‘Surprise and Merry Christmas!’ ^_^
Yes. I thought about waiting a little longer before telling you about this and releasing the story, but why? Why do such a crazy, crazy thing?
So…. I use this post to announce the upcoming release of the fifth and penulitmate story in the Meeting Each Other series: Simone & Mr Bradford.
Here is the blurb:
Doubting oneself is a part of life but Simone isn’t used to feeling unattractive. Back at work after the weekend’s unsuccessful attempts to pull, Simone looks for ways to give vent to her sexual frustrations and remind herself that she is attractive enough to fuck.
Enter Mr Amos Bradford: MD and resident miserable bastard.
Caught out in the stationery cupboard, Simone now has the chance to kill two birds with one stone, an opportunity for which she is grateful, except for three minor details. Mr Bradford is her boss. Mr Bradford is married. And Mr Bradford is (much) older than her usual conquests…
Here is the super smexxy cover:
And hereeeeeeeeeeeeeere is an excerpt:
‘Tell Dianne I’ll call her back later.’ Bradford bent to retrieve his pen. He seemed not to notice the tension in the room as he beckoned Simone closer.
She hurried around the desk, as if placing a physical object between herself and the other woman might prevent further embarrassment.
The moment she stood still, a firm hand grasped the back of her knee and slid up beneath her skirt.
Simone froze. She glanced down but Bradford’s eyes were focused on his secretary, his smile steady and innocent.
He’s touching me. Fuck, he’s totally copping a feel.
‘Anything else, Mel? I’m busy.’
His hand teased higher, one finger tracing lazy spirals on the back of her thigh. Higher.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
‘No, I’ve got it. Thanks, Amos.’ Mel gave him a lingering look before leaving. The door clicked shut.
Simone remained frozen. Her skin tingled beneath Bradford’s confident, roaming hand which now switched back and forth between her trembling thighs.
‘Sir . . . ?’
He cut her off by squeezing the flesh beneath the line of her damp knickers. ‘You did great work with that customer, Miss Daye. Simone.’ His fingernails scraped her sensitive skin.
She shuddered and locked her knees. ‘Thanks.’
‘Our figures would be even worse if we had to fork out £20,000 on top of the other issues. You’ve saved us a lot of money.’
‘Just doing my job.’ Her words rasped over a tongue as dry as paper. She licked her lips. It didn’t help. Her mind, her attention, everything focused on the teasing tickle of his finger. Warm. Smooth. Firm. Most of all, confident, as if she were a car or golf club he considered buying.
‘Good.’ His fingers touched her knickers and stopped. He stroked the gusset then pressed inward. Her damp slit parted easily to let his finger through, grinding the fabric against her most delicate areas.
Sweet Jesus that feels good.
As if sensing her thoughts he smiled. ‘What happened here?’
She couldn’t think straight. His finger worked a familiar, dangerous magic, switching between soft and firm pressure.
‘I spilt some coffee.’
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. This is my favourite of the series so far. Next month I’ll talk more about what I’m planning to do following the end of the series; as there is only one more story to go. Woooo-bi-hoooo!
Next week, back to my usual programming. 😉