Tied and True
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by Marie Harte
Description: When Lindsay hears Jared, the new office wunderkind, spouting rumors about her, she knows she'll do whatever it takes to nip the innuendo in the bud. She doesn't count on tying him up. Or on his revenge. Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: bondage.
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: September 2007
222 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [110 KB]
Reading time: 67-94 min.
Lindsay held her breath as the front door opened. It slammed, and a moment later footsteps sounded in what she thought was the kitchen. Another door opened, and a soda top popped. The refrigerator. Crap. It was nearly midnight. Would Hunt putter around the house? And ... oh, shit! Was he alone?
Straining, she thought she made out only one set of footsteps. He tread along the oak wood hallway with a measured stride and to her relief, passed by the spare room alone.
Lindsay exhaled slowly and waited while he moved around in his bedroom. He hummed under his breath, his deep voice making her itch to ... well, to do something she'd regret.
For the first time in a long time her libido responded to a man, and said man turned out to be as bad as the idiot twins. Just her luck. Her stretch of celibacy was growing not only tedious, but frustrating as well. Why else would she still hunger for a creep like Hunt when she knew he was no good?
The sound of running water jerked her out of her reverie, and Lindsay decided to make her move. She stepped out from behind the door and cursed under her breath when the shower suddenly stopped. The hall light flicked on and gave the spare room dim illumination. Glancing around in alarm, she raced for the only hiding spot in the room, the slatted closet doors across from the spare room's doorway.
Thankfully, the hinges made no noise, and the only neighbors she had in the roomy closet were a leather jacket and a trench coat that would see little wear here in the South.
Just in time, too. Through the slats she could see the vague outline of a darker shadow in the doorway. Lindsay froze like a deer in the headlights, more than grateful when he headed toward his computer instead of the closet. The desk the computer sat on was perpendicular to the closet, and she faced the side of the monitor. Thankfully, it was a high definition flat screen, so she could see what was on it from her angle. From her vantage, she'd be able to see Jared's profile and the material he viewed. Lindsay shivered, both from nerves and excitement. What the hell would she have said if he'd opened the closet door and found her there? Hi? Her adrenaline surged, and she wiped her hands together. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be a total waste after all.
He flicked on his desk light and computer monitor, and her mouth dropped open.
Jared Hunt stood before his desk without a stitch of clothing on that beautiful, streamlined frame. Corded muscles clenched and released as he bent low, his delineated abdomen making her mouth go dry. His arms were tight and larger than she'd thought, his biceps making her think he must lift weights, regularly. He turned away slightly, bringing attention to his thighs ... Lindsay couldn't breathe. Long and muscular, he looked like a runner or cycler. That ass looked as if it could bounce a quarter.
Jared shifted, and she couldn't blink. Holy hell! Jared Hunt had a penis both long and thick, and he was more than aroused. She should have taken her camera out of her bag and snapped a few digital pics, if for no other reason than to capture the memory of perfection. But she stood transfixed, unable to look away from such male beauty.
He finally sat, legs splayed, as he reached between his thighs and began stroking himself.
She couldn't believe it. A man like Jared Hunt jacked off by himself in the privacy of his house on a Friday night? Apparently, his date with Sara hadn't gone over well. But she knew a dozen women at work who would have taken Jared with open arms. Half as many had candidly propositioned him. So why was he here, now? Lindsay's breathing hitched, and she watched as he clicked through several files with one hand while he continued pleasuring himself with the other.
Despite the strangeness of the situation, she felt an answering need within her. Watching Hunt touch himself excited her, almost unbearably. Her nipples pressed against the cotton of her thin T-shirt, and she felt uncomfortably wet watching his hand sweep over his erection. And, God, what an erection it was. He was so thick. She could only imagine what he'd feel like inside her.
Stop it! Had she forgotten what she was doing here in the first place? And it would be beyond bad if he found her hiding in his closet.
"Lindsay," he murmured, and her gaze shot to the monitor. To her amazement, his hand increased its movement over his penis, rubbing faster as he stared at images of--her. She leaned closer to the closet door, amazed at the pictures on his computer screen.
Lindsay in a plum-colored cocktail dress she'd worn a month ago to a company function. Another picture of her in office casual, a slim skirt and matching top. Another shot of her coming out of the bank. The bank.
She could only stare, not only amazed, but confused. Hunt had made up lies about her at work, and he was apparently spying on her. She should have been completely turned off, not to mention scared. But she wasn't. Hunt, the man who'd figured prominently in her fantasies since she'd first laid eyes on him, fantasized about her.