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  THE WICKED PLEASURES BUNDLE

  Nine Short Erotic Tales

  WICKED PLEASURES VOLUME 1

  WICKED PLEASURES VOLUME 2

  WICKED PLEASURES VOLUME 3

  Abbie Cole

  THE WICKED PLEASURES BUNDLE

  Copyright © 2012 by Abbie Cole

  Cover design by Abbie Cole

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  Once upon a time…there was a hunger…

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  WORKING STIFF

  CHECK MATE

  WORK IT OUT

  STEAM

  INDECENT EXPOSURE

  RIDE OF MY LIFE

  LOVE IN THE AFTERNOON

  REUNION

  THE LOFT

  WORKING STIFF

  MY LEFT HAND FLEW TO MY MOUTH. “I—I—I’m sorry.” Stepping back until my knees hit a chair. I sink down into the cushions. My God, what is he going to think of me? No man wants a jealous screaming bitch. I finally find a man that I actually want to date and I am being forced to accuse him of cheating after only a few dates. Great way to keep a man, Emma.

  What I assume is an ominous silence fills the room.

  As he walks quietly towards me, I guess he thinks I might try and hit him with my glass because he removes it from my limp fingers before I ever have the chance.

  I know there are rumors that he is a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. I don’t know why I think I can change him, but damn I am willing and able to try.

  “I didn’t sleep with you last night and then sleep with someone else earlier today.” I watch as he glances at his watch in a most exaggerated manner. “I’m good, but not that good.”

  “I realize that now.” My arms cross protectively over my chest, now looking anywhere but at him. “I’m sorry.” My voice sounds teary even to me. Great. “I’m sorry,” I couldn’t stop the words from spewing out.

  He expels a gusty sigh. “I can’t imagine what could have possessed you.”

  Looking straight into his eyes, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have attacked you. I have no reason to attack you.” I might as well chalk this one up to my stupidity and desperation. “I knew the rumors about you, what rights do I have? We went out, we had sex. End of story.”

  “Oh, you don’t want to go out with me anymore? You didn’t enjoy the sex?”

  “That’s not what I said. Of course I enjoyed the sex. I’m not stupid.”

  “What do you want?” His brow lifting in question.

  Jumping up I begin pacing the room. “When I saw her leaving your office…” I groan, now whining. “I wanted to pretend that you weren’t a playboy.”

  “Playboy?” I can’t help but cringe at his chuckle.

  Giving a slight nod and twisting my locket. “Are you denying it?”

  “Nope, my reputation is well deserved, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to have sex with you.”

  Looked at him, I sit back down.

  Looking right back at me, he strides to the door and checks the lock. He is gorgeous. Tall and relaxed as he moves towards me, he appears like a lion stalking its prey. I watch as his athletic thighs thick with muscles flex as he strolls towards me. It is one of the sexiest walks I have ever seen. I imagine wrapping my legs around his hips as he fucks me again and again and again. I want to moan at the sight, but I stifle the sound. Too embarrassed to even believe he would want to have anything to do with me now.

  Giving me a bold, scorching look, he reaches down and starts to pull me to my feet. “You’re one hot woman, Emma.”

  I instinctively take a step backwards, tugging on my hand.

  “Are we dancing now?” I watch the corner of his mouth as it curls in a slow sensual smile.

  “No, I’m…”

  “Shut up,” he interrupts. “I’ve run out of patience.”

  My hand flies to my mouth once again, a wild panic flaring in my eyes; all I can do is hold my breath. A thrill shoots through me. It is so sexy when he takes control. I am so turned on right now. My panties are becoming soaking wet as I wait.

  “Listen carefully, sweetheart.” He clears his throat. I watch his gaze as it settles on my lips. Stepping forward he reaches for my hand and begins squeezing. “I want to fuck you right now. Right here in my office.”

  I just know that I have a dumb look on my face. “In the middle of the day?” I stammer.

  “Oh, yes.” One eyebrow cocking, before his grin turns into a full-fledged smile. “I told you that I’ve dreamed of you for years, watching your tight little ass wander in and out of my office all day makes me harder than steel. You parade through here...”

  “I have never paraded through your office before.” I have, but I wasn’t going to confess it to this arrogant prick.

  “I’m going to fuck you again, Emma.”

  “It’s the middle of a work day, Mark.” I like calling him by his first name. “What if someone needs you?”

  “They can wait.” God, I love it when his mouth quirks up in that sexy lopsided grin. “I hope that after what we shared last night, it would be completely obvious that I want it in every position you can think of. Fucking me to the point that I can barely concentrate or speak for that matter.” My gaze now devouring every morsel of him. All the way from the tip of his head to the bottom of his feet and back up to the growing bulge in front of his khakis. My mouth waters at the thought of his hard length spearing my wet pussy. Controlling me. Making me beg for more. Oh, God.

  “Do you fuck people in your office all the time?” My stomach clenches with anxiety. I need to remember what my New Year’s Resolution is. Take what I want when I want it without question.

  “Not in my office, but I’m not a fucking monk. Of course I’ve fucked other women.” Crossing his arms, his hot gaze bore into mine. I must have fuck me written all over my face. Stepping closer, his hands frame my face just like in the movies. “I’m going to fuck you—now.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m going to fulfill your every fantasy right here on my big—desk.” The last word was just a whisper. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed your attempts around the office trying to get my attention. Day after day your skirts seem to be getting smaller and shorter. You’ve been asking for it for a while.”

  My eyelids flutter closed as he brushes the back of his hand over my cheek, his knuckles softly skimming over my skin causing my body to hum with desire.

  Slowly relaxing into him, my arms sneak under his coat tightening around his lean waist. I can feel the heaviness of his erection pressing into my belly through our clothes.

  Looking up, I see a satisfied grin as he lowers his head at the exact moment I rise on my tiptoes to me
et him. His hand winds around to the nape of my neck pulling me closer. His lips press hot and hungry against my mouth as our tongues find themselves deep in each other’s mouths. The taste of him brings every nerve in my body to life with the unmistakable flare of intense desire that spreads throughout my body.

  His tongue continues plunging forcefully into my mouth, demanding my full participation. Suckling and nibbling my lower lip as if he is a starving man.

  My hands travel up over his shoulders, wrapping my arms around his neck I can’t help but bury my fingers in his hair, his silken strands wrapping around my skin. Stretching up and opening my mouth at an angle, forcing the kiss deeper.

  Kissing me, deeply, the intensity of his masculinity fills my mouth, overwhelming my senses, sending my blood thrumming through my veins with a dizzying, frenzied demand.

  His mouth never leaving mine he lowers his hands as his fingers flex about my waist. Lifting me off the ground, he sits me on the edge of his massive mahogany desk, my hips anchored between his hands.

  Fuck, he picked me up. Fuck, fuck, fuck…I don’t think I can get any more aroused, any wetter.

  Tugging his lips from mine, he starts tracing kisses down my neck. My head now arching back in response so he can lick the thudding pulse at the base of my throat. Letting his hands slide down, around, closing them around the globes of my bottom, kneading my firm flesh, rocking his already throbbing cock into the cradle of my hot, pulsing pussy.

  Inhaling sharply, the lead of my fantasies mouth on my skin, his hands…his breath…dragging my fingertips all the way down his spine I grip his waist tightly, holding on with every ounce of strength I possess, grinding my pussy against him.

  “You have the most amazing ass.”

  “Fuck me.” He released his hold to kneel in front of me on the floor.

  Oh, God. Moisture pools between my legs in anticipation.

  His hands skimming down my thighs, over my knees slowly down until finally his long fingers circle my ankles. Then changing direction and letting his hands lightly skim over my legs until he puts his hands over my knees and pushes my legs open.

  “Ah.”

  The scent of my arousal coiling through the air as it feeds my most primal need. Slowly he slides his hands in the front of my thighs, touching my bare skin, wrenching them even wider. His fingers move, touching intimately, a feeling of intense pleasure flashes over me.

  There is no doubt that I’m hot, damp and ready for him. His long fingers move aside my soaked panties sliding effortless into me with hot, delicious friction. I am dripping wet. Withdrawing his fingers, leaning in to nuzzle the hollow between my legs, his hot breath burns me. Inhaling deeply, he tugs me forward until my plump, pink wetness is now within reach of his salivating mouth.

  “I’m going to eat you alive.”

  Holding my breath, I find that I can’t control my squirming hips as his hands and mouth roam over my sensitized flesh. I whimper unable to say more.

  Finally his tongue rasps against my skin, tracing my swollen flesh, parting my softness to taste me, his tongue dances over me, flicking with rapid strokes before penetrating. I can’t help but close my eyes, absorbing his every touch. The feel of his mouth, each stroke of his agile tongue until sucking my clit into his mouth and nibbling hungrily as he swallows my juices.

  “Oh, fuck me.” I hear myself purr as I fall back on my elbows, opening myself up. “Scandalous…” I am so turned on my body gushes, drenching his face.

  Raising his head, his mouth glistens with my nectar. His tongue snakes out to capture the drops from his lips. I see his wicked smile and without a single word he spreads me even wider, nuzzling my moist, sensitive folds as his tongue finds my entrance and thrusts deep into my sex, enthusiastically opening me with his mouth to feast on me eagerly, tasting me fully, tormenting me with his teeth and tongue.

  “Please.” I scrape my fingers into his hair, encouraging him to continue, arching wildly, my movements frantic, my breathing ragged. Pressing my pussy against his face increasing the pleasure until I cry out as my orgasm explodes, ripping through me; I shatter into a million pieces, falling back panting, boneless, uttering little cries. My hands land palm-down on the desk, limp, useless.

  Rising and unfastening his belt, he drops his pants, releasing the rigid, throbbing length of his cock, lifting one of my knees, then the other, his palm traces a pattern over my thigh down my legs once again until his fingers clamp around my ankles. Lifting my feet he removes my shoes and tosses them to the floor before planting my feet flat on the top of the desk. Hooking his hands behind my knees, he tugs me even closer to the edge.

  Leaning over me, running his hand from my collarbone down the valley of my breasts until his hand splayed across my belly. I can feel my stomach jump as quivers of anticipation leap under his firm palm. I am ready for him to bury himself deep inside of me. I was ready for him five minutes ago. His hand grips the base of his cock, pumping his huge shaft a couple of times before guiding the head of his erection into my plump cleft, my swollen flesh surrounds his erection as he sinks himself deep in with one powerful thrust.

  Crying out, my entire body softens and opens to take him, to sheath him inside me. My head shaking from side to side, pressing my feet flat on the desk, arching my back as I cry out, squeezing him, my muscles tighten at his invasion.

  Cupping my breasts through my shirt, he moves his thumbs over my engorged nipples, cotton and flesh sliding back and forth in a delicious friction. His mouth closes hotly around one cotton-covered nipple sending a surge of response lower down, between my legs, my juices coating his cock. Raising my shirt, he tugs down my bra, my pink puckered nipples exposed to his hungry eyes. He dips his head and puts his mouth on my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth while thrusting into me slow and hard. The steady suckling of his mouth keeps perfect time with each stroke of his cock.

  I bite my lip with each pounding of his hard cock as we fuck.

  Dark waves wash over me as throbbing spasms radiate out from inside. His strokes quicken as my legs wrap around his hips. I press into his turgid length, feeling the bright pressure building as every inch of his cock thrusts in and out. Tightening until it suddenly comes to a crashing end as waves of pleasure convulse deep within me.

  “God.” The word comes out as a breathless shudder before my fractured cry of pleasure threatens to summon the entire office.

  He is good. He captures my cries with a long, hard and deep kiss. His tongue thrust deep in my mouth, ravishing, probing, hot and unrelenting. Even my fantastic orgasm is not enough to assuage my incredible hunger for him.

  He continues filling me, driving deep within me one last time, and then he stills, groaning as his liquid heat shoots into me in thick, gushing spurts. Struggling to take in air, I fight to clear my wits.

  Dropping his head, he rests on my stomach.

  I can feel the harshness of his breathing, the feel of his chest rise and fall. Sucking in a breath, I take in slow even drags of air in an attempt to slow my own heartbeat.

  We both jump when a quick knock suddenly interrupts us.

  Cursing. “Yes?” His lips twitch.

  “Your meeting started five minutes ago.” His secretary calls anxiously through the door.

  Gasping, I push up to a seated position, a flush staining my cheeks.

  He grins at me, and gives a helpless shrug. “I’ll be there in just a minute.” He shoves his shirt into his pants before he fastens them.

  Trying unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle, he assists by fastening his mouth over mine keeping the kiss light—teasing, tantalizing. Lifting his head, he grins at me again.

  “Yes, Mr. Clayton.”

  He tugs down my skirt and straightens my shirt. Extending his hand he helps me down from the desk.

  “Duty calls.”

  CHECK MATE

  AS I TIPTOE DOWN THE STAIRS I QUIETLY SLIP INTO THE LIBRARY. Leaning back nervously on the closed door, I slowly begin surveying the room only
stopping as I spot him sitting casually on the floor by the fire. I knew I had read him correctly when we were talking in the hotel bar earlier.

  Swallowing thickly, as I watch his eyes follow my nervous glide across the room.

  “I thought you might like to play chess with me.” He flashes a boyish grin in my direction. “You are a very intelligent woman and I thought you may turn out to be a worthy opponent.”

  “Well, I am sorry to disappoint, but I’ve only played chess twice in my entire life.” I grin back. “But if you would like we can certainly still play.”

  I graciously take the glass of wine he pours for me. Lounging negligently on his side he props himself up with his hand; reeking of raw masculinity.

  The soft glow of the fire surrounds us, casting a warm haze.

  I watch him suppress a grin. Almost laughing as I sit on the rug in front of the fireplace without revealing all of my secrets to him at one time.

  I’m sure I have a quizzical look in my eye, “Why are you alone?” I wrap my arms around my legs, laying my chin atop my knees waiting for his reply.

  “You certainly don’t beat around the bush,” he drawls. The look in his eye tells me that he is enjoying my bluntness.

  “Why should I?” I return his frank gaze. “After all you kissed me already in the bar. Why shouldn’t I be allowed a barely personal question?” I raise my brow. “Why should I pretend that we aren’t more intimately acquainted?”

  Choking on his wine, I enjoy watching his sputtering reply, “Touché!”

  Rolling onto his back, he puts his hands behind his head once again. “Hmmm…” He shot a serious look at me through the corner of his eye. “I’m at a seminar, not on a date.”

  “Oh pooh! What kind of reply is that…?” Pausing, I find myself completely amazed at how unexpectedly and easily distracted I am by the swirl of dark hair peeping out of the deep V of his shirt.