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Blue Moon Magic
Honey Jans
Excerpt:
Charity rushed back to her office
in the IT department, cheeks flaming. At least one of the Langford sisters was
getting laid on a regular basis. But really, catching Chas and Justin making
love in the executive washroom was just plain embarrassing. Even worse, it
brought home to her the sex she wasn’t having. Now she was the one taking pains
to keep her fantasy life private.
Passing
her staff, she avoided eye contact only to come upon the immovable object of
her guard dog, Lucas Kendal. The PI sat at a desk across from her office where
he could keep an eye on her. The work she’d assigned him as a cover sat ignored.
Instead, he read an issue of Sports Illustrated; no doubt the swimsuit issue.
It was a wonder he hadn’t followed her into the ladies room.
The man
practically oozed sex appeal. Her lips tingled as she stared at him. What might
he taste like? She’d love to find out; maybe nibble his square jaw, and dip her
tongue into that cute cleft in his chin. “Down, girl,” she muttered in
self-recrimination. He’s hired to look after you, not teach you the joys of sex
at your old maid age of thirty-two. Just then, he looked up, snagging her gaze,
his quirked brow telling her he’d guessed her thoughts.
Cheeks
flaming anew, she quickly shut the door and locked it. Thank goodness, she had
her mystery Laird to dim the flames. This sexual itch, combined with the series
of hacking attacks she’d thwarted, threatened to drive her crazy. Ending the
barrage of attacks with her fireball program had made enemies. The pissed off
hackers sent death threats, prompting her father to hire Kendal, who made her
want to knock him to the floor and do him. It was a vicious cycle, one she
couldn’t break.
Throwing
off those troubling thoughts, she peeled off the jacket of her business suit,
loving the way her silk blouse felt against her bare skin, and rushed over to
her computer, late for a date with her cyber Master. She had two hours until
she had to leave for her staff’s annual weekend getaway to the IT conference. A
weekend far away from her annoying babysitter would be wonderful. Maybe she
could hook up with a charming stranger in Las Vegas, sow a few wild oats, and
get this desire for sex out of her system.
She
slipped into her desk chair and reached for the keyboard. Her excitement
building, she logged on to the online sex site she’d discovered last week and
looked for his screen name. Yes! He was there. Wolf. A thrill went through her.
She logged on as Honey and put on her headset, saying softly, “I’m here, my
Laird.”
“Follow
me to our private room.”
She
shivered, hearing his sexy rumble; a thick brogue that rushed over her like warm
honey, making her cream as she imagined what was coming. Sex with a guy wearing
a kilt -- now, that had kinky possibilities. With guilty pleasure, she
murmured, “Yes, my Laird.” She could surrender to her online master, get off,
and still maintain an illusion of icy reserve.
“How
many times did you touch yourself today, Honey?”
His
demand to know how many times she’d played with herself made her hesitate.
Hell, the man wouldn’t know one way or another if she told the truth or a lie.
After a tense moment, she let out a sigh of surrender. Here comes the Langford
upbringing again…finish what you start and never lie to anyone about anything.
Blushing, she confessed, “Six, my Laird.” His chuckle made her squirm in her
chair; she was going to get punished. Good. She thought about the vibrator in
her desk drawer; maybe he’d make her come three times in a row like last time.
“What a
naughty girl not to wait for Master’s permission.”
His
scolding echoed her thoughts. Why couldn’t she control herself? “I’m sorry,
Sir.” She shivered with delight, getting into the secret fantasy.
“Did
you obey my instructions, Honey?”
She
brushed her bare breasts through her silk blouse, loving the free, sensual
feeling of forgoing her usual bra and panties. “Yes, Laird, I’m not wearing
underwear.”
He took
in a deep breath. “Good girl. Unbutton your blouse for me and play with your
pretty tits.”
“Yes,
my Laird.” Her hands quickly flew to do his bidding, slipping the ivory buttons
out of their buttonholes until her blouse hung open. The air conditioning
wafted a cool breeze over her budding nipples. With a sigh of pleasure, she
cupped her full breasts and fanned her fingertips over the puckered nipples,
murmuring at the pleasure. “I’m playing with them, Laird.”
“Excellent.
Imagine it’s my big hands touching them, getting your nipples hard.”
Closing
her eyes, she pictured her mystery Laird, imagining her soft hands becoming his
larger, harder ones, his rough fingertips rolling her stiff nipples. “My
nipples are so very hard for you, Laird.”
“Now
pinch them for me, Honey, a small punishment for being late.”
She
pinched them firmly, whimpering at the erotic feeling.
“Good
girl, now spread your legs and touch your pussy. Let me know if it’s wet for
me.”
She
leaned back in her big desk chair and spread her legs, her hand reaching under
her skirt to touch her hot pussy. Her clit was stiff, her pussy quivering, and
wet. She rubbed it, moaning. “I’m wet, Sir.”
“Good.
Play with that bad pussy; make it nice and creamy for me, but don’t come.”
She
stroked her wet slit, her thumb rubbing her stiff clit. She couldn’t hold back
a moan as she got nearer to orgasm.
“Imagine
it’s my hand touching you, my fingers slipping inside you, getting you ready to
be loved.”
“Yes,
my Laird. I’m imagining it’s you. When can we meet for real?” she asked,
desperate for a taste of the real thing.
“When I
think you’re ready, Honey, and not before.”
She groaned at his rejection, but
it didn’t stop her hot response to his commands, or her growing need for him.
“Do you
like the way it feels when my fingers slip inside you?”
She
panted, her pussy clenching on her fingers as he spoke. “Oh yes, Laird, very
much.”
“Now
stop.”
Trembling
on the brink of a huge orgasm, her fingers went still at his command. “Please,
Sir.”
“No.
You’re being punished for playing with yourself earlier. I’ll talk to you
tomorrow.”
Charity
moaned as he disconnected and tried to stop, but couldn’t. Her fingers plunged
into her wet pussy, pretending they were her mystery Laird’s. Ripples gathered,
and she exploded into orgasm. She was dimly aware of her office door opening as
she came.
Lucas
Kendal stood inside Charity Langford’s office doorway blocking anyone passing
by from ogling his beautiful she-wolf mate in the throes of passion. Still
shaken by the culture shock of being rescued by the Elite, only to have his
half-brother Lash killed in the raid, he was still trying to get his bearings.
The cyber sex he’d initiated to get her ready for mating had backfired, making
him frustrated and horny as hell. Keeping his promise to take Lash’s place as
Charity’s mate -- and not succumb to her charms -- was going to be harder than
he’d thought. That wasn’t the only thing hard, he thought ruefully, his cock
throbbing.
He'd
protect her; teach her passion, and who she was before she dumped him. He was
no more than a stud. Hell, he ought to be used to it after the Betas’ breeding
farm. After the danger of the Blue Moon was past, her father would choose a
more suitable husband for her, and he would move on, ever moving in the shadowy
world of the Alphas. Still, he couldn’t help watching her in the throes of an
orgasm he’d initiated.
Charity’s
beautiful face was flushed with passion, her headset still in place, her eyes
shut, as the extended orgasm swept her away. His hunter’s gaze focused hungrily
on her beautiful bare breasts, the pink nipples like ripe strawberries. How he
ached to taste them. The sweet sound of ecstasy pouring from her full red lips
was like music to his ears, and like an aphrodisiac to any rogue wolf within a
sixty-yard radius. This was no longer about a turf war between wolfen
societies. From the moment he’d met her two weeks ago this had turned very
personal.
What a
naughty girl to disobey him and keep playing with herself. She was so
exquisitely responsive; it was hard for him to restrain his animal instincts.
He itched to take her over his knee in retribution and then make love to her
until she couldn’t think straight. “Want me to take care of that for you,
love?” he asked, working hard to keep the sibilant hiss of his Scot’s ancestry
out of his voice. It wouldn’t do for her to guess that he and her Laird were one
and the same. He watched her big violet eyes pop open.
Lucas
smiled as her mouth formed a perfect “O” of shock, but true to her royal
status, her dismay soon was replaced by an imperious glare.
“Who
gave you a key to my office?” she demanded, quickly pulling her hand out from
under her skirt and reaching for her blouse.
He
kicked shut the door and held up his bare hands. “Look, love, no key. The door
was unlocked.” He didn’t bother mentioning his fully developed skills gave him
powers she’d never dreamed of. Opening a locked door was easy. He’d walk
through fire to get to her and keep her safe. He closed the distance between
them, noting her trembling hands as she buttoned her blouse. The lady wasn’t as
unperturbed as she pretended to be. Good, it suited him to keep her off
balance. “We need to talk about this weekend.”
“Save
your breath, Kendal, I’m going.”
“Have
it your way,” he murmured, focusing on her stiff nipples showing clearly
through her silk blouse. “I’ll have to go with you.”
Noting
the direction of his stare, she scowled and swiveled her desk chair so that her
back was to him. She stood and put on her blazer. “I’ll see you at the airport,
then.”
“It
doesn’t work that way and you know it. I’ve arranged transport for us. I’ll be
here to collect you in half an hour,” he said, walking out of the room. For all
his sexual experience, he couldn’t help feeling like the vulnerable one.
About the Author:
Honey Jans lives in a small Midwestern town with her husband and true inspiration. She is a born romantic with an extraordinarily vivid, yet kinky, imagination. Honey loves writing erotica and hopes that her stories add a little spice to her readers lives.
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