Free Master of Pleasure by Adriana Hunter

 
    Falling for the boss had never been part of
her job description, but Zara couldn’t seem to help herself. Chase
Morgan was simply the hottest male she’d ever seen.
     
    Unfortunately, he barely knew she existed
outside her role of secretary. And when she finally catches his
attention, she wonders what she’d need to do to keep it. Soon she
finds herself willing, and able, to meet even his wildest
demands…
     
    * * *
     
    They were at his place, and he was fixing her
a drink. She looked round at the living room with interest. The
whole art deco thing was really cool; this was no bachelor pad but
a real, lived-in kind of home, with lots of room and a calming
atmosphere. So why wasn’t she calm?
    “Thank you,” she said when he handed her the
cocktail. She took a hasty gulp, and then had to cough, forcing off
the nerves. But then he sat right next to her, and her calm
nosedived once again. He’d taken off his jacket and was now in his
blue dress shirt, unbuttoned at the column of his throat.
    “Nervous?” he asked softly almost in her ear,
as one arm was slung behind her over the top of the couch.
    She paused before answering his question.
“I’m…not sure. Should I be?”
    “You’re in my lair, Zara. Maybe you’re right
to be a little jumpy. You never know what may happen.” His words
were slightly teasing, a mere drawl, but the factuality in them
caused a thumping to start in her chest. She felt him take her
glass from her now stiff fingers, placing it next to his on a
nearby coffee table.
    Despite what he’d said, she didn’t feel even
the least bit threatened. He was the most dangerously handsome,
irresistible man she’d ever met, and she could understand why her
body yearned for him. True, Zara had felt passion and desire
before. But never like this.
    No man had ever overtaken her senses so much
that just with his voice; he brewed a sense of longing deep within
her feminine core. This longing swirled between her thighs like a
molten pot, slickening her secret places with anticipation. She
felt his breath linger sensuously on the back of her neck. One hand
lay casually across the back of the couch, the other on his lap, so
he wasn’t touching her in any way. Except with his lips, which now
trailed the length of her nape.
    This first act of intimacy was electrifying;
it made her acutely aware of him even more than before. His
maleness, his firm yet appealing persona, made her acknowledge that
he was the man, and she the woman. In many ways, she longed for him
to show her the essence of this distinction.
    “The things I want to do to you,” he said
huskily, teasing the tiny hairs on her skin with his stirring
voice, “…And the things I want you to do to me…” She heard him draw
in a ragged breath, then he added, “I will have you, Zara. I will
make you mine, completely. It’s something I’ve always imagined, and
wanted. Needed with a passion that blots out everything
else. Even now with you so close, inhaling your delicious scent,
has got me rock hard. Do you have any idea what if feels like to
want someone so bad?”
    Zara’s senses were reeling from the
sensations created by his words, his nearness. “I think I do,” she
breathed, or more like gasped, since she was hardly capable of
taking in any air. His words shocked and thrilled her. She sat
quite still; savoring the feel of his lips pressing on her
sensitive skin with those hard, warm kisses.
    Oh, she definitely had an idea of what he
meant. She’d felt it from the very first day she’d seen him.
Even then she knew he’d have the power to take away her very
individuality. Deep down inside, she knew she’d be ready to do
whatever he asked. That was why she’d concealed her feelings so
much in the past. That was why she’d acted the prim and proper
secretary, never even letting herself hope. Because she was afraid
of what would happen if she gave in totally to her own desires.
    “Zara. Look at me.”
    His soft words made her