Keyboards and Kink

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Book: Keyboards and Kink by Raven McAllan, Vanessa Devereaux, Kassanna, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Danica Avet, Annalynne Russo, Jorja Lovett, Carolyn Rosewood, Sandra Bunio, Casey Moss, Xandra James, Eve Meridian Read Free Book Online
Authors: Raven McAllan, Vanessa Devereaux, Kassanna, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Danica Avet, Annalynne Russo, Jorja Lovett, Carolyn Rosewood, Sandra Bunio, Casey Moss, Xandra James, Eve Meridian
Tags: Romance
opening it and
heading inside.
    It was the first time she’d seen him up close since
the company Christmas party four months ago. He seemed to get
better looking every time she saw him. As usual he wore navy blue
pants, a white shirt and a dark blue tie.
    “Come in and shut the door,” he said.
    Jenny did and hovered by it.
    “Pull up a chair.”
    She sat directly in front of him and crossed her
legs, causing her raincoat to part, putting her knees and lower
thighs on full display. He didn’t take his eyes off them.
    Oh yeah, he’ll be putty in my hands.
    “Mr. Corbett. You wanted to see me.”
    “What, oh yes. I happened to walk by your desk and
noticed your screen.” He was still looking at her legs.
    “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have been doing that
sort of thing at work.”
    “You know the rules.”
    “I’ve got no excuse, really I don’t, and I can assure
you it won’t happen ever again.”
    That’s it, plead your case and if that doesn’t work,
you have plan B.
    “It’s not as simple as that. If I make an exception
for you then I have to do it for everyone and we’d have total chaos
at Corbett Enterprises.”
    Jenny stood and walked around the front of his desk
and leaned her butt up against its edge.
    “I can give you a free night of my services if you
look the other way.”
    She eased herself up on his desk and crossed her
legs. Hoping he’d see what he’d be missing if he said no.
    “Ms. Rasley…”
    “Yes.”
    She pulled on his tie, bringing his face close to
hers. Luckily she hadn’t eaten any of the hotdog and didn’t smell
like garlic and onions.
    He closed his eyes, their mouths now mere inches from
one another.
    “Please, Mr. Corbett,” she said.
    He didn’t say anything but then she kissed him.
    Jenny expected him to pull away and shout for her to
get her butt out of his office and that she was more than fired,
but instead he opened his mouth to hers and they seemed to melt
together. Just like in her fantasy, she ran her fingers through the
little waves in his hair.
    The real thing was so much better than the scene that
had played in her head over and over again.
    She finally pulled away and looked him in those
beautiful greenish eyes.
    “You really want to do this?” he asked.
    Jenny ran her finger along his jawline. “I really
do.”
    It was true. Even if losing her job didn’t factor
into it, she wanted the two of them to fool around and have some
fun.
    He closed his eyes and Jenny could see he’d taken a
deep breath.
    “Everything has to be by my rules.”
    “Absolutely, you’re the client tonight.”
    “And you realize I’ll have to give you some
punishment for breaking company rules?”
    She nodded, wondering just what that would be and if
it would be fun.
    Jenny scooted back on his desk and crossed her legs
again.
    Ian used his index finger and made circles around her
kneecap. A small and insignificant movement but Jenny couldn’t
believe how erotic it felt. Must be his fingers .
    “Are you wearing stockings instead of pantyhose?” he
asked.
    She guessed he’d spotted the tops of the stockings
peeking out under the hem of her dress.
    “Yes.”
    “Part of the job?”
    If only he knew the truth. She’d put her finger
through the only pair of pantyhose she had left in the drawer so
the stockings were her last resort besides coming to work bare
legged.
    “Clients like them.”
    “I’m sure they do,” he said.
    “How about you?”
    “They’ve always been my favorites. Pantyhose just
don’t do it for me.”
    He pushed his hand up under her dress and ran his
fingers underneath their lace tops.
    “They don’t have straps,” he said.
    “The elastic holds them up. Are you
disappointed?”
    He shook his head. “Not at all. Just more to get in
my way.”
    “So where do you want to start?”
    “I think you should take off your dress but put the
raincoat back on for me. I really like it on you.”
    Jenny stood and slipped it off. She didn’t take

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