Tara walks into work one morning to find the office in an uproar. Her boss and fantasy man, Samuel is on an all out rampage. As his temper soars to heights she has not seen, everyone is in fear of his wrath falling on them. Tara seeks to find a way to ease the big man's temper, secretly hoping for a sexual encounter between them. Will her Fantasy come true, or will Samuel's ...
Tara walks into work one morning to find the office in an uproar. Her boss and fantasy man, Samuel is on an all out rampage. As his temper soars to heights she has not seen, everyone is in fear of his wrath falling on them.
Tara seeks to find a way to ease the big man's temper, secretly hoping for a sexual encounter between them. Will her Fantasy come true, or will Samuel's anger focus on her?
At the head of the table, Samuel sat leaned back in his chair, chin propped on his hand while a finger crossed back and forth on his full lips. Tara could not help but feel desire course through her, as this was one of the sexiest poses to her. Those eyes of his still appeared to have a storm in them that churned the beautiful blue like a hurricane ripping across the sea while he watched Chuck begin to clean up the coffee off the wall behind Scott’s recently vacated chair.
She sat down the stack of papers he had requested, and then eased the still hot coffee in front of him.
“The numbers you wanted Sir,” she smiled her warmest smile still attempting to soothe the angry beast inside him, “and I thought you might want this now.”
She let go of the cup, as he turned his attention to her. For a brief second the storm in his eyes calmed, and that smile appeared like a streak of welcomed sunshine that burst through a black cloud. She melted yet again and fought the urge to sit on his lap and curl into him. How badly she wanted to run her hands through his short auburn hair, and whisper in his ear that she could take his stress away for a while.
“Thank you my Dear,” his voice was soft and mellow.
The second passed and his gaze left her to pass across each face still at the table. The storm once again took over.
“Each and every one of you could learn a thing or two from Miss Morgan here,” his voice had the thunder back.
All eyes save those of Chuck were on her, the feeling was something she found most uncomfortable.
“Anything else,” she asked suddenly in a rush to get out of the room.
“That is all for now,” his response flat, eyes still focused on the sales team.
As she turned to leave, a massive hand slid inside her upper arm and brushed against her breast as it squeezed. She stopped; desire grew quickly from the touch. She turned back to him, the motion pushed the back of his hand harder against her breast. She swooned at the feeling, and wished her clothing as not in the way.
“Thank you,” Samuel smiled up from his chair with the most sincere look on his face.
“Anything for you Sir,” she cooed, truly meaning it to the fullest, then made a beeline for the door.
Formerly a freelance ghost writer, Renee has now made the turn to bringing her imaginative raunchy stories directly to readers. With a heavy BDSM fetish herself, she delights in casting light into the darkest corners of sexual fantasy. From curious sexual exploration to hardcore bondage, all her stories have one thing in common. The explosive orgasmic satisfaction of a fantasy come to life.