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Kahlua Stark is a pen name. I write erotic short stories about sexy people who can't keep their hands off each other! If you like steamy stories about consenting sex between straight or gay / lesbian characters, threesomes, FFM, light bondage, you'll find it here.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Roberto works on the 54th floor when he’s in town. They call it the Sky Studio because all the walls are glass, and you can see over the tops of the highrises all around, but I’ve never seen a studio so big. There are three separate workspaces in the studio: a meeting are with a projector and conference table large enough for 20 people; a casual coffee meeting space with gigantic leather sofas arranged in a square around coffee tables, and a work area with a desk big enough for six people to work at. And now I know that there’s a living area behind the doors too.
When I step into the studio, the light coming through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows is almost dazzling, except around the work space, where Roberto has pulled the blinds half-down. He comes to greet me, and I’m glad I wore a skirt and high heels. He’s wearing a pair of sleek grey trousers and a crisp blue shirt. He’s usually in a tie and blazer but today he’s wearing his sleeves rolled up to show strong sinewy arms. I guess this is his casual look.
Roberto and I work together for two hours, stopping only for espresso that he makes himself, at his own coffee station. Now I’m good at my job but today I’m so distracted by Roberto that I find it hard to answer him. He isn’t much taller than I am, but he has a powerful energy that fills the room. With those lean hips and strong shoulders, I wouldn’t be surprised if he swims every day. But knowing Roberto, he probably doesn’t go to the pool at the local gym. I’m sure he swims in the blue sea, just off his private Italian island, while dolphins frolic around him.
Usually when I’m up here, there is a receptionist just outside and people walking in and out all the time. Sometimes his team is sprawled out on the coffee tables and sofas, flinging charts around and making aggressive phone calls. Today though, it’s quiet and empty, our own luxury bubble above the city. I’m very aware of how Roberto and I are the only two people on this floor.
“Are you tired, Katherine? Would you like to take a break?”
Roberto’s voice breaks into my thoughts, and I look up. His eyes are dark and enquiring, making me feel breathless and to be honest, a little bit wet. I lean back from the laptop screen that we’re both staring into and nod.