Taking Control

Taking Control

by Jenna Byrnes
     
 

Jennifer Steele is plagued by memories of a violent crime. Desperate to pull herself together, she's dealt another blow when her boss hires a new employee for her bank branch. It's Jen's job to do the hiring, and she'd never have chosen a man so handsome—and arrogant.

T.K. Knight is a striking part Native American who seems more at home on a ranch

Overview

Jennifer Steele is plagued by memories of a violent crime. Desperate to pull herself together, she's dealt another blow when her boss hires a new employee for her bank branch. It's Jen's job to do the hiring, and she'd never have chosen a man so handsome—and arrogant.

T.K. Knight is a striking part Native American who seems more at home on a ranch than in an office. Jen's not completely sure of his motives, but can't resist his charm or the pure lust that takes over whenever he's around.

When Jen discovers T.K. might not have been placed in her office by chance, their already heated situation gets even hotter. The truth can be hard to face, but Jen finds she has to take control of the past, to make way for the future.

Publisher's Note: This book was previously released at Totally Bound Publishing by the author under a different pen-name.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781906590598
Publisher:
Totally Bound Publishing
Publication date:
06/30/2008
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
66
File size:
327 KB
Age Range:
18 Years

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Jennifer Steele bolted upright in bed. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. When she could, air came in quick, hard gasps. The dream always started the same. The past few nights it ended as she bested her attacker in a variety of ways. Knocking him down, kicking him in the nuts was empowering. She only wished the real-life incident had ended that way.

She glanced at the clock. Five-thirty a.m. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, ice-cold blood raced through her veins. She’d never get back to sleep, so she might as well make the most of the adrenaline. She slipped out of bed, donned running clothes and pulled her shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail. She laced her shoes, grabbed her keys and jogged out the door.

Forty-five minutes later she returned, slick with perspiration but energised from the long run. She’d pushed her body to the limit, enjoying the response of her limber, lithe muscles. When she could fit it into her schedule, she worked out on the weight machines at the gym. Routinely increasing the weights gave her visible proof that she was gaining strength. At least she was stronger than she used to be.

Jen climbed into the shower, still pulsing with pent-up energy. She washed her hair then reached for the bar of soap. Dragging it over her body caused her nipples to pucker, and she paused there a moment. It’d been at least two weeks since she’d felt like touching herself, and suddenly she couldn’t think of anything else.

She lathered up her breasts then returned the soap to its holder. Sudsy hands kneaded the firm mounds, twisting and tugging her nipples into tight nubs. She plucked both crimson peaks until she couldn’t bear it any longer. One hand dropped between her legs, spreading her slick folds. She zeroed in on her aching clit. It’s been too damn long.

The sensitive organ throbbed with her touch. Jen rubbed with a circular motion, increasing the pressure on her engorged clit. Pulsing jets sent hot water spraying on her rhythmically, adding to the sultry sensation. Her pace quickened along with her breathing, as she rubbed herself close to orgasm. Feels so good.

Driving two fingers into her drenched pussy, she thrust them in and out as the first waves of climax overtook her. She leaned against the tile wall, finger-fucking herself as she shuddered to completion. She gasped, catching her breath, and hurried to finish her shower before the hot water was gone.

Jen dried herself with a large, soft towel, rubbing it gently over her sensitised pussy. The orgasm had been good, but not earth-shattering. If she had more time, she’d crawl back into bed with her cock-shaped dildo and fuck herself decently. On a good day, maybe she could give herself three or four wow-inspiring climaxes. On a really good day, she wasn’t making herself come.

There was barely enough time to dry and style her hair as it was. More sexual escapades would have to wait until later. Cupping and squeezing her pubic mound one last time, she left it regretfully and focused on drying her long hair. It took extra time to straighten the waves with a hot, flat iron, but she liked the look. Sometimes she let the natural curl do its thing, but for work she preferred a sleek, smooth style. After carefully applying make-up, she double-checked her appearance before going to the closet.

Her look was important to her, but she tried not to be fussy about it. She usually wore one of several dark business suits with a light-coloured blouse. She preferred thigh-high silk stockings to pantyhose, and high heels to sensible shoes. Both were impractical and she knew it, but she liked the way they made her legs look. Besides, she was the boss. If she occasionally ran around in stocking feet during the afternoon hours, no one dared mention it.

Meet the Author

Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read. Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favourite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”

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