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About the author:
Jessica lives in a cottage on the wild and windy southwest coast of England, where she writes romances just the way she loves to read them – hot and steamy, with very happy endings.
What inspired you to write your book?
This is my first romance novel. I’ve always loved a bad boy billionaire story – once James and Clarissa appeared in my head one evening, I just had to start writing their story for myself!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Here she comes now. My office vixen. My tight peach-ass in a pencil skirt. My secret goddess. Clarissa.
I’m sitting behind my desk, fingers steepled. The perfect strict boss pose. By now, I know exactly how much it turns her on. She shuts the door behind her, and I kick the switch under the table that locks it remotely. She doesn’t know about that yet. My bad little Clarissa, she likes to think we might get caught. Danger gets her even wetter.
I can’t imagine a more perfect office toy. I’ve been in heaven these past two weeks. Was I really going to limit her to a one night stand?
Don’t kid yourself, Kelsey, pipes up that irritating voice in my head, weaselling through my growing sex reverie like a fart in an aromatherapy room. You know there’s more to it than that. If sex was all you wanted, you’d have kicked her to the kerb by now.
“My new office senior,” I say, speaking loudly to cut through the doubts. “I think we’ve got some new duties to go over.”
Clarissa comes around to my side of the desk and drops to her knees. She runs her hands up my thighs, digging in the nails. A vision of her perfect lips closing over the head of my cock fills my brain. We haven’t tried that yet – a good old fashioned behind the desk blow job – and god, I want it so badly I can hardly breathe. My dick rises for her immediately, hard and pulsing. She gives me a wicked smile. Under my expert tuition these past two weeks, shy little Clarissa Hart has blossomed like a flower. She’s becoming something naughty and new. Something entirely mine.
But I’ve got other plans for her today. I can’t get distracted. I lift her into the air, enjoying her sweet mewls of protest, and sit her on my lap where she can feel the thick bulge in my trousers.
“I’ll start you off easy,” I promise her, watching her rock back and forth to feel the size of me underneath her. God, she’s beautiful. “You’ve got one task this afternoon.”
“What do you want me to do?” she purrs. She’s putty in my hands. This little kitten will do anything for me. I slide my hand up her skirt, stroking her soft thighs. My fingers tease the straps of her stockings. Oh, she knows what to wear to work these days! Clarissa closes her eyes as my fingers edge closer, up towards the hot wetness between her legs, up where I know she’s already ready and aching for me.
“Will you do anything for me?” I ask, circling just below where I know she needs it most.
“Anything,” she says, starting to moan. “Oh! James, anything!”
“Ah!” I hold up my other hand, pressing a finger to her lips. “Then, Miss Hart, you will do exactly as I say – and for the next ten minutes you won’t make a single sound.”
I run my fingers up to find the diamond at the top of her pussy, and at the same time I reach over and hit the button on the speakerphone to start my conference call. “This is Kelsey. Let’s go.”
Clarissa bucks her hips in pleasure, her mouth hanging open soundlessly, her chocolate eyes wide with shock. She shakes her head, face burning with lust and betrayal, and tries to push me away, but my hands have becomes experts in Clarissa Hart’s pussy now and I coax her back onto me with a few firm strokes.
On the speakerphone, Jones, one of our software suppliers, is droning on. I’m listening to him with half an ear as Clarissa rocks her hips over my hand, closing her eyes, biting so hard on her lips the pretty pink flushes red.
“That’s not good enough,” I tell him sharply, when he tries to feed me an excuse. Clarissa stops, looking at me nervously. I kiss her ravenously on the neck. She’s got no idea what’s going on. The phone call might as well be in another world. The only thing she can focus on is the endless flood of pleasure I’m giving her with my fingers.
I tease her up to the edge, and I ease back away. I’m cruel, I know. I love to see her begging for it. She starts to get desperate, writhing around on me. She needs so badly to come on my hand, but I won’t let her yet. Meanwhile, Jones is finally starting to see things from my point of view. God, I’m on fire. Giving Clarissa everything she needs. Taking it all from my business associates. My dick is throbbing madly. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll have time to lay Clarissa across my desk and fuck my triumph out on her beautiful body before my next meeting.
She grabs my hand as I ease off her again, pulling it back towards her tight wet hole. She’s desperate for her release. “No, not yet,” I smile, leaning in for a nip of her ear.
“What do you mean, not yet?” Jones demands. The other voices on the conference call chime in with their agreement. Shit! That didn’t make any sense at all. I freeze.
Clarissa’s smirking at me, triumphant, despite her heaving chest and the flush in her cheeks. How did that happen? How can it be me who loses control here? No chance!
I lean towards the speaker. “Not yet, as in it should have happened last week, Jones,” I snap, as sarcastic as they come. I tug Clarissa more firmly onto my lap and bring both hands into play. The gasp she gives, the faintest little sigh, is the style of music that plays directly to my dick, making it twitch up against her ass as it presses into me. “Not yet, as in I’m sick of waiting.”
And so is Clarissa. I’m giving her what she needs. I’m playing her like a musical instrument, and she’s singing for me with silent beauty. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in a soundless scream. Her hips buck wildly over me, stroking my dick through my trousers. It’s almost enough to make me cum on the spot. I hold her tightly to stop her heels from thrumming against the floor. Her pussy is clenching around my fingers, tighter and tighter. She’s so close… so close… I can hear voices in the background, calling my name, but I don’t give a damn any more. Clarissa’s coming in my arms and it’s the most important thing in the world. I fasten my mouth over hers and taste the pleasure I can’t hear as she shudders for me, again and again, until she’s completely spent.