Somebody's Ex (16 page)

Authors: Jasmine Haynes

Then she stopped
thinking and let sensation take over. “Don’t stop, lick me, baby, just like
that.” The heat built inside her, ready to burst, yet she pushed it off a
little longer, like riding a magnificent wave just before it crashes.

Bradley put two
fingers inside her the way she’d taught him, and found her G-spot right away.
Oh, that boy was improving. She shuddered, then cried out, “Yes, yes, yes.” And
the climax pulsed through her body.

Before it could
end, she grabbed Bradley by the hair. “Fuck me now.”

Bradley grabbed
her hips, and rolled her over, her stomach bare against the cool wood of the
desk. She loved it from behind, pushed against a hard surface, taken, almost
forced. Especially when Clay took her this way. He was so big, so tall, three
inches taller than Bradley’s six feet.

Behind her,
Bradley made fast work of the condom. “It’s going to be so good, you won’t want
to even go home to him.”

She didn’t tell
him that would never happen; better not to spoil the moment. “When he does me,
baby, I imagine it’s you.” Actually, when Bradley did her, she imagined telling
Clay about it later, how hot he’d get, how it turned him into a wild man.
Her
wild man.

Bradley plunged
deep. Glorying in the feel of him, she stretched out her hands, accidentally
knocking over the photo of Clay and his two teenage sons. Oops. But oh, this
was good, so very good. He was young and strong, his technique not better than
Clay’s, just different. It still needed refining, but he was a fast learner, at
least in the sex department. She adored teaching a young man new tricks. She
was forty years old—a hot little number, if she did say so herself—and proud of
her toned figure and that her face had only a smattering of age lines. She was
better than she’d ever been. Bradley couldn’t get enough of her.

“Oh my God,” she
cried out. “You fill me up. You’re so much bigger and thicker than Clay.”

At her words,
Bradley went crazy, assured of how much more virile he was than Clay. These
young men performed so well when you told them what they wanted to hear.
Stretching out her arms, she curled her fingers around the edge of the desk and
gave herself up to the moment, to the feel of a hard, young cock inside her and
the second sweet climb to the pinnacle.

* *
* * *

Jessica Murphy
jerked, then snapped to a sitting position on the break room sofa. In the dark,
the microwave clock flipped to ten-oh-five in bright blue letters. Good Lord,
all she’d wanted to do was rest her eyes, a five-minute catnap; she’d slept for
over an hour. The board meeting was on Friday, and she needed to review the
March quarterly financials tomorrow with Clay Blackwell, her CFO. But there was
an issue in CIP, the construction-in-progress account.

A noise had woken
her. It couldn’t be the cleaning staff; they’d left before her so-called
catnap. She rose from the couch, crossing to the door by the illumination of
the microwave clock. The hallway was dark. She’d turned out all the lights, not
wanting to waste electricity, especially when she was accounting manager for
West Coast Manufacturing, which meant she knew exactly how much the PG&E
bill was.

There it was
again. Bracing herself against the doorframe, she strained to hear. A moan.
Then she was sure she could make out voices, though the words were
indistinguishable. She shivered slightly. The automatic thermostat turned the
heating down at nine, raising it again at six in the morning. Despite being the
beginning of April, the San Francisco Bay Area was still chilly at night.

Stepping out into
the hallway, which bordered all the cubicles in the middle of the large
accounting department, she made out lights on the far side. From the CFO’s
office. But Clay had been long gone before she’d crashed on the break room
sofa. Obviously, he’d come back.

What if he’d
discovered her sleeping? Jessica fluffed her hair, which was curly and tended
to get mashed after she slept on it. It must look like a rat’s nest. And her
lipstick was probably smudged. She ran a finger under each eye to get rid of
any mascara, then smoothed beneath her lips, hoping that was good enough to fix
the lipstick. She hated the idea of Clay Blackwell seeing her at anything less
than her best. He lived with the CEO’s executive admin, Ruby Williams, and
Jessica didn’t have designs on him—she wasn’t a home wrecker—but she admired
Clay immensely and...well...a woman could have her fantasies in the middle of
the night when no one else suspected.

All right,
nothing could be done about her appearance now. She marched down the small
walkway between the cubicles, and the sounds from the other side of the thin
dividers grew exponentially louder with every step she took. Jessica’s heart
started to pound, and she thought about turning around and getting the hell
out. Because really, what
was
Clay Blackwell doing in his office? And
just who was he with?

She might have
run, too, if she hadn’t heard distinct words in a female voice—“Clay’s never
fucked me like this”—punctuated by a man’s low growl of pleasure.

Turning the
corner by the end of a cubicle wall, Jessica could see straight into Clay’s
office. Her breath stopped in her chest.

Ruby Williams was
facedown on the desk, skirt pushed up over her butt, dark hair flowing around
her shoulders, eyes closed, her red lips parted on a moan of intense pleasure.
Behind her, Bradley Palmer slammed into her, each thrust shoving her across the
desk.

If
you enjoyed this excerpt, here’s where you can find
Revenge
Sex
, West Coast, Book 1
,
Submitting
to the Boss
, Book 2
, and
The
Boss’s Daughter
, Book 3

More
Erotic Romance by
Jasmine Haynes
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Invitation
to Seduction
,
Open Invitation, Book 1

Invitation
to Pleasure
,
Open Invitation, Book 2

Invitation
to Passion
,
Open Invitation, Book 3

Twisted
by Love
, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1

Kinky
Neighbors

Kinky
Neighbors Two

Double
the Pleasure
, Prescott Twins, Book 1

Skin
Deep
, Prescott Twins, Book 2

Take
Your Pleasure

Take
Your Pick

Anthology:
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What Happens After Dark

The Principal’s Office

Yours for the Night

Hers for the Evening

Mine Until Morning

The Fortune Hunter

Show and Tell

Fair Game

More Than a Night

About the Author

Jasmine Haynes
, Rita Finalist for
Somebody’s
Lover
, plus two-time Holt Medallion and National Readers Choice Award
winner, is the author of over 30 classy, erotic romance tales. Look for
the final book in her popular DeKnight series,
The
Principal's Office
. In 2013, she'll be starting a sexy new series for
Berkley Heat, and there will be more in the
West Coast
series. Of
course, she’s also the author of the award-winning
Max Starr
psychic mystery series. And don’t
miss her writing as
Jennifer Skully
,
KOD Daphne award-winning author of contemporary romance, bringing you poignant
tales peopled with hilarious characters that will make you laugh and make you
cry. Visit her website at
www.jasminehaynes.com
and her blog at
www.jasminehaynes.blogspot.com