Yielding for Him

Yielding for Him

by Lauren Fraser
Yielding for Him

Yielding for Him

by Lauren Fraser



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Sometimes in order to have it all you have to be willing to risk everything.

Self-made billionaire Donovan James works hard and plays harder. After all life is no fun without risks. But finding a woman who agrees has been more difficult than he'd ever imagined, until now.

Lisa Scott knows how to get what she wants and what she wants is a life with Van. They belong together and she'll do whatever it takes to make him realize it. Including taking him up on his challenge to invite his best friend, Jason, into their bed for one night.

She'll give him his fantasy and in return, hopefully, she'll get hers.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781781842775
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Publication date: 04/15/2013
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 37
Sales rank: 741,006
File size: 141 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Lauren has always been a dreamer, weaving stories to keep herself entertained. Through her stories she can travel anywhere in the world and money is not an object. Now who wouldn't want that? Unfortunately the demands of the real world pushed her dreams to side for a while.

After talking to her children about going after what they wanted and not letting fear stand in their way, she realized she needed to lead by example and chase her own dreams. She enjoys going hiking, camping and kayaking with her husband and two daughters. Lauren loves to receive reader feedback so fire an email her way.

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"Miss Scott, you can't go in there," Donovan James' secretary yelled.

"It's fine, he'll see me, Marianne."

"No, he asked not to be disturbed," Marianne called out.

Even through the door he could hear the mad scramble of a chair sliding across the floor and the rapid staccato of high-heeled shoes clicking across the floor. His office door swung open and Lisa Scott stood at the entranceway. "Van, call off your dog."

His harried secretary Marianne stood beside Lisa. The fierce set of his assistant's shoulders and her pursed lips almost made him laugh. Part of the reason why he'd hired her was because she intimidated practically everyone, but Lisa wasn't like most people.

"I told her you were busy," the older woman told him. Her displeasure with the other woman dripped from her tongue.

"It's fine, Marianne," Van assured her.

Lisa rolled her eyes at him then turned to the smaller woman and smiled. "Can I get a cup of tea when you get a chance?"

"Of course," Marianne gritted.

He bit his lip to hide his amusement at the interplay. Marianne disliked every woman he dated on sight and Lisa had been no different, despite the fact that Lisa had remembered Marianne's birthday and anniversary. Still, the older woman had no patience for her, now Lisa seemed to take pleasure in annoying his assistant.

Setting his pen down on the mountain of paperwork on his desk, he sighed. So much for getting through his work. Although if he was going to be interrupted, he couldn't think of a better reason than Lisa. He scanned her body in the fitted skirt and blouse. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into some kind of knot and with her glasses on she had this whole librarian thing going on. And damned if the look didn't just make him want to muss her up.

Her blue eyes twinkled as she pointed a finger at him. "Don't even think about it, mister. I have a meeting to go to when I finish here."

He held up his hands. "What'd I do? I was just looking. It's not my fault you immediately think of sex the minute you see me."

Lisa snorted. "Yeah, it's all me."

"What can I say, I'm irresistible." He grinned at her. "All right, so if you didn't come here for a quickie what brings you by?"

Lisa scrunched up her nose and held up two fingers about an inch apart. "I have a teeny tiny favour."

Shit. Every time she had a teeny favour it cost him several thousand dollars in charitable donations. He wasn't against donating to a good cause but not every cause Lisa took on was something he thought was worthwhile.

When they'd met ten months ago at a gala for multiple sclerosis she'd mesmerised him. His wallet had told him to steer clear. A woman whose fundraising expertise was coveted by every charitable organisation in town certainly understood how to get what she wanted.

But there'd been something about her that was different. Sure, she was beautiful but so had his date been at the time. It hadn't mattered. Lisa had completely captivated him and to his complete surprise it hadn't waned during their time together. If anything, it had grown.

Over the past several months, she'd learnt exactly which buttons to push to get what she wanted from him and he recognised it. But just because she knew he'd eventually cave didn't mean he had to make it easy on her.

He leant back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "All right, what's it going to cost me?"

"Cost you? Oh nothing." She waved her hand. "Well, practically nothing, a couple of tickets that's all."

Narrowing his eyes, he stared at her. What wasn't she saying? There had to be more to it than just a couple of tickets. She looked far too uncomfortable about the conversation for it to be something as simple as that. Christ, how much were the tickets? "What are we talking?"

Lisa chewed her bottom lip. The unconscious gesture drew his eyes to her full lips, lips he knew plumped even fuller when they sucked his dick. His cock twitched beneath his zipper. He shifted in his chair to ease the discomfort. Focus, Van. Otherwise this visit could get incredibly expensive.

"I haven't set the price yet." She batted her long eyelashes at him. "The price isn't really what I need help with, it's selling the idea."

Oh boy, here it comes. "The idea? Why would that be hard?"

"Well, see, I uh ... I have this idea that I think would be amazing. I'm just not sure I can make it fly without some help."

"Okay," he said warily. Where was she going with this?

"With the latest erotica craze going on, I thought it would be fun to cash in on that and do sort of an S&M ball, fetish thing."

Donovan stared at his girlfriend. The woman had lost her mind. "A fetish theme? For a children's fundraiser, are you insane?" Where the hell did she come up with these ideas?

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. It's not like there would be kids at the actual event, Grandpa. You said it yourself, people get bored with the same-old-same-old. How many thousand-dollar-a-plate rubber chickens can one person eat? This would be new, fresh. It would be exciting. And I know if we did it right we could bring in a lot of money for charity."

"Yes, but Lisa, you're talking about asking old money to embrace the theme and it's not going to happen."

"Why not? You'd be all over the idea?"

Donovan smiled indulgently. "Yes, but I'm not old money, I'm new."

"What's the difference? You could buy and sell half of those old-money snobs without batting an eyelash. Come on, Van, if you endorse this idea people will be lined up to attend and you know it."

She was right. Ever since his company had gone global the previous year his stock had gone up. Not just on the stock exchange but with Vancouver's elite as well. Somehow owning a company worth billions had suddenly made him more desirable at the table. It seemed ridiculous to him but he wasn't above taking advantage of the situation when the need arose.

She shifted in her seat and slowly crossed her legs. The movement drew her skirt higher up her thigh, leaving a tantalising amount of skin on display. Damn, the woman had killer thighs. He tore his attention from her legs and caught the amused smirk on her face. Busted.

Well, fine, two could play that game. He'd help her organise her fundraiser. But she was going to pay for it.

He rocked back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. "Sell me on the idea."

A frown wrinkled her brow. "Sell you on it? What do you mean?" He smirked at the confused, slightly nervous look on her face. This was going to be fun. "Well you want me to bend over backwards helping you, I think you need to make it worth my while."

Lisa's blue eyes narrowed. "Oh you do, do you? And just what did you have in mind?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, honey. You can be awfully persuasive when you want to be."

Amusement danced behind her eyes as she rolled her eyes. Without breaking eye contact with him, she flicked open the top button on her blouse. The movement was just enough to tease him, allowing him a glimpse at the shadow between her breasts but nothing else.

She moved to the edge of her seat and slowly uncrossed her legs. A flicker of blue flashed before she crossed her legs again. Damn, was she wearing the underwear he'd bought? Lord, he hoped so. The woman did things to a G-string that could make a grown man weep.

Lisa reached behind her and unclipped her hair. The brown locks tumbled in waves around her shoulders. He loved to tangle his hands in her hair. Hold her. Guide her where he wanted her to go.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him then ran her tongue along her lower lip. He could instantly imagine what her tongue would feel like along his shaft. His cock flexed eagerly.

"So, what would I have to do to convince you?"

Lisa toyed with the chain of her necklace, drawing his eyes yet again. She was good, he'd give her that. But he could be better.

"I don't know. You're a creative woman, I'm sure you can think of something."

She trailed her fingers down the collar of her shirt, spreading the fabric open. He could fully see the scalloped edge of her blue bra. Jesus, she was wearing that set.

"I seem to remember you saying you had a little office fantasy that you had yet to live out." She stood up and traced her hand along the desk. Her fingernails followed the pattern in the grain. "The problem is you had a few options. I think you might have to help me decide. I'm torn between the blow job or letting you fuck me on your desk."

It all sounded good to him. Donovan pushed his chair away from the desk. "Why don't we start with the blow job and work from there."

She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each step. This was a woman who knew how powerful she was and there was nothing sweeter than seeing her surrender some of that control to him.

Time to reel her in. "This is kind of a big favour, Lis, so I think to really make it up to me you need to be naked."

She stumbled in her step and eyed the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk. His office took up the entire top floor of the building. It put them higher than most of the other offices downtown and with the reflective glass no one would be able to see in. Clearly Lisa had forgotten about that last part. Her mouth gaped open as she looked at him then at the buildings across from them.

"Naked? But ..."

"You want this or not?"

"Oh," she growled. "You can be a real jerk you know that?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I can, but we both know this isn't one of those times." He rolled his chair so he was facing the windows fully. From this view if he looked down slightly, he could see directly into several offices across from him. He couldn't make out who any of the people were, which was perfect. He was at work after all. And if Lisa could fully see them she might be too worried about them knowing who she was and it might put a damper on the fantasy.

His dick flexed against his fly again. "Tell me the idea of those guys over there sitting at their desks watching you doesn't make you hot." The fact that they wouldn't be able to see was beside the point, the illusion was there and that was what mattered.

Lisa's nipples poked against the fabric of her blouse, making her arousal visible. Their kinks were the same. It was part of what made them so great together. She always tried to deny it but the dampness in her panties always gave it away.

Without saying a word, she undid her blouse and set it on the edge of his desk, her fitted skirt followed suit. Clad in only the blue bra and panties he'd bought her and an insanely high pair of high heels she looked hotter than hell.

Lisa ran her fingers along the top of her bra and smiled at him as she pushed down the fabric. Her breasts popped over the top. The underwire pushed her breasts up, leaving them beautifully on display. Like a gift, an offering. Her ripe full nipples like the cherry on top of the cake. It made him damn hungry.

"Come here," he demanded.

Lisa dropped to her knees in front of him. She trailed her hand up his thigh and rubbed his cock through his pants. He bit back a groan. Needing Lisa to get lost in the fantasy, he pretended that anyone looking could see them. His dick throbbed painfully. He was already on edge and she'd barely touched him. Even though he was at work, he really wished the glass was clear and people could see them. See how sexy she was. What he had. He'd worked damn hard to own the top floor and selfishly he loved showing that off a bit. Proving to everyone who doubted him growing up that he did make something of himself — more than anyone, including himself, had ever imagined.

Lisa put her head on his thigh and looked up at him through her lashes. He tangled his hand in her hair, wrapping it around his fist. Her eyes drifted shut and she moaned.

She sat up and slowly unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out of his underwear. Her tongue darted out and she ran it along her lips then she bent and licked off the pre-cum that beaded on the tip. At the first touch he curled his fingers around the arm of the chair.

With her left hand she held his shaft and nibbled at the crown of his cock. The teasing little bites made his back tense in anticipation. She flicked and sucked at just the tip, never taking him deep like he craved. He dropped his head back against the chair in agony and ecstasy. When would she take him deeper? When would she stop fucking around and suck him? The waiting kept him on edge and he loved it. This was the one time he didn't mind relinquishing control, especially not to Lisa.

Finally she took him deep, to the back of her throat and he groaned. He tangled his hand rougher into her hair as he held her in place. She made a 'mmm' sound that vibrated against his shaft. When she swallowed him his balls pulled up tight. Yes, he was going to come, one more stroke. Crap. He needed to stop. His eyes popped open and he pulled her hair to drag her off. No, as much as he wanted to come in her mouth, he wanted to fuck her more.

Lisa wiped the edge of her lips with her finger. "How come you stopped me?"

"Because I want to fuck you."

She shivered beneath his stare. "Oh." Lisa flicked a glance over her shoulder at the window then at the desk. "Here."

"No." Van stood up and backed Lisa to the window until her back pressed against the glass. "Here."

"But ..." she stammered and looked over her shoulder again.

"You keep looking out the window, maybe I need to turn you around so you can see." He placed his hands on her hips and turned her body. With her back to him, he flicked open the clasp of her bra and eased it from her shoulders then tossed it on the floor beside them.

Her breasts now fully bare, Lisa crossed her arms over her chest.

"What's with the shy act?" he asked.

She scowled at him over her shoulder. "It's not an act. Come on, Donovan, are you crazy? We can't have sex against the window of your office."

"Why not? They'd have to be looking up to see us. Besides, I own the company, what are they going to do? Fire me?"

"Yeah, but ..."

"But what?" He grabbed her hands and placed her palms against the glass. Leaning in, he nipped her shoulder. "Tell me you aren't wet just thinking about that guy down there watching you. Seeing me fuck you."

Her head dropped back against his shoulder and she moaned.

He pushed her panties down her thighs. The fabric was dripping wet. She might protest but she absolutely wanted this as much as he did.

"The shoes stay," he told her. It looked sexy as shit and the five-inch heels put her at the perfect height for him.

"Van, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Absolutely," he murmured against her neck. She smelt so good. Perfume and arousal combined to make the sweetest aroma.

"You know who has an office in that building?"

"Hmm, no, who?" she murmured drowsily.

"Jason Franks."

"Jason, really?" Excitement kicked her voice up an octave.

Donovan smiled to himself. This was going to work out even better than he'd hoped. His best friend Jason had the kind of looks that drew women like flies. His commitment-phobic attitude ensured none of them stuck around for very long. The combination made him the perfect wingman for his plans.

"Mmm-hmm." He nipped her earlobe and she shuddered against him. Watching her face for reaction, he continued, "He could be watching you right now."

Lisa's eyes flew open as she scanned the building across from them. "Really?" She tried to cover her chest again.

Grabbing her hands, Donovan pushed them against the glass above her head. "Leave them there."

He held her still and pushed his body firmly to her back, allowing his dick to nestle at the junction between her thighs. Moist heat coated his cock. She was so wet. He wanted to bury his dick inside her but he had to wait. To draw it out for both of them to play the game.

He pressed up against her spine. Her warm soft skin caressed him. He ran his hand up her smooth thigh and caressed the globes of her ass. The firm muscles constricted against his palm. He loved her ass.

Knowing that they weren't actually visible for the whole world to see allowed him to really enjoy the moment. He didn't have to worry about anything but the fantasy, and making sure Lisa thought she really was on display. The first time they'd had sex in public she'd been shocked at her behaviour. But since then she'd become more daring than he could have hoped. He loved how adventurous she was.

"You look so unbelievably sexy pressed up against the glass like that. Every man's fantasy, but I'm the one who gets to fuck you." He cupped her breast in his hand, possessively, and pinched the firm ripe nipple between his fingers. Lisa's back arched against him then forward as she ground against his cock. Her wet pussy gliding the way.

"You want me to fuck you? Here against the window with everyone watching?" His dick throbbed against her pussy.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Are you hoping Jason's watching?" he asked.

"God, yes," she groaned.

He ran his hand around her belly then slowly moved south. When he touched her slit moisture coated his fingers.

"I bet he'd touch himself while he watched. Would you like that? To watch him slide his hand down his shaft as he wishes it were him touching you, fucking your wet cunt."


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