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Now I turn the spotlight on my smart and sexy book — Indecent Proposal
Everyone loves a smart heroine, and PR Manager Carlin Cates is just that…a hard-working, self-confident professional. But where would we be without our flaws? Divorced, overworked and dependent on caffeine ritual and antidepressant medication, Carlin’s desperate for a little attention, but would never admit it to anyone, even herself. While accepting extra demands on her time by her boss, her workaholic environment turns sideways with the appearance of Thatcher Banks, the hottest Project Manager in the business. Helping him out becomes more than her job, it just might be an obsession! LAS Reviews had this to say about Indecent Proposal:
At five-thirty, dusk had not quite descended, but the cloud cover and wind had increased since midday. Miniature dust storms swirled in the parking lot of the Fireside Grill as Carlin pulled up and made her way to the entrance. The outdoor temperature had dropped considerably.
“Reservation for Cox?” she asked. The hostess nodded and led her to the dining area where Ray and several others were already seated.
Raymond waved. She smiled and approached the table. An open seat beckoned next to Ray, but her eyes focused on the opposite side of the table. Thatcher sat across from her boss, already flanked by two other office personnel. She stared openly at the entourage… The executive assistant Marcia, and the office manager Angela, occupied the seats on either side of Thatcher. He returned her gaze, and with a slight tilt of his red-blond head, telegraphed his position of helplessness in the matter.
Snooze you lose, Carlin thought. Served her right for taking too long in the lingerie department. Really. Couldn’t he have at least held a chair open for her? Something didn’t seem right, and her stomach did a backflip. She didn’t even feel hungry now. She took the seat next to Raymond, and the server appeared at her elbow. “I’ll have a Scotch, neat.”
Ordering a Chicken Caesar salad, she watched as Thatcher gave his request to the server, in turn with Marcia and Angela, their delight at sitting next to the star performer undisguised. She downed the last of her scotch; she’d never hated two women more than she did right now. Carlin dove into her salad when it arrived, purposely keeping her focus on her plate.
Office banter ensued down the length of the table, but it floated into her left ear and out her right with equal ease. Instead, she periodically stole glances at Banks. Each time, his sweet brown eyes met hers with a knowing look, though he said not a word. As the dinner plates cleared, Thatcher made a casual but deliberate noise with his silverware. Carlin looked up. Locking eyes with her for a moment, he switched his gaze to Raymond. “A fine dinner, Ray. Thanks so much for hosting it.”
“My pleasure. Anyone for dessert?”
“Not for me, thanks.” Thatcher replied. “Excuse me.” As he rose, he shot Carlin a serious stare, his irises darting sideways for a split second, in the direction of the washrooms.
Though resentment sizzled beneath every square inch of her skin, she tipped her chin in acknowledgment. Waiting a moment after his departure, she folded her napkin atop her plate.
“I’ll pass on dessert, thanks. Great dinner, Ray.”
She pushed her chair away and exited the group. Oh, what she’d say to the flavor-of-the-day man when she cornered him by the washrooms! She spotted him leaning against the wall next to the men’s room, apparently anticipating her arrival.
“I’m terribly sorry, Carlin. They rather swooped in on me, and it would have looked suspicious holding a seat for you. You look wonderful, by the way.”
Carlin moved in close to him, keeping her voice low. “Flattery will get you nowhere. How do you think that makes me feel, watching those two bimbos batting their eyes at you? After what we just did?”
Thatcher’s shark-white smile crept across his handsome face. “Why, Miss Cates, are you jealous? There’s no call for that.” He pulled her even closer, so that her tits brushed against him. “You’re the one who turns me on.”
Carlin felt a familiar blush start in her face and burn its way downward. “You turn me on, too. So what are we going to do about that?” she asked.
Wordlessly, Thatcher pressed her hand against his cock, where it strained beneath his jeans once again. She gave it a squeeze. His eyebrows quirked upward in a villainous gesture, then he maneuvered them both into the men’s room.
Carlin giggled, her eyes sweeping the room for other occupants while he twirled her into the nearest stall. Slipping the latch closed, he braced her against the door and reached for the buttons on her blouse.
“Here’s my dessert. I’ve been dying to suck on these all day,” he whispered, twisting the buttons open one by one.
She breathed hard as he pushed her bra aside and released her throbbing breasts from their bounds. He bent his head down and took one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other. Carlin leaned her head back in ecstasy as his lips explored her breast, alternately licking, sucking, and biting with those too-perfect teeth. He made a tiny smacking noise, reminiscent of a kiss, as he released one breast and moved to the other.
Cool air on wet flesh turned her nipple to stone and she shuddered with arousal. She found herself moaning in surrender to his manipulations. When both breasts had been thoroughly sucked, Thatcher raised his head and tipped her face down to eye level. “Now, how about your dessert? Do you have room?”
Carlin’s blue eyes met his golden brown ones. “I think I could do with some now,” she answered. She slid to her knees as Thatcher undid his belt buckle and fly. He pulled out his stiffened cock, then laid his hands flat against the door, waiting for Carlin to do whatever came naturally.
Just as in her fantasy of earlier that morning, her lips encircled his cock and sucked it against the roof of her mouth in strong, rhythmic pulses. She swirled her tongue around the head and licked the tangy, thick droplets of pre-cum from his slit before going down on him full bore. She fucked him with her mouth, glazing the hardening sides of his shaft with saliva as she moved up and down its length.
“Aah, Miss Cates, you do perform excellent work,” she heard him gasp, a hint of laughter in his voice.
She continued her ministrations until a shrill ringtone sounded from Thatcher’s pocket. Startled, she pulled her lips away. Exhaling sharply, Thatcher reached for his cell phone and silenced the alert. His expression looked troubled as he read the screen.
“My God,” he said. “I am so sorry, Carlin. I have to leave. Now.”
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