The prospect of getting caught while having sex is a powerful aphrodisiac for Logan Carlyle. He's viewed as the leader on the sales force, but in bed, he's a submissive all the way.
Hunter James is just as adventurous as Logan. He's lower in the sales ranks, but he's the top when it comes to his relationship with Logan.
When Logan's thrill-seeking desires create chaos with their careers and severs their relationship, Madame Evangeline's expertise is required.
Logan Carlyle lubed the anal plug, then braced against the narrow stall’s wall while easing the flared toy between his ass cheeks. Perspiration dotted his forehead. His dick reacted instantly. He clenched his jaw tight to swallow a groan. That feels so…damn…good.
When he felt more in control, he pulled up his underwear and fiddled with the fabric to ensure his snug briefs would hold his little toy in place while he walked back to his office. His belt buckle jingled softly as he drew his expensive slacks over his thighs. While washing his hands, he mumbled a few mindless comments to another colleague at the sinks.
But all he could really think about was the hot sex he’d be having within the hour.
The plug created fantastic friction against his prostate, arousing Logan more with every step he took. Hiding his erection while he walked through the busy hallways was always a challenge. A delicious one he looked forward to.
A colleague from marketing stopped him in the hallway. “Do you think Kespers is going to accept another million pounds of Bis-A this year?”
“Cold day in hell, I think.” He answered her with complete aplomb, while his mind did cartwheels over the erotic secret hidden between his ass cheeks.
He closed his office door and hung his suit coat on the hanger. His cock pressed tight against his zipper, and he hoped his lover, Hunter, wouldn’t be delayed. In fifteen minutes, the building would clear out for the day. By then, anticipation would be driving Logan into a sexual frenzy. He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the pressure in his crotch, but all that accomplished was delivering a zip of pleasure to his ass.
The ticking clock was as torturous to his nerves as a dripping faucet. He wanted to rip the noisy timepiece off the wall and tear the batteries out. He answered a few benign e-mails and waited. Impatiently.
A soft knock on the door made his stomach lurch.
He glanced at the time. Perfect. He cleared his throat, intending to sound as authoritative as possible. “Come in.”
About the Author:
Margie Church writes erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense Angst Seductive Sizzle). She has a degree in writing and editing and has been a professional writer, editor, and journalist for over 25 years. If you enjoy books you can't put down, read one of hers.
Margie lives in Minnesota, is married, and has two children. Some of her passions are music, flower gardening, biking, walking on moonlit nights, nature, and making people laugh. She also writes children's books under the pen name, Margaret Rose.