Ben Montgomery wasn’t a man who easily lost control, but he didn’t have the patience to continue this game. The past several weeks of finding enticing clues and anonymous notes had forced him to come here tonight and finally meet the woman who’d been making his dick hard with want at every Board meeting, at every client luncheon, at every date with another woman.
Every time he thought of the tiny slips of panties she’d left on his desk, the scent of her sweet pussy still lingering in the string lining. Every time he reread the naughty notes and smelled the red roses…
Enough was enough. No more games.
He was the new junior partner at Moody Advertising Agency and he didn’t have time for distractions, not if he wanted to impress the senior partners, especially Ned Bellows. That son-of-a-bitch seemed to already have it out for him.
At least now Ben had a chance to end this. Mystery Woman told him to meet her at this damn party and said she’d be wearing a “Bo Peep” costume with a bejeweled mask.
Well, here he was, reduced to playing her game. As far as he was concerned, Bo Peep was going to make good on all the teasing…
Right after he found out her identity.
Holding her close, he gazed into caramel colored eyes. Eyes he’d sworn he’d seen before, along with the long locks of dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Only the bejeweled three-quarter mask she wore kept him from placing her.
Who was she?
“Tell me your name.” Ben glared at a man passing by who was showing way too much interest in his mystery date’s long slender legs. Legs clad in white thigh-highs and sparkly blue stilettos. When Ben had seen her from across the ballroom, he’d had the same awestruck reaction. There was no doubt Bo Peep had a nice, curvy figure. Only, he didn’t appreciate other men noticing that little fact. Not when he was on a mission.
Go sniff out someone else, chump. This one’s mine.
At least for the night.
“Not so fast,” she said, clearly out of breath. Her ample breasts rose and fell against his chest. Her gaze darted around the crowded room. “Why don’t we go somewhere private to talk?”
“Talk? Honey, I didn’t come here tonight to talk. And all your provocative little memos tell me you don’t have a tête-à-tête on your mind either.”
If she really craved the taste of his cock in her mouth, like she’d written in her last message, that’s exactly what she’d get. Weeks of being teased had made him hard as steel and grumpy as an ogre. He had plans with this woman and he was determined to fulfill them if it took all night.
“You make a valid point.” She gave him a wicked grin, her glossy pink lips curving upward, revealing adorable dimples on each cheek.
Another surge of blood flooded downward. Fuck, since when did dimples make his cock throb? Yet the unexpected feature only seemed to be an added bonus to his daydream-come-to-life.
With his hand on her lower back he pressed her belly against his erection, showing her exactly what she was doing to him. “Go on.”
She drew in a breath and swallowed. “Let’s head upstairs. There’s a private room waiting for us.”
“Now you’re making more sense.” He loosened his hold on her but kept his hand splayed on her waist. “Show me the way, honey.”
He walked close behind her, hopefully hiding his erection from the rest of the party guests. All around them he noticed familiar faces. Coworkers. City officials. Clients. Neighbors.
Senior partners. Shit.
Ben ducked his head.
Thankfully they didn’t seem to recognize him underneath his mask and costume, or at least they didn’t let on. Peep’s suggestion that he wear the ridiculous get-up made more sense now.
And, he had to admit, the game was becoming a lot more intriguing.
He followed her up winding stairs, feeling the sway of her hips under his grip. Her short, ruffled skirt barely covered her ass cheeks as she took one step at a time. Ben assessed the view with full appreciation, remembering one of the more lascivious messages she’d left him.
Yep, he had a lot of plans for this woman.
Lia Slater – Erotic Romance with Heart-pounding EmotionWereSlave
Book 1 in Were Legends series (Mace's story)
As the Queen of Paqualette, Nayla is forbidden to have a husband or a human lover. Her life is a lonely and disciplined existence, so when she’s given the opportunity to choose a Were from her dungeon as her sex slave, she takes a chance. Werewolves are nothing but senseless monsters, she knows from firsthand experience. But after the one she selects to be her WereSlave turns out to be more of a man than she’d ever known, she must question her beliefs.
As the alpha leader, Mace is responsible for his pack. He’ll do anything to keep them alive, even give into the Queen’s sexual demands. But not unless he’s in control. Turning his enticing captor into the submissive is the only way to show her he’s more man than she realizes. Falling in love with Nayla is out of the question, but will he be able to leave her behind when his pack is finally free?