seconds he couldn’t talk. All he could do was watch as she did what he’d desperately wanted her to do. She slipped the toy beneath the waistband of her skirt. Her arm moved slowly and then stopped.

  Melissa moaned.

  He had no doubt whatsoever the vibrator now rested against her clit. Ben forgot to breathe.

  Her skirt quivered.

  “So, you going to read it or not?”

  At least she had the presence of mind to ask. He had not an intelligible thought in his head. He cleared his throat and forced himself to concentrate on the screen.

  “Benny Boy…”

  Melissa’s mouth twitched in the makings of a smile. “Benny Boy?”

  “A nickname.” He frowned. “Not the point of the email.” But he appreciated the half smile anyway.

  “Okay, go— She arched her back, pushing her chest out in the process, displaying those exquisite breasts in all their aroused glory, telling Ben the vibe had touched a
sensitive spot. “G-go on.”Oh…God!”

  Goddamned lucky vibrator.

  “Benny Boy,” he read, his voice so hoarse he had trouble articulating the words. “That was quite some show you put on last night. Thoroughly enjoyed it. Same time tonight?”

  Melissa froze. She opened both eyes, staring at him in silence.

  So quiet was she, the subdued sounds of the vibrator seemed to hum through the office.

  “He saw us together.” Ben eyed her carefully, looking for any hint of a reaction. “Watched everything we did to each other.”

  Her gaze skittered away from him to the window behind his chair, but other than that she did not respond.

  Surprising. Maybe she hadn’t registered his words. He went for a more blunt approach. “He saw me go down on you. Watched me lick your pussy.”

  Her gaze did not move from the window, and her lack of reaction worried him. He’d expected horror. Shame. Embarrassment. He got nothing of that.

  “He stood there, looking through his window, the one directly opposite mine, when I stuck my tongue in your cunt.”

  She trembled, but still said not a word. Although she did whimper, and the sound sent shivers over his skin.

  “He was there, with us, when I fucked you. He watched you come apart. Watched me climax inside you. He saw it all. Every last thing. He saw every dirty act we indulged in.”

  A soft gasp escaped her. She closed her eyes as she jerked, as though a sharp jolt had just gone through her body.

  Shock?

  Her head fell back and several more jolts shuddered through her. A keening sound filled the air. She grabbed the doorpost with her free hand.

  Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus.

  Not shock. Not even close to shock.

  Melissa was coming. Orgasming before his eyes. A real pleasurable orgasm, if the expression of rapture and the flush on her breasts and her neck were anything to go by. An orgasm brought about by the combination of his disclosure and her vibrator.

  The woman had gotten off on hearing that someone had seen them last night.

  Not just someone. Will.

  Bad Girl Therapy

  Cathryn Fox

  She might be calling the shots, but he’s playing for keeps.

  Boys of Beachville, Book 3

  Pro soccer star Cole Landon has women at his fingertips, but there’s always been one who was untouchable. Haley Jones, the high-school crush from the right side of the tracks—and way out of his league.

  Sidelined with an injury, he’s cooling his heels in Beachville when he discovers his physical therapist is none other than the perennial good girl herself.

  Bored with men who pay more attention to their smartphones than her, Haley longs for a summer fling that won’t risk her reputation. When Cole shows up in town, her hormones tell her he’s the one man who will scratch her itch without tarnishing her good-girl image.

  No one’s more surprised than Cole when Haley suggests his private beachside cottage is the best place to begin his…therapy. Apparently money really can buy love. She wants to play? Then play he will.

  As hot days turn to scintillating nights, Haley begins to realize there’s more to this playboy than meets the eye. Until Cole gets news that could put them once again on opposite ends of the playing field.

  Warning: Certain elements of this physical therapy can result in sweating, panting and unusually high heart rates. The therapeutic value of massage “therapy”, in particular, is increased levels of endorphins that act as a pain reliever. For excessive swelling, lie down and take 2x daily (or as many as you can get!).

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  Bad Girl Therapy

  Copyright © 2012 by Cathryn Fox

  ISBN: 978-1-60928-962-1

  Edited by Sue Ellen Gower

  Cover by Angela Waters

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  First Samhain Publishing, Ltd. electronic publication: December 2012

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

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