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"I promise. I'll get you to your hotel, safe and sound."

She stared into his eyes, mesmerized, then she nodded.

He smiled and took her hand, then led her into the alley. A cat darted  in front of them, startling her. She drew close to him, clutching his  arm. The feel of her warm, soft body pressed to his side sent his  hormones to alert status, but he ignored that and slipped his arm around  her protectively, drawing her close. It didn't help that he kept  remembering when her gaze had dropped to his crotch with obvious  interest after he'd told her about his name. He was glad she didn't know  that he actually got the name because his fellow bikers had caught him  reading Ripley's Believe It or Not one day.

She took another step, but then stopped. "There's another problem."

"What's that?"

"Well, I'm basically barefoot, and I have no idea what might be on the ground ahead."

"Right. I'm pretty sure I saw broken glass near where I parked the bike."

"I could hobble along with my broken-Oh!"

He scooped her up into his arms and she slid her hands around his shoulders.



Oh, God, Hayley felt so tiny and light in this big man's arms. She could  stay here all day, lulled in his embrace. As he walked, the gentle  rocking of his body soothed her.

"We're here."

Her eyelids popped open. Had she really dozed off? The combination of  white wine spritzers, a long flight in, and staying up way too late last  night finishing up work, since she was taking an extra long weekend,  was knocking her on her butt.

She glanced toward a big, powerful looking motorcycle parked close to  the brick wall. It was black and intimidating, adorned with a blazing  red and orange flame. It had shiny chrome wheels and a big, black  leather seat.

"It's nice," she said as he carried her toward it.

"Nice?" He chuckled and set her on her feet beside it. "Maybe big. Dangerous. Powerful." He grinned. "But nice?"

Oh, God, he was big and dangerous and powerful. Everything she dreamed  of when she thought about her wildest fantasies coming true. And here he  was, smiling down at her. She already missed his strong arms around  her.

She gazed into his midnight blue eyes. "I like big, dangerous and  powerful." She stepped closer and flattened her hand on his hard,  muscular chest. The feel of rock-solid, sculpted muscles under the thin  fabric of his T-shirt set her heart thumping. "Like you."

She dropped her shoes and purse, and slid her hands over his shoulders  then stroked his raspy cheek. His eyes simmered with heat as she tipped  up her face, then drew him toward her. His mouth brushed hers lightly,  and she flicked her tongue against his lips and slid timidly inside. He  growled and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling  her tighter to his hard body, then gliding his tongue deep into her  mouth.

She melted against him, heat simmering through her. But then he drew back.

"This isn't a good idea."

She blinked at his words. He was rejecting her?

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"It's not that."

Feeling bolder than she ever had, and determined not to let this  opportunity slip away, she grasped his hand and drew it to her chest,  then placed it over her aching breast. Her nipple hardened, pushing into  his palm.

His dark eyes glowed like a blazing fire, glittering with sparks.

In a sudden movement, she felt herself pushed back against the building.  Her breath caught as his big, solid body crushed her tight to the cold  brick wall.

Oh, God, had she made a mistake? He was so big and intimidating, and  right now, he looked determined and …  almost feral. He pivoted his hips  forward and she could feel a hard bulge against her stomach, proof that  he was aroused by her. Anxiety spiked through her, and a little fear,  but right alongside those feelings was a wild surge of excitement.

He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, then held them  tight, his striking midnight eyes locked on hers. She could feel the  erratic pounding of her blood pumping through her veins.

She had never felt so alive.

God, she wanted him to take her. Right here. Right now.





The Office Slave

by Opal Carew

Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life …

Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed  a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of  four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did  she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until  her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an  office slave …  to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the  reality, can she actually go through with it??

Excerpt

Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed  the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at  the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end  and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did.  Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business,  programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also,  Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of  the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from  college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.

The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit,  his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled  when he smiled at her.

"Are you Sylvia?"

She nodded.

He pulled the door open. "Please come in."

She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an  open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several  doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to  the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a  curved arch around the window.

"I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."

She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man  was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.

"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.

"No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."         

     



 

She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin  in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her  clothes, then …  other things. She'd been looking forward to this fantasy  for over a week-ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up,  and that it would be acted out by some of Cal's ex-stripper friends-but  now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.

This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones  humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy.  Along his three partners, too?

Don't freak out now. This is your fantasy!

Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what  you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of  a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return  for not prosecuting him."

Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after  reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly  like that made her feel brash and …  well, maybe a little slutty. And …   maybe she was being …  uh … brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out  their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn't she?

And when she'd become enamored of the fantasy, she'd never, ever dreamed  she'd live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the  opportunity, she really didn't want to walk away.

"So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but … "-he  shrugged-"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin  and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn't making fun of her, but he  was teasing her.

"Well, he did do you wrong."

"True. But then we're distracted by a beautiful woman."

Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."

He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we're ready to proceed. The  others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word  is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we're into our roles.  Okay?"

"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.

They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her  hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush  of his lips.

"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he  gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then  leaned back in his chair.

"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.

The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike's and sat  down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a  wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue  jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway,  and Sylvia's breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade  she'd seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting  better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd  spoken with at the door.