STORY EXCERPT

“You’ve stolen a shitload of money from me, lady. What the hell am I supposed to think? That you’ve given the money to charity. That you’ve used it to help all the starving kids in Africa? Go on, I dare you, tell me that’s what you’ve done with my fucking money.” He banged the flat of his hand against his chest to emphasize his displeasure.

When she didn’t answer immediately, he realized she wasn’t as benevolent as she tried to portray herself. Or, maybe she was? As he intensely scrutinized the downcast individual before him for any solution to the puzzle, he wondered if in his haste to get to the truth he’d misjudged her. Perhaps his anger had clouded his reason. Although a long shot, there was one area he hadn’t touched upon yet.

“Kendall.” This time he made sure his voice was even and lacked the anger he’d deliberately shown before.

The way she wiped the tears from those beautiful blue eyes was so fucking cute, and he longed to dab them away himself or, better still, kiss them away.

“I’m only going to ask you this once, and I want the truth. Do you understand me, honey?”

She nodded her acknowledgement.

“Are you being blackmailed?”

She quickly shook her head. “No. Nothing like that.” Her character suddenly changed out of all recognition, her tears miraculously disappearing. Almost contemptuously, she then raised her head and stared defiantly at him, apparently unafraid to hold his gaze. “No. No blackmailers. You were right all along. I was greedy, and I took the money because I thought I could get away with it. And do you know what, Mr. Buchanan, sir, if I had done, I’d have been back for more. I’m a classy girl. I have a lifestyle to maintain.”

“I see. You’ve made your position crystal clear.” He sat back down behind his desk. The anger he initially felt was starting to be replaced by bitter disappointment. He thought they’d connected, but clearly she’d duped him, and he figured that Kendall Van Heusen was an accomplished prick teaser, one who used men to her advantage. Her beauty and charm had obviously blinded him to the soulless money-grabbing bitch she really was.

An exquisitely attractive money-grabbing bitch, and one I still want to fuck senseless.

He knew he should despise her for what she’d done to him. For the trust she’d abused, but in fact, at this precise moment in time, he was more sexually attracted to the woman than ever.

Her confession couldn’t have been more blatant. I was greedy, and I took the money because I thought I could get away with it. She’d only shown contrition when she’d thought there was a possibility of getting away with what she’d done. But as soon as he’d made it clear that he knew everything, that contrition had vanished as quickly as an iceberg in the Sahara.

Truth be known, her callous and totally selfish approach to the whole episode surprised him. He’d always thought himself a good judge of character, especially when it came to women, but on this occasion it looked like he’d fucked up big time.

Mac folded his arms across his chest and stared at her across the desk. “What would you do in my position?”

“Call the police.”

“Me, too.”

“And are you going to?”

“I’m undecided.”

“Why?”

“Your story would make great copy, gifting my competitors extra sales. It’s not good business to let everyone know that Buchanan Enterprises employs criminals.”

She nodded. “Yes, I can see that. So what do you propose?”

“I propose you come right over here, right this minute, and stand before me. In fact, I demand it of you.”

“Okay.”

He briefly saw a smile arc across her beautiful full lips before fading away as quickly as it came. As she drew closer to him, he reached across and yanked her onto his lap. “Let’s cut the crap, Kendall. You want me sexually as much as I want you.”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t dispute his words either.

“Therefore I have a business proposition.”

“Go on.” The beautiful smile returned, lasting a little longer this time.

“My proposition is this. I own you, mind, body, and soul for the next ten days. You’ll be mine to do with as I please. When each twenty-four hour period elapses, one hundred thousand dollars of the one million dollars you stole from me will be written off. After ten days under my total and complete control, you will owe me nothing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but that makes me a whore.”

“Is that any worse than a common criminal who steals a million bucks from her employer?”

“Maybe not.”

Despite her confession, he figured there were still things he didn’t understand about why she’d stolen the money, and a nagging doubt remained. Mac guessed she didn’t have it anymore. Perhaps she had used it to buy jewelry, or maybe she had paid off bad debts. Whatever the reasons, he still wanted his fill of this beautiful woman. Besides, he was overdue a vacation, so maybe if he took her to his private island, he’d learn more. Keeping her contained could work to his advantage, too, as his private investigator Frank Carrell followed the money trail.

“And if I refuse your proposal?”

He picked up the telephone and tapped in 9-1-1, his finger hovering over the call button as he stared directly into her beautiful china-blue eyes. “Then you leave me no alternative.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“Oh, God, Mac.”

The combination of his tongue swirling around her engorged clit and his finger, or could that be fingers, probing deep inside her ass meant she was close, achingly close to orgasm.

“Don’t stop.”

“Please don’t stop.” She was well aware that her words were breathy and pleading in their nature, but she didn’t care. She wanted that ultimate release which lay tantalizingly just out of reach.

Right on the edge, she found herself begging again. “Please. Please.” Well aware that Mac Buchanan was a guy who thrived on unconditional surrender, especially from the opposite sex, she knew she bolstered his already mighty ego.

“Please.” Balanced precariously yet deliciously on the tipping point, that sensuous twilight zone which was wonderful in its own right, she could almost taste the perfect climax that continued to elude her. Then, from out of nowhere, Kendall felt the pressure on her clit suddenly cease, stopping the pre-orgasmic sensations dead in their tracks. Mac was in total control, and he wouldn’t allow her the ultimate release she craved so much.

Bastard. You bastard. You did that deliberately.

When he stared up into her eyes, a mischievous smile to his face, she saw her own feminine arousal glistening around his mouth and chin. Christ, she really was wet.

“Answer me this. Do you really deserve to be rewarded with the best orgasm you’ve ever had, after stealing a million bucks from me?”

“No. Of course not.” But whatever the rights and wrongs of it, it still didn’t stop her yearning for the forbidden.

“Then that’s something we agree on, honey. Mind you…” She watched him nonchalantly wipe her juices from his face. “If I deny you your pleasure, then I deny myself pleasure. So…maybe, just maybe.”

As he raised himself from his knees and stood between her legs, which now hung limply over the edge of his desk, she noticed a subtle change in his demeanor and guessed he was rethinking the situation. Typical man, he may be selfish enough to deny her the pleasure she craved, but just like any guy, he wasn’t about to sacrifice his own pleasures anytime soon.

Without another word, he started to shed his clothes. Not wearing a jacket or tie again, he first removed his shirt, which already had the top two buttons undone. As he peeled it away and dropped it to the floor, she couldn’t help but admire the sculpted physical perfection that stood before her. Broad shoulders complemented by a powerful, honed chest, which was dusted with the merest smattering of masculine hair, tapered gloriously down to a taut, washboard stomach. This guy didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.

As he popped the button on his pants and slid the thin leather belt through its loops, she got the first glimpse of what lay beneath. He paused and stared directly at her.

“You wanna see, honey?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Oh, yeah.” All resistance now gone, she’d enjoy everything this sexy guy had to offer.

Keeping his eyes focused expressly on her, she was well aware from the enigmatic smile gracing his masculine features that he’d lowered his pants a few inches.

Mac’s eyes were hooded and aroused. “Take a look, honey. It don’t cost nothing to look.” His voice was velvety yet commanding.

When she didn’t respond immediately, he authoritatively added, “I insist that you do.”

So wanting to look and acutely aware of his displeasure if she didn’t, Kendall allowed her gaze to drift inexorably downward. Oh, boy. She wasn’t disappointed with what she found, because his huge erect cock, now released from its captivity, was an awesome sight. When she’d seen it pushing against the inside of his pants, she’d thought him large, but to see it fully exposed in anger for the first time made her reassess her initial judgment and add a further twenty percent to both length and girth. His prick was mighty. Exceptionally large and thick, it jutted from his groin at an impressive angle.

“Like what you see?”

Unable to find the words she needed, she silently nodded like a dumb idiot.

With his penetrating gaze still burning into her, she watched him caress his magnificent length, as though it were a separate entity in itself, an individual life force.

“During the next ten days, you will be required to touch, kiss, lick, suck, and swallow the contents of my prick. This is nonnegotiable. Understand?”

The dumb idiot within her remained, and she found herself mutely nodding again.

“But for now, even though I’m still pissed with you for stealing my money, I’ve decided to break you in gently by just thrusting my eager prick deep inside your sexy wet slit. Oh, yeah, I’ll thrust it so deep inside, you’ll be begging me to let you come.”

His approach was crude and brash, but had the effect of making her want him to put his words into action. Dear God Almighty, he had ninety-nine percent of the power and control. If she could just retain the other one percent, at least she’d be able to keep a sliver of her self-respect. “I won’t beg.”

The arrogant bastard threw back his head and laughed—a booming laugh that stole that final one percent from her.

“Your memory’s real short, honey. You’ve already begged, and it was like music to my ears, and you’ll do it again and again, too. Whatever I command of you, whenever I command it, you’ll dance to my tune.”