You read that right. I love Sundays; they’re lazy days around my household, perfect for sleeping late, then lounging in boxers and wife-beaters while sipping coffee, cuddling with pets, eating whatever we damn well please…and then working it off with a little afternoon delight. 😉 In my bid to make Sunday the sexiest day of the week, I’m offering one fully fleshed-out (pun definitely intended) sex scene each week, from both my books and the amazing books of my author friends. Just try to read these and not ravage the nearest available body.
The first Sex on Sunday post features, fittingly enough, a scene from my very first book, His Right Hand, a contemporary erotic romance novella, featuring the sexually inept Mike, and his, um…devoted assistant. A short blurb:
Mike Jasper is a great catch on paper, but according to his dissatisfied exes, he’s sorely lacking in the bedroom. Desperate for help, he turns to his longtime right-hand woman, Ellen. To Jasper’s surprise, she’s hiding a hot & horny vixen beneath those business suits, and his office quickly becomes a pleasure den. He’s learning more than he ever dreamed possible under Ellen’s titillating tutelage…including lessons in love.
Excerpt: His Right Hand
(NOTE: The following content is intended for mature audiences only.)
“Mr. Jasper, I’m not the right person to assist you.”
“Why not? You assist me with everything else. Are you dating someone?”
“No—”
“Do you find me repugnant?”
“Of course not. I—”
“Any religious objections I’m not aware of?”
“Mr. Jasper—”
“Ellen…please? We’ve worked together forever and you’re not likely to get emotionally entangled or spill my bedroom habits to the whole office. You’re smart, sensible, attractive and I trust you implicitly. From all accounts, I’m doing something wrong and I need help.”
Then he went for the jugular. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone.”
That did it. He could practically see the wind leaving her sails.
“Jesus,” she muttered. “I can’t believe I’m contemplating this.”
Jasper held his breath, too afraid to speak. Then he gave her what he hoped was his most pathetic, beseeching look and waited.
“Fine,” she said, standing and moving around the desk to stand in front of him. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“What?” Jasper asked, shocked. He swiveled in his oversized, ridiculously expensive executive chair, staring up at his assistant. He swallowed hard, his hands going slick and his heart suddenly beating like a jackrabbit on speed. He might wonder about his reaction later; after all…he’d asked for this very thing.
But this was Ellen standing before him, a determined look in her eye, and it was all he could do to keep shoving oxygen into his body as he tried to reconcile the vixen standing before him with the all-business broad he’d worked with for the last decade.
She released her hair from its ponytail, shaking her head to let the long tresses tumble over her shoulders and shine in the sunlight flowing through the wall of windows to Jasper’s right. She was sultry, sexy…and he did want to fuck her. Hard.
“You want my help, so let’s get to it. Show me your technique,” she said matter-of-factly.
Okay, so maybe sultry, sexy and still all business.
Jasper started to laugh. He couldn’t help it. This was insane!
His laughter died when she stepped between his thighs, grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on her ass.
“Seriously?” he sputtered. “You want me to seduce you in my office?”
“No time like the present,” she responded. “And no seduction necessary.” Placing her left hand on his chair, she bent slightly to cup his crotch, massaging lightly. His cock instantly rose to the challenge, always ready, as usual.
“Fine,” he retorted, squeezing a handful of ass in each palm. Nice. Firm but fleshy. Not bony—thank God—but far from full-on badonkadonk. Did the kids still say badonkadonk? Anyway, he’d never been given so much as a glimpse of her ass before, nor felt at liberty to take one. Those power suits could be intimidating. Just like the lady wearing them.
He squeezed her flesh once more before sliding his hands down her legs then back up, bringing the skirt of her dress up with them. He hooked the elastic of her panties with two fingers and whisked them down.
Ellen smirked but said nothing as she stepped out of her panties willingly enough, still stroking his crotch.
Feeling as if he was somehow fucking this up, like he had something to prove, Jasper stood and moved both of them over a step, lifting her effortlessly and placing her ass on the desk. He eased himself between her thighs before pulling her groin tight to his.
She smirked again.
Jesus! He grasped her head, spearing his fingers into her hair, and bent to kiss her. If for no other reason than to avoid seeing that smirk again.
The kiss was tentative, light brushes of his mouth against hers. Normally he’d dive right in, tongue at the ready, but those smirks, her lack of response…her utter silence was messing with his head. But she returned the kiss, her lips soft, which surprised him for some reason. When she was on a roll, she could curse like a sailor. And she’d verbally sparred with some of the most intimidating CEOs in the country during the course of various business meetings. Shit, half the time, he just sat back and let her do all the talking. She knew the ins and outs of the company almost better than he did, and she watched after its interests as if they were her own.
But now that sharp mouth was pliant—dare he say bored? Could a mouth be bored? He deepened the kiss slightly, barely licking the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth to give him entrance. His tongue stroked hers leisurely, lazily, and that, along with the feel of her hand once more on his crotch, stroking just as slowly, was bitch-slapping his insecurities into submission and getting him excited. Fast.
Jasper ran a hand up her thigh, wasting no time before plunging a finger inside her pussy. She gasped at the sudden invasion but didn’t stop stroking his dick, faster now.
Hot. Christ, so hot! Jasper’s finger pumped inside Ellen’s cunt, his mind blanking in the face of the heat, the slippery wetness, the muscles clenching. This was his assistant! And she was blazing.
He couldn’t wait. He had to feel that on his dick.
Without breaking the rhythm of his finger, he pulled the shallow center drawer of his desk all the way out, fumbling in the back for his stash of office condoms—hey, he was a guy. Always prepared. Feeling the slick foil package, he yanked it out, withdrew his finger from between Ellen’s legs, swatted her hand away from his crotch…
Then unzipped, sheathed, grabbed and thrust.
In literally seconds his cock was inside his assistant’s scorching pussy, his hands clenching her hips.
Holy. Fuck.
He remained still for just seconds, long enough for Ellen to recline back on her elbows. If a gun were held to his head, he couldn’t have said if she’d gasped or swore or shouted when he’d entered her. He was swimming in blissful ignorance the second he entered her, every brain cell focused on the feel of his painfully hard cock wrapped in the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy he’d ever experienced.
Jasper released her hips and grabbed her legs, lifting them to grasp a toned calf in each hand. Then plunged.
Over and over and over.
He barely noticed Ellen fall to her back and hang on to one edge of the desk for dear life. His dick was on fire and she was squeezing him so tightly. He could only pound inside her, faster, faster, the smell of sex heady, the sound of each slap of his groin against hers and the accompanying sucking sound as he pistoned in and out nearly making him lose his mind.
A few more brutal thrusts and he was done for. He threw his head back, grinding their groins together, and came with several hard, punishing jerks of his hips.
He collapsed forward with one last involuntary thrust of his cock, breath shuttering, elbows flanking Ellen’s torso.
Several seconds later, the fog having left his brain, he smiled, completely stunned he’d just had some of the hottest sex of his life in his office, on his desk…
With his efficient assistant.
He looked up, grin still in place, and glanced at her flushed face shining with a slight sheen of sweat. “So? How’d I do?”
“Seriously?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
That’s when he noted for the first time—Ellen was most definitely not smiling.
He stilled, suddenly even more nervous than he’d been when fumbling his way through his first lay in the back of his dad’s limo on prom night, during his junior year of high school.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “Of course ‘seriously’. How was it?”
She looked at him like he was the world’s biggest blockhead. “Fucking awful, Jasper, that’s how it was.”
His cock instantly shriveled and practically leaped out of her body. He stood up and stepped back, limp dick hanging out of his pants, condom sagging off the end. He stared dumbly as she sat up, jumped off the desk and donned her panties.
Her silence was unbearable.
“What did I do?” he blurted, not able to take it any longer.
“You did nothing.”
“So…what the hell’s the problem?”
She rolled her eyes, which was somehow no less cutting than her smirk. “That is the problem, Mr. Jasper. You did nothing for me. Didn’t touch my clit, didn’t suck my tits, didn’t offer oral or even give me so much as a kiss on the neck—which is an erogenous zone on most women, by the way.” She shook her head in what could only be described as disgust.
Shame Kung Fu’ed embarrassment to be the first emotion flooding his body. The hottest sex of his life had been her worst. He was mortified. And he definitely didn’t care for the “Mr. Jasper” after such an intimate moment.
Intimate? Great. Ten minutes and she’s turning me into a pussy. I’ll be talking about my feelings next. He stared at the woman he’d thought pretty hot not five minutes ago but who was obviously a heartless ball breaker, determined to make him feel like the biggest schmuck in the world.
She rounded the desk and grabbed her iPad as she continued, “In short, you didn’t get me ready, Mr. Jasper. Or turned-on. A few kisses, a second of finger fucking then you whipped it out and chased your own orgasm. I didn’t come—and you didn’t even notice, did you? So focused on your dick and getting your rocks off and breaking the orgasm land-speed record.” She shook her head again, looking at him with pity in her gaze.
Jasper averted his stare, not able to look at her in his guilt. He surreptitiously tossed the condom in the small wastebasket behind his desk and tucked his pacified—and yes, okay, terrified—dick back into his pants. “So you’ve changed your mind. I certainly don’t blame you, after that,” he said, still not looking up.
“On the contrary,” she said, and he finally met her gaze. “I think you need all the help you can get. I’ll be doing womankind a favor.”
He was shocked. Again. Seemed to be his new permanent state lately. His mouth was hanging open for what must have been the fiftieth time that afternoon. “You’ll still help me?” His surprise and happiness reached puppy-for-Christmas level. “Great! Thank you! When do we start?”
She walked to the door and paused before looking back at him over her shoulder.
“When I say we do,” she replied. And walked out.
His Right Hand is available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Kobo
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