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by Jenna Byrnes
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Julia Brown isn't looking forward to Christmas. The clandestine relationship she's been involved in for two years has come to a screeching halt. She's faced with the prospect of a lonely holiday, and the worry that she doesn't have enough money for her son's gifts. Victor Morgan, a partner in the law firm Julia works for, is the last complication she needs in her life. He's arrogant, presumptuous, and the most gorgeous man she's ever seen. When he comes to her aid she's surprised, and even more stunned to discover how susceptible she is to his charm. Struggling to get in the Christmas spirit, Julia is cheered by a secret Santa in her office, and a series of events that show her what the season is truly all about.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: January 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [112 KB]
Reading time: 67-94 min.
"Julia!" David Winston stepped into his outer office and snapped angrily, "Did you get the Johnson files set up on the computer?"
Julia Brown's face flushed as all eyes turned on her. "Almost, Mr. Winston," she replied, wishing she could crawl into a hole and die.
"How am I supposed to work with almost?" He sneered. "I need that case entered now. Bring the files and come in here, on the double, or you'll be working late tonight." He turned on his heel and marched back into his private office, slamming the door between the two rooms loudly.
Julia looked towards the ceiling and took a deep, shuddering breath. Exhaling upwards so her dark bangs fluttered, she sighed. She hated when her employer snapped at her in front of other people that way. After two years, she wished he could come up with a more civilised way to get what he wanted.
Standing and gathering her paperwork, she headed into his office.
"He can't make you work late," her co-worker Stella muttered in hushed tones.
"Oh, he'll try."
She opened the office door and heard her boss bellow, "Stella! Hold my calls!"
"Yes, Mr. Winston," Stella called back and made a face at Julia.
Julia entered the plush office, closing the door behind her.
"Lock it," he demanded.
She did and went to his desk, depositing her armload of files on its immaculate surface.
He stepped up behind her, pressing himself into her ass firmly. Julia felt his erection, hot as steel even through their clothes. She gripped the desk to steady herself and said softly, "Do you have to embarrass me in front of everyone like that? They all think I'm an air-headed moron who never gets her work done."
He brushed Julia's long brown hair from her neck and leaned in to plant a kiss there. "No, they think I'm a ruthless bastard who rides you too hard." Cupping her breast through her prim grey business suit, he chuckled. "They'd never believe how hard I actually do ride you."
Julia groaned and leaned back into him. She reached for the buttons on her suit and opened them to his caresses. "You're cruel," she murmured, and shivered when he tweaked her nipple roughly.
"Just the way you like it, baby." He yanked her jacket and blouse off quickly, tossing them aside. The lacy, black brassiere she wore unsnapped in front, and he disposed of it with one flick of his hand. Unzipping her skirt, he slid it slowly down her hips. A black lace thong was the last thing she had on, and he ran a finger under the elastic.
Julia had stopped wearing panty hose a long time ago, after he tore through most of those she owned. Now she kept her long legs tanned and no one seemed to notice the lack of hosiery. David especially liked it and slid his hand between her thighs every chance he got.
"Did you shave like I asked you to?" He ran one finger through her slick folds, pausing to manually examine her carefully manicured thatch of hair.
"Yes, sir," Julia replied, still arching her back. Her nipples felt raw and sore as he plucked at them, but she knew he'd move on soon enough.
True to form, he released her breasts and dropped to his knees behind her. Biting the band of her thong, he tugged the underwear over her ass cheeks and pushed them down to her ankles. "Step out," he instructed, and she did.
He pressed her forward against his desk and Julia bent at the waist. She felt David's hot breath on her lower back and then his tongue, licking his way down her crack. When it circled her puckering hole, she gasped, and he slapped her ass.
"Quiet!" he commanded, and she bit her lip.
He never allowed her to make noise. She understood it would be awful if their relationship was discovered. David Winston was a well-respected partner in the huge law firm where they worked, and a family man as well.
He complained that his wife didn't understand him. Their marriage was cold. Julia didn't know about that, but she couldn't imagine anything cold when they were alone like this. Sex with David was scorching.
She put up with the fact that everything was always on his terms. That was part of the excitement, she told herself. But when she was close--very close to an orgasm so exquisite she could almost taste it--there were times she just wanted to cry out. She longed to make love somewhere private, so she could release her inner self and go wild. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible.
She gasped again as his tongue teased her anus. Licking his way around the tight rosebud, he dipped in lightly before spreading her wide open and moving his mouth to her clit.
"You taste so good," he murmured, flicking the taut nub rapidly with his tongue. Before Julia could respond, he whirled her around to face him, pushing her ass against the edge of his desk. He spread her legs again and buried his face in her pussy. "So fucking hot," he panted, adeptly working his tongue inside her.
"You're so good at that," Julia whispered huskily, desperately, and pressed her hot box into his face. "Your tongue feels a foot long."
He chuckled, slurping her juices and nipping at her folds of skin. Wetting a finger with her slick juices, he slid it into her ass and then forced a second digit in. Slowly working them in and out, he added two fingers to her sopping pussy.
"Faster," she whispered, on the edge of a glorious climax.
He raised his head and stopped his hand. "You promise me you're going to be quiet or I'll quit right now."
"I promise!" she mouthed frantically. "Please don't stop!"
His evil chuckle was soft and low. "Beg me for it, baby."
Julia watched him, his face covered with her sticky juices but his eyes cold and deadly serious. "You told me to be quiet," she said simply.
"Fine." He jerked his hand away and his fingers popped out of her body abruptly. "Ready to get back to work, then?" He stood up.
"David!" Julia whispered, distraught.
His eyes sharpened. "What was that?"
She lowered her gaze to the floor. "Mr. Winston."
"Yes, Julia?" He asked like a teacher reprimanding a child.
Her body ached for completion. She hated what she had to do to get it, but the orgasm was worth it. Raising her eyes to his, she whispered "Please, Mr. Winston. May I come? I really want to come."