STORY EXCERPT

Standing in the doorway to Flynn’s apartment, Jason was openmouthed with shock at what he saw. There was Maria, her wrists tied with a strip of red silk that had been thrown over the closet door, which had then been closed to keep her trapped in place with her arms over her head. She wore a gray suit coat and a white blouse, though both had been unbuttoned to expose the front of her body. The cups of her delicate white bra had been tugged beneath her bountiful breasts. On the floor near her feet was her skirt. Around her left ankle was a pair of blue bikini panties.

And leaning into Maria, completely naked, was his newest assistant, Flynn O’Connor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jason demanded.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Flynn shot back.

Unconsciously, Jason’s right hand balled into a fist. Maria may have said that their affair was over, and he had agreed to it—but he had no intentions of keeping his distance from her and every intention of changing her mind. Now, to see the young man fresh out of college tying her up and taking advantage of her was almost more than he could comprehend.

Only there was something about Maria that didn’t quite jibe with her being the victim of his assistant’s sexual attentions. The look in her eyes, though panicked, held that smoky quality that Jason had seen before. It was the way her eyes appeared right after she had enjoyed a thoroughly enervating, satisfying orgasm.

Maria closed her eyes, turned her face away from Jason, and muttered, “My life is a nightmare…”

Protective and possessive of Maria, a thousand instincts within Jason made him want to pummel Flynn mercilessly. Flynn was younger and probably stronger, but Jason outweighed him by twenty pounds. He had also kept himself in excellent shape, and the additional years had made him savvy in ways that Flynn’s youth wouldn’t be able to overcome.

Flynn stepped away from Maria. Jason saw that his cock was shining with her juices. It was obvious that he’d just had an orgasm, just as Jason knew that Maria had come, as well. That was the scream that he’d heard when he was in the hallway just outside the door. It had been a scream of orgasmic release. He had heard it many times in Italy.

“I ought to kick your ass,” Jason said through teeth clenched in anger.

“Go ahead and try, old man,” Flynn shot back, completely naked but ready for a fight.

Maria shouted, “Stop it, both of you! I swear, if either of you resorts to violence, neither of you will ever touch me again. I swear it. Never again.”

The absurdity of it all—he, Jason, being jealous and possessive of a woman—made him laugh softly. He wasn’t the jealous type. He just wasn’t. Or so he’d always thought.

“Better go put a robe on,” Jason said to Flynn. “I think we’ve got some talking to do.”

Maria said, “Will someone please set me free?”

Flynn reached for the doorknob of the closet, but Jason stopped him with a hand. “No, leave her like that for now. At least until we get some answers from her.”

As Flynn headed to his bedroom for a robe, Jason turned and looked at Maria. He’d never seen a woman looking so…fuckable. There was something intensely erotic about seeing her arms above her head, her wrists bound with what he now saw was a red necktie.

“Jason, this isn’t like what you think.” Maria’s voice was soft, and her cheeks were coloring with embarrassment. “I never ever meant for this to happen.”

“How long have you been fucking my assistant?” Jason asked. The hold he had on his self-control was brittle, anger and raw lust doing fierce battle with his composure. “Were you thinking of him while we were making love in Italy?”

Jason’s choice of words made him flinch. He had used the word “fucking” to describe Maria’s sex with Flynn but “making love” to describe what he and she had done in Italy. The difference was one hell of a lot more than just semantics.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Open your blouse a little more. I want to look at you.” And then, wisely turning the subject away from himself, he said, “The politicians will want to look at you.”

Maria did as she had been ordered. Her emerald-green eyes were filled with confusion and escalating desire as she whispered, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Because I can. Because I should have done this long ago. Because you’re the most erotic woman I’ve ever seen. Because if I don’t fuck you this very instant I’ll die. He wisely kept these thoughts unspoken.

Twenty feet separated Jason from Maria. It was enough distance for him to have a complete and unobstructed view of her voluptuous curves. His cock was growing swiftly, causing a steadily increasing bulge in his slacks. He stepped toward Maria.

Maria whispered in warning, “They’ll be here any minute.” It was the voice of a woman in a desperate battle with emotions she did not understand.

Jason put his hands on Maria’s shoulders, his blue eyes shining brightly as he stared down at her. His left hand moved upward to cup the back of her head while his right hand slipped downward over the luscious curve of her left breast. As she gasped at his boldness, he slanted his mouth down over hers, silencing any protest she might have put forward.

There was no hesitation on Jason’s part, nothing tentative or cautious. He kissed Maria fiercely from the very beginning, a determined man of prodigious carnal skill who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. For several seconds, Maria stood with her hands hanging at her sides, her mouth opening after being prodded by Jason’s questing tongue.

She shivered as he kissed her. Then, as she began swirling her tongue against Jason’s, she eased her arms around his middle, sliding her hands inside his suit coat until they were at the small of his back. The body beneath the hand-tailored cotton shirt was lean and solid with muscle.

Ten seconds after he tasted Maria’s mouth for the first time in his life, Jason’s cock had painfully reached full extension and was trapped inside slacks and underwear not designed to contain so many solid inches of unbending masculine flesh. Jason ate at Maria’s mouth, catching her lower lip between his teeth to bite her, skillfully adding a touch of pain to her pleasure, making her utter a high-pitched cry of surprise.

He released her head and put both hands over her breasts, pushing his palms firmly against the twin mounds. Maria stumbled backward and Jason followed her, continuing to hungrily kiss her as his fingers pressed deeper into the lush extravagance of her breasts.

It was the floor-to-ceiling plateglass window overlooking the water that stopped Maria’s stumbling retreat. Jason leaned into her, his hands burying even deeper into her breasts now that Maria was trapped. He pressed his pelvis against her, forcing the heiress to be intimately aware of his body’s response to her charms. When pressed against Maria, Jason’s cock pulsated painfully.

She wrenched her head to the side to end the kiss. Jason would not be thwarted. Through her white silk blouse and Bali bra he pinched her nipples with enough pressure that desire mingled with discomfort. He bared his teeth and bit Maria’s neck. Again she let out a startled squeal of protest.

“Jason, stop this!” Maria gasped.

He grabbed her chin and forcibly turned her head so he could again kiss the full-lipped mouth that held the promise of absolute satisfaction. The lust that had been ignited in Jason’s soul blazed even more intensely as Maria squirmed in his embrace, trying with some effort to end his commanding kiss.

An instant later, Jason thrust his hand up between Maria’s shapely thighs. With his mouth against hers, Jason swallowed her gasp of shock when he caressed her demandingly through her panties and panty hose. She caught his wrist and tried to wrestle his hand from between her thighs. Her resistance only heightened Jason’s ardor. He worked his hand back and forth, his caress bold and demanding.

Maria again turned her face aside to end the kiss. She whispered frantically, “Jason, don’t. We shouldn’t.”

Mumbling, “Fucking panty hose!” Jason dropped to one knee in front of Maria and thrust both hands up inside her skirt. Maria shrieked as his fingertips curled inside the waistband of her panty hose and an instant later jerked them down to the middle of her thighs.

Jason bolted to his feet, knocking Maria backward against the window. He kissed her mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips as his hand once again came up between silken thighs. When he touched her, Jason felt the heat of her pussy, felt the lubrication of her desire. His finger slipped smoothly between the passion-enflamed lips of her slit.

Maria cried out as the finger entered her. Her head banged loudly against the window. She tried to force the hand out from between her legs, but Jason was leaning into her, keeping her trapped between himself and the window.

Feverish seconds passed as Jason kissed Maria, his right hand a blur of motion between her thighs as a single finger, made slick by her juices, pumped between the delicate, pink lips of her pussy.

When Jason finally leaned away from Maria, her legs were so weak she nearly dropped to the thickly carpeted floor. He tore open his slacks, and his erection, fully engorged and magnificently long and thick, sprang out from his loins, at last freed from its cruel confines.

“Turn around,” Jason said.

Maria’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the cock that was pointed ominously at her.

Jason’s feverish desire made patience impossible. He grabbed Maria by the shoulders and forcibly twisted her around then jerked her skirt up over her hips to expose the pale globes of her ass. He held her with one hand as he guided the crown of his cock to her pussy with the other.