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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Alyssa Moore knows exactly what she wants. She'd like a little more foot traffic for her suffering lingerie boutique, a little more cooperation from her sassy salesgirl, a little respect from her outlandish father and her obnoxious older brother, and a little more of everything from A to Z from her sexier-than-sin business partner, Justin Taylor. But how far is she willing to go to have it all--especially when it comes to having a man like Justin? Can Alyssa strip herself of her structured, rigid ways and give in to Justin and his infamous, insatiable appetite? For years, Justin Taylor has watched his best friend's baby sister, Alyssa Moore, work day and night to make her shop, STRIP, a success. But Justin knows that all work and no play make for a very, very dull life. Dull is definitely not a word he'd use to describe the hot, sexy, delectable Alyssa Moore. There's no doubt in Justin's mind that five sultry days in Paris would be just the right hook for Alyssa to finally succumb to the heated passion that has been rising between them.
eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [782 KB], eReader (PDB) [146 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [129 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [116 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [157 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [175 KB], hiebook (KML) [366 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [204 KB], iSilo (PDB) [108 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [134 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [189 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [174 KB]
Words: 40508
Reading time: 115-162 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: ISBN 1-59578-100-5
 
Chapter One"Oh. My. God." Alyssa wished she'd taken a moment to ask what Carly was freaking out about before she just dived into the scene--not that the scene was bad. It was good--very, very good. Her man--well, her ideal man who also just happened to be her brother's best friend, and who also just happened to be the venture capitalist funding her struggling lingerie boutique--was seriously getting it on with two women. Two women that strangely look a lot like me, Al thought, peering through his ajar office door. That is, they both have curly dark brown hair and pale skin. Can't tell if their eyes are blue, though, she mused as she took note of the two women passing licks of Justin Taylor's quite impressive member. "Damn, I always knew that boy was fine, but goddamn, he soooo surpasses the quota for fine. That man sets it," whispered Carly, Al's sales assistant. "Ssssh..." Carly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like they can hear us." She had a point. There was a lot of slurping going on and definitely a lot of mouth-filled moaning between the two women. It was as if they were competing on American Idol--the Porn-Star version. Just imagine the grand prize--a pussy filled with that hard, bulging cock. Al's thong dampened as her eyes strained to trace every throbbing, purple vein entwining Justin's curved shaft. Unconsciously, Al licked her lips as she watched Girl One slide her tongue up him as Girl Two slid her tongue down then wrapped her mouth around his balls. "Good God," Al exhaled. Though Justin sat with his back to the door, his ergonomic chair had a swivel to it, affording them a perfect view. Plus, the man loved the minimal look, otherwise they would have missed the show. A big executive leather chair would have blocked everything. Justin's chair, however, was a sleek little number with a perfect peek-a-boo leather slat back. Al felt a twinge that she'd been missing for months vibrate between her legs, and another flutter in her chest. Okay, so you get that twinge every time you see Justin, and up until now, the man has been fully clothed. Just admit you love him. Al sighed with the silent admission. Literally, she'd spent her lifetime with Justin, and had always had a smudge of longing for him across her heart. There were many things that Al loved. She was a passionate girl, but also a perfectionist--the kind who had no qualms about taking a long time to make the right choice, whether it be for a new car or for a flavor of ice cream. If a girl's going to indulge, then goddammit don't fuck it up making a poor-ass choice. That was her motto. Not a thing about Justin Taylor was poor or sloppy. Given the chance, any sane woman would choose him over and over again--six foot three, rock hard from head to toe, a gleaming bright smile, dark chocolate brown eyes. Mmmm ... obviously the man tasted as good as he looked, judging from the fighting sucks and tongue strokes the double-dipping duo were enthusiastically lavishing upon him. Bitches, Al hissed inside. I've known him since I was a week old and I never got my share of licks. Al mentally sighed again. Then again whose fault is that? That's right, girlfriend. Yours, she reminded herself. This is just what I get for another one of my brilliant ideas. Rather than just tell the man, Take me. Fuck me. Do me. I'm yours. No, you have to play coy. All week she'd been planning on surprising Justin on his birthday. Nothing big. Just a small gift and bottle of his favorite wine. Thoughtful and tasteful. She and Carly would just pop in and say Happy B-day. Then Carly would take the train back to open the store while she and Justin had their weekly meeting. So cute and sweet, right? Oh, pleeeassse... It was only 9:00 in the morning. Al hadn't counted on Justin having a private meeting going on. Does he start every day like this? Al wondered. When Justin grabbed Girl One by her hair, Alyssa all but whimpered. Damn, she needed a man. She needed to slide her tongue up and down a man. She needed a man to grab her by the hair. "Face it, you need that man to grab you by your hair," a tiny part of her thought. When Justin rose from the chair, Al finally got to see what she always was sure would be true about Mr. Taylor. Yes, the man truly did have a perfect ass, perfectly tanned, perfectly taut, perfectly sculpted. "You could bounce a roll of quarters off that--forget just one," Carly whispered as if she'd read her mind. Al nodded, suddenly feeling parched. She licked her lips again and swallowed. Her eyes were jammed open. She couldn't look away from that sculpted, six-foot plus body if her life depended on it. When he turned and faced the door, it was like he was giving Al a kiss from heaven--a full frontal view. She tilted her head and sighed. His bare chest trickled with sweat; his toned arms were pumped without his even needing to flex them. Flashing a gorgeous, perfect white smile down at the two office groupies, Justin grabbed his cock in his hand. Then in that intoxicating voice that always made Al wet even when the man was just saying hello, he asked, "So who goes first?" It took every ounce of restraint in Al's body not to jump through the door, crying, "Pick me, Justin, for the love of God, pick me." Immediately Girl Two assumed the position, turning and gripping the chrome arms of the chair, ass out in the air to him. None too gently, he smacked it. That's what you get, you greedy bitch, Al thought viciously. Then, stroking that amazing penis slowly from the base of his shaft to the head of his cock, Justin stepped up to her. His free hand gripped into her hip as he sunk his eight--maybe even nine--inches into her. Not to be outdone, Girl One went to work, kneeling behind him, caressing his balls. Soon she was tonguing his ass, and... Oh, shit, he's looking dead at me. "Go," Al said, pushing over Carly. "Go?" "Come on. Let's get out of here," Al said, grabbing her by the arm. Al hadn't noticed that she was still clutching the bottle of wine and tiny wrapped box she'd brought for his birthday gift. Yeah, like a nice Cabernet and box of cigars could top that! "Come on, Carly." "Are you kidding? If anything, I'm gonna join..." Al clamped down harder on her arm and yanked it. "I mean it. Let's go." Flustered and wanting nothing more than to be abducted by aliens at that moment, Al hastily left her gift at the receptionist's desk. She hoped the poor girl was running really, really late because boy, did she have a surprise waiting for her when she checked into the office. Once they made it out of the building, Al sighed, relieved that her legs made it to the parking garage. On the other hand, Carly wore a wry smile the whole way and melted into the passenger's seat of Al's beat-up BMW. She sucked in a deep breath. "Damn. I need a cigarette." "You don't smoke," Al reminded her, wishing her car could flip out wings and fly far, far away from here. Christ, he saw me. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. "Well, I just may start now. Suddenly, I just have a craving for a Virginia Slim." Al shook her head and turned on the radio. "It's not like you had an orgasm." "Don't be so sure," Carly said, raising an eyebrow at her. Al's mouth dropped open. Leave it to Girl Wonderbra. To say that Carly had a reputation for being--well, loose, and proud of it was about as understated as saying that Liberace liked to wear a ring from time to time. "Did you have an orgasm?" It was a dead serious question that Al just had to ask. She shrugged. "No. But I was pretty damn close. Did you see the size of his..." "Yes," Al said, cutting her off. For a moment there was nothing but the radio blaring Nelly's It's Getting Hot In Here. Definitely not the tune to pound out the picture of that erotically curved penis from her brain. "But, did you see the head of his..." "Yes. I don't suppose that you'd be willing to just let this little ... incident go," Al said, nabbing her with a look before she took a corner. "There was nothing 'little' about that 'incident'," Carly said, laughing. She turned in her seat and peered at Al. "Did you two ever..." "He's practically family!" Al screeched, proud that her lie even sounded convincing to her ears. Well, it was a half-lie. It was true that she and Justin had never slept together. However, Al knew that there was a time that he had wanted to sleep with her, and lately it was all she could think about ... those dark brown eyes piercing her soul as he split her wide open was a recurring vision every spare minute of her day for the past several months. "He's not family. He's your brother's best friend." Al shrugged. "I said practically family. It's all the same. He might as well be my brother. I mean, I've known him since the day I was born. He's totally like a brother to me." One look at her and Al knew that Carly was on to the lie. "Like hell," she said, throwing her head back. "I wish I had a brother with a huge..." Al put up her hand to stop the onslaught. Though Carly was the best sales girl ever for Al's lingerie boutique, the girl had a mouth rinsed with gutter water. Dick, cock, ass, pussy--she called them out frequently like she would call out the name of a friend. "Carly ... please ... enough with the construction site jibber-jabber." "Come on. Just once. Say it," Carly egged her. Al remained silent. Giving up on her, Carly clicked her tongue and shook her head. "You're such a prude." "I'm not a prude. I just don't like that word," Al countered, tilting her nose into the air. That was lie number two. Al knew she'd been known to say all kinds of things about God, Jesus Christ and Christ Almighty attached to the words cock and pussy when in the heat of passion. Still, she felt her employee could use some training in the art of feminine grace. "I was only going to say 'shaft'. What word don't you like? Dick?" "Carly!" "Well, how about cock? Do you like cock?" "No. I don't like cock," Al said, hating that she sounded like she very much indeed did not like cock. Rolling her eyes, relaxing, she sighed and twisted a smile on her face. "I don't like it. I love it," she said, fighting off laughter when Carly high-fived her. "I just prefer to call it something less uncouth." She couldn't help but laugh at herself when Carly cried out in cackles. Flipping her sun-streaked strawberry blond hair from her face, Carly regained her composure. "Okay, like..." she said, leading Al and Al so did not want to go there with her. "Like penis." Carly fell into laughter again. "What?" Al cried. "What's wrong with penis?" She stopped at a red light and glared at Carly. "Nothing, if you happen to be a nurse clutching his balls in your hand when you ask him to cough." Hitting the gas again, Al shook her head. "You know, if you weren't my friend, I'd fire you." "Yeah, right. On what grounds?" "Sexual harassment." "Right. Sexual harassment. I can't see how you--owner of STRIP--could possibly have a case. Aren't you the one dragging me to a swingers convention?" "There's nothing harassing about the boutique. Besides, we're only going to sell some products. We are not conducting any research." Though if it would drive sales, I'd be game, Al thought. The truth of the matter was that STRIP was going down if she didn't come up with a plan quick. Thus, she and Justin--who also was her business manager since his cash was paying the bills--came up with the grand idea of selling some extras. Al never dreamed her shelves would house the likes of The Rejuvenat-Her! She still couldn't bring herself to even touch the twelve-inch purple dildo. It strangely made her feel like Barney's pimp. Why couldn't she just sell beautiful lingerie? She had the right staff, the right look, the right location. In every business book that she'd read she'd seen nothing but location, location, location on page after page when it came to retail. Well, in Al's opinion all location did for her was give her a pretty corner on which to sit and wish for customers to walk in. Southport Avenue was one of the hottest strips in Chicago. It was streaming with young, energetic, go-getting women who owned their own condos, dined out every night, talked on cell phones as they hailed cabs and conquered the world. They wore shoes that cost as much as the boutique's monthly lease. Al thought she knew these women because she was these women. These were her peers! So why wasn't she connecting with them? Al wondered what the hell these women wore to bed. Obviously nothing that she sold. "But, did you see how long his..." Carly started up again. "Yes, Carly, I did." * * * *Justin Taylor closed his eyes before he walked into Alyssa's office. The way he saw it, he only had three options. The first being that he could pretend like this morning never happened. That was the coward's way out and definitely not for him. Option number two was that he could address it, be open about it and maybe his frankness would win him some points and get him closer to the real kind of relationship he'd like to have with Al. As if a closer relationship was possible now. This morning, she caught you banging two women in your office, and it's not likely that she'd want to join in. The truth was that he wouldn't have wanted her to join in. Since as long as he could remember, he only wanted one woman--Al. The all too close but not close enough Miss Alyssa Moore was all he had ever wanted. His third and last option was that he could simply put it behind them--not exactly ignore it, but not exactly go there either. Shit. Not a single one of his options appealed to him. Once again, he'd messed up his chance with Al. Taking a deep breath, he plunged into her shoe box office. Being inside her space was like being inside her every fantasy. From the sheer silk samples draped over her tufted ivory chairs to the honeycomb glazed walls, seduction wagged a finger at him from every corner, daring him to take a step closer. Being inside her private office always turned him on. He felt it was the closest he had ever come to being deep inside her. True to nature, his dick began to twitch at the thought of burying himself inside Al. Besides the eroticism of her office, of course, there was Alyssa as well. The woman was seduction personified starting with that silky head of thick curls, almost black, that always looked wind-blown and tousled. Justin allowed his gaze to move on to the pale skin that she always showed plenty of, wearing lacy camisoles and satiny numbers as blouses under her business suits. As if all that weren't enough, there was that face that made Justin's heart cave in every time he looked at it. It would be too clichéd to call it angelic. Her face was much more evocative than that. Her beauty was fiery but ethereal; it wasn't just in her features or form, but in the grace of her movements, the spirit in her eyes, and in the warmth in her voice. Her beauty lay in an indescribable something that was the essence of Alyssa. When she finally looked up from her paperwork, Justin hoped the longing he felt to take her there on the floor wasn't evident in his eyes. Nothing said pathetic like desperately needy--except maybe having to apologize for being caught, literally, with his pants down. "I'm sorry about this morning," Justin said, finally deciding relative frankness would be best, given the situation. Explanations would only make the awkwardness worse and he certainly didn't need any more awkwardness between them. Their long, shared history had stirred the air between them enough, added to the numerous times he'd smacked heads with her ex-husband. Plus, she currently was indebted to him to the tune of two hundred and eight thousand dollars. Justin didn't care about the money, but he knew Al did. He dropped his briefcase beside one of the guest chairs and sat down across from Al behind her desk. He wanted to look at her. What man didn't want to look at Alyssa? Unfortunately, he felt like shit, beyond embarrassed, and slightly perverted because just the scent of her made him want to fuck all over again. Smiling softly, Alyssa shrugged, shuffling papers and sex gadgets on her desk. "Hey, it's your birthday. It's just that since we had a meeting about the convention, I thought I'd surprise you by bringing the meeting to you." He sighed deeply. "None of that was planned. Susan and I had an eight o'clock, then Brenda stopped by to drop off some papers, and they hadn't seen each other in a while. Then, my birthday came up." He sighed again, omitting the fact that he'd had an inkling of what was to come when Brenda showed up. "It ... I'm sorry. It completely got out of hand." Alyssa shook her head, seemingly not wanting to go into it. "No, don't apologize. I've always appreciated women who could ... multi-task. Talk about coordination," she teased. * * * *Al loved the blush spreading across Justin's olive skin. Her skin prickled. Whoa, to make a man as dark and sexy as Justin blush, now that's power. Resisting the urge to rub her hand against the duskiness trailing his squared jawline, Alyssa decided to let it go. So what? He was doing two women at once. It could have been a lot worse, like catching him with a donkey and sheep. Face it, girl. The man is fine as hell. What woman wouldn't be willing to share him if that's what it took to get a piece of that enormous cock? With a shake of her head, she said, "I think we should just get down to business." * * * *Justin watched as she strolled around her desk and sat down in the chair next to his. Not surprising to him, his erection was lengthening, filling out by the second. It couldn't be helped. He wouldn't be human if he could contain his appreciation of her body slipping inside the powder blue suit. Her skirt had a slit cut high up her leg and when she crossed one over the other, he broke out into a sweat. She wasn't wearing nylons, just silky, ivory skin to torture him with. Her heels were high and open-toed, of course. Her pedicure made him suddenly catch a case of foot fetish. Damn, she had the tiniest feet, delicate like the rest of her. He knew he was a large man and that if ever he had the chance, he'd have to take it easy with Al due to her delicate frame. Many times Justin had wondered how glorious it would feel to have to hold back. It would be a sweet torture, taking it nice and slow, giving it to her soft and easy, inch by inch. Even full-figured women had complained of his size, but were damned if they'd walk away from it. He wondered how much coaxing it would take to convince Al that her petite, five-foot frame could handle it. "Where should we begin?" she asked while she looked over her notes. Justin leaned forward to hide his hard-on. The gesture afforded him a nice view of the valley between her small, round breasts. Perfect mouthfuls, he thought. Her nipples were pebbled and showed through the soft netting of her lace camisole. He had always known that they'd be pink like the natural color of her lips--but man, it was a big turn-on finding out that he was right. The knowledge made his already strained cock swell another inch. * * * *"Justin," Alyssa said. When his dark eyes rose to meet hers, Al was flooded with heat. His eyes were so dark they were almost black. Still, she could tell his pupils were half-dilated and glassy. She couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind. Fearing that it wasn't her, but instead reminiscences of Girl One and Girl Two, she kept her curiosity under wraps. Unconscious of what the gesture would do to him, she licked her lips and he gave a faint groan. Alyssa momentarily forgot her words. Could she possibly be what was obviously turning him on? Al did a quick body check and noticed how her nipples pushed against her camisole. Yes, she'd known it was see-through when she put it on in the morning, but she thought her suit jacket would cover anything tell-tell. Her nipples stood at attention when Justin was near. And now he's looking right at them. She cleared her throat, shaking away the unsettling knowledge that Justin was getting off on her nipples. "I ... um ... I asked where should we begin." "Of course," he said, letting his eyes slide down over her breasts and down her bare legs. "Show me what you got." Mesmerized for a moment too long, Al snapped back into herself. He means for the convention, dumbass. Show him what you ordered for the convention and get your mind back from your crotch, she scolded herself. When she stood up to grab her props from her desk, she felt his eyes on her ass. It felt as good as a caress. Hell, a kiss--it had been so long for her. Turning back to him, she dropped a platinum chain with two crystal-tipped padded clips at either end into his lap. "What do you think?" she asked, taking her seat and crossing her legs again. "I wouldn't know," he said, raising a brow at her. Al's eyes flicked from the nipple clips, back to Justin, then back to the clips. She could feel his eyes stroking her breasts and her nipples hardened even more, pointing achingly towards his gaze. "I ... I wouldn't know either. Carly, could you come in here for a second?" Al called out. "Absolutely," Carly called back. Swinging her hips, Carly swayed into the miniature office. "Happy birthday," she purred to Justin in a breathy, Marilyn Monroe voice. He blushed again, shaking his head. Al cleared her throat. "Carly, we were hoping that you could give us some feedback on the products I selected for the convention." Carly strolled over to the desk and fondled the assortment of dildos on it. "Mickey's great. Solid. Flexible. Nice. Real nice. But, I prefer vibration as well. You know, a tickler for my clitoris. So, my choice is always Lady. Plus, you gotta love that she's so pretty. And she comes with a free butt plug. Which I like because..." Again, Al cleared her throat, breaking Carly's nanosecond of foreplay. "I meant the customers. I was hoping that you could give us some customer feedback." Blinking, Carly shook her head. "Oh. Well, Lady's been a real crowd pleaser," she said, picking up the lavender toy, raising a brow at Justin. Getting the pun on the words "crowd pleaser", Al swallowed a small snicker. "Thank you." "No problem," Carly replied, eyes pinned on Justin. Al swore the girl would drop and give him ten licks right then and there if the man so much as twitched the request. "That will be all, Carly," she said and Carly sulked away. Fiddling with her notes and suddenly feeling hot and anxious to move things on, Al forged ahead, deciding to treat the toys as she would any other merchandise in her boutique. Say like a nice silk robe or a g-string studded with diamonds. Truth be told, she wasn't entirely sold on Justin's suggestion to carry a line of sex favors. They had never been a part of her sexual experience. They always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly ashamed--like she couldn't get laid for real. Not to mention that some even looked painful, but she thought she did a good job of finding some that she thought looked "user-friendly." However, he was the venture capitalist and the one with the Harvard MBA. And he's definitely having more sex than me, she reminded herself. He would know what would finally make the boutique start to turn a profit. "I like the nipple clips. Sexy. Beautiful," Justin said. "They are beautiful," she agreed, licking her lips, watching the platinum glint from Justin's thick fingers as he caressed them in a way that made her want to peel her blazer and camisole away from her skin. "I bet," he murmured, letting his eyes wander over her nipples again with a scorching gaze. Alyssa flitted a hand across her face. "I've never ... I don't ... I..." A sly smile touched the corner of his mouth. "You haven't ever tried your new wares, have you?" She shook her head. "Not exactly." "Tsk ... tsk ... tsk ... Business rule number one: You gotta know what you're selling." "I do." "Really?" he asked, arching a brow again. "Yes. Of course," she said, though the affirmation came off extremely weak through her cracking voice. Justin brought his face to hers. Instinctively, Alyssa's lips parted and for a moment his gaze settled there, making her want to reach for his lips. Quickly, he flicked his gaze to her eyes and she trembled in need of that absent kiss. His eyes darkened deliciously, as if burning in heat. Though she watched his fingers reach for her nipples, Al was suspended in disbelief of the moment. At first his touch was light, just brushing the tips of her nipples. Her hard buds ached for more ... like the touch of his mouth, or his bare chest brushing against them. She sucked in a breath and he groaned his delight in the touch, making her nerves shoot in every direction. "Okay, so tell me," he said, his voice so warm and deep that Al's thoughts swam right into it. "Do these bite into the nipple like this?" he asked, pinching her nipples so hard, she winced and her mouth dropped open. As if wanting to catch her pleasure, he licked into her mouth--but he moved away before Al could close her tongue around his. He groaned again when she whimpered in protest and she watched him work a knot in his throat. "Or do they feel more like this?" he asked, his voice huskier, his touch softer, plucking her erect buds. Closing her eyes as he rolled her nipples with his thick thumbs, Al tried to think. It was hard given that she was having trouble just breathing with her nipples ripening from each stroke and pussy wet with need. "I don't know," she murmured. "You should," he said, taking his hands from her breasts but visibly as aroused as she was. He couldn't hide the ridge bulging inside the inseam of his slacks. "You need to get familiar with whatever products we take with us. I suggest you start with this," he said, tossing her the bright red butt plug. When he rose from his seat, his cock was inches from Al's nose. She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes, wishing that for once in her life she could be a naughty girl like Carly and take full advantage of him. Just reach out, cup him in my hand and then ... Al licked her lips at the thought of sucking him, pulling his hard flesh between her lips. Pressing her lips together, massaging her lip gloss in, she hummed a soft sigh. Always the good girl. Never the fucked girl. "By the way, thanks for the wine and the gift." "You're welcome," she said, gripping her notes to keep herself from grabbing his cock and making him stay to explain what the hell just happened. "And, next time, if you're going to drop by my office, you should phone first," he said, swiftly heading for the door.
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