This time, he has me tied down, wrists and legs. Not tightly enough to hurt but enough that I can’t move. A blindfold covers my eyes and I can’t see a thing. But I can hear him breathing, feel the warm tickle of it against my skin. The bedding underneath me is silky and soft against my naked body.
“Lynn,” he whispers, “I’m going to touch you, just how you like it.”
The mere sound of his voice sends ripples of pleasure through my whole body. He knows just what I want and he’s willing to do it all, even though I’m in his power. My pussy is throbbing and I can feel that it’s already getting really wet—
The loud click of the ladies’ room door made Lynn’s heart jump. She lifted the pen from her journal and closed it. Work wasn’t exactly the best time to be writing down her sexual fantasies, but the inspiration had hit just at ten o’clock and well, writing about the fantasy man who brought her body to the ultimate heights of bliss was a hell of a lot more interesting than writing monthly reports for the control freak stockbroker she worked for. Well, one of the stockbrokers she worked for. Sandra was a control freak. Takeshi was actually quite pleasant. He didn’t ask for monthly reports to be sent to his clients when they were already receiving statements that showed all their holdings and activity. Takeshi actually called them all personally once a month to follow up on them whether they had a small amount of money with him or not.
And wow, she was actually spending a great deal of mental energy comparing Takeshi to Sandra this morning.
She sighed and stood up from the closed toilet seat. It was probably time to get a grip. Before Paul had “come out” those three months ago, she hadn’t written a word…though she’d had the urge many times. Nor had she run circles in her head about Takeshi’s virtues as a boss as compared to Sandra. There were probably more productive ways to vent the heartache and regain her confidence in her womanhood. After all, the fact that Paul wanted men wasn’t a commentary about her desirability. Was it?
Back in the office, Lynn poured herself a cup of coffee in the break room and went to her desk. She set her bag down next to her computer terminal and sipped her coffee while she stared blankly at the screen. Whispers of heat still spiraled through her body, especially between her legs. The fantasy image haunted her mind. Her naked body tied down, helpless under this man’s touch and kiss. He was so gentle, so teasing, like he knew her from the inside out and only cared for her pleasure…The image had just popped up there, unbidden, perhaps a product of what she’d been reading but just as likely from something else…
“Lynn?”
Lynn looked up.
Sandra, dressed in her latest designer suit, a strangely checkered pink and beige get-up, stood by her desk. “I need to talk to you about setting up a wire from Belgium for John Hoffenberger.”
Lynn suppressed a sigh. Of course only Sandra would ask her to do a wire converting US currency to Euros in the middle of monthly reports. But Hoffenberger was Sandra’s biggest client and the commissions she earned from his account made up the bulk of her income.
Oh well. Another night working until at least seven. Good thing the only people waiting at home for her were her housemate Andrea and the cat. Paul wouldn’t be there to grumble. He had someone new—Thomas, his name was—to worry about. “Of course.” She stood up and followed Sandra into her office.
Takeshi watched Lynn follow Sandra into Sandra’s office. His gaze stayed riveted on Lynn’s ass, outlined to perfection in the clingy skirt she was wearing. When she disappeared behind the closed door, he forced his gaze back on his computer screen, trying not to think about what that ass looked like out of the skirt. Creamy soft swells of flesh that melted into firm thighs. She just looked soft.
He raked a hand through his hair. How long was he supposed to think of her as his assistant and not as a woman? Especially now that she was on the rebound, emanating heartache and sexual loneliness with just about every step she took. Not that she was trying to. She just did. And who could blame her after that asshole Paul dumped her for a guy? Takeshi had suspected it for a while, especially at the last get-together Lynn had at her place. And now she was free. Free to find someone who’d appreciate that satiny skin, rosy cheeks, her mango-sized breasts that teased his imagination through the silky blouses she always wore. How many times had he imagined what her nipples might be like? Tawny or rosy-pink? Large? Perfectly round? How tightly would they pucker when he licked them?
He shifted in his seat in an attempt to take pressure of his threatening erection. Best not to think about it... The attraction wasn’t mutual anyway. Lynn seemed to have a thing for the unavailable guys. Not that he’d been available either. He hadn’t been interested in any one woman since Nakia had left him a year and a half ago for another guy. He’d really been in love with her and it had hurt. But you couldn’t go on indefinitely, not taking a chance again on the best thing in life.
He looked up again. Lynn was still in Sandra’s office, but her purse sat on her desk, the zipper undone. The sides gaped open and he could see the corner of the floral print of that journal she was always writing in lately. He suspected it was a creative outlet for her since her breakup. She was amazing actually, handling the end of a serious long-term relationship and remaining the loyal, efficient, incredibly reliable assistant that she was. He needed to tell her more often that her abilities and hard work were what had allowed him to have the success he was in this business. Even now, when things were so hard in the market.
So many times lately, he’d seen her hunched over that book, either at her desk or in the break room, her pen scratching furiously over the manilla pages. He couldn’t imagine what kind of stuff she was writing down but her rapt attention had certainly piqued his wicked curiosity.
Like an itch he couldn’t scratch, his curiosity nagged him. If she hadn’t been pretty, he probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But Lynn was a good-looking woman. She always wore her blonde hair in a neat bun, but it looked pretty long and he’d entertained quite a few fantasies where she let it down and the silky length of it curled down over her bare breasts. And she had a nice smile that lit up her blue eyes. Clear pale skin and soft dusky lips, not too full, but enough to make him want to taste them.
His cock twitched again in his trousers. He tried to force his attention onto his screen before he got a hard-on that leaked. Fantasizing about Lynn was really the wrong direction to go in. Lynn was his assistant. A colleague. A sort-of friend. There was a line you just didn’t cross. Just because she was hot. And just because he liked her. Respected her. Even…admired her at times…
Description: Oh no! Someone has stolen Lynn’s diary right out of her purse on her desk when she wasn’t looking. The worst part is, in this diary she’s written down her kinkiest fantasies and desires. She’s so mortified she could just die. Until…
A masked stranger appears out of nowhere, promising to fulfill every sexual fantasy she’s ever had. Suddenly, having her journal stolen is turning out not to be such a tragedy. However, if she finds out who her gorgeous, sensuous, fantasy-fulfilling mystery man really is, will she feel betrayed or forgive him just enough to fall in love?
Bad boy turned stockbroker, Takeshi, has harbored a secret lust on his assistant for a while now. To him, she’s the perfect woman- sexy and sweet. However, her man-picker is broken and the dud she’d been engaged to broke her heart. She doesn’t seem interested at all in getting involved again. Breaking his vow to be a good boy, he steals her diary right out of her purse when she’s not looking and what he finds inside gives him the perfect idea to seduce her.
The plan is perfect, until the unexpected happens – he falls madly in love with her. Now he’s faced with a dilemma: reveal himself to Lynn and risk her hating him or try to win her over out in the open. And then, what if she’s in love with the masked stranger and not with him? Whatever happens, he’s risking everything to have what’s in his heart…
To My Reader: Isn’t is every woman’s fantasy- to be seduced and pleasured by a gorgeous masked stranger? Makes you tingle in all the right places, doesn’t it? Even better when the man turns out to be your soul-mate. It all makes for the perfect erotic romance! Takeshi and Lynn’s story is just such a story and I hope you enjoy it.
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