Mid Week Tease: The No Frat Clause #MidWeekTease #MWTease
Happy Wednesday, folks! I’m running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything packed for Wild Wicked Weekend (more on that to follow in another post), so today I’m teasing you with a hot new romance from H.K. Carlton — enjoy this snippet from her delightful office romance The No Frat Clause.
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Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.
Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She’s smart, young, and gorgeous. It’s hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.
So much for the No Frat Policy.
All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the lift jerked.
Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”
Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a rock-hard handful.
I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.
“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.
“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds ticked by and nothing happened.
“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling.
“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right, we should have taken the stairs.”
“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.
I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.
Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to panic.
“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms.
She melted into me.
“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re in here.”
“No, I left mine at the office. You?”
“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It’s down here by our feet somewhere.”
A ringing noise made us both jump.
I released her and groped in the dark until I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped tone.
“What’s your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice barked.
“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.”
“We’re working on getting you down. Try not to panic.”
“All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary lighting?”
“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.”
“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I hung up.
From the awkward way I’d been leaning, I straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn thing. “Where’d ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”
“I’m searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt.
Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us.
The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me.
Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.
In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful proportions.
Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted.
In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more.
“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”
About H.K. Carlton
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.
I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.
Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.
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