What Goes Up by Celia Kyle
The creators of Mission Impossible would be proud. After weeks of preparation, spying, bribing, and generally underhanded behavior, Ashley’s about to get her reward: Trevor. The man’s stubborn but she’s prepared to out-stubborn him. He doesn’t have a chance. Maybe mighty Trevor had risen the corporate ladder over her, but Ashley’s grandma always said, “What goes up must come down.” And Ashley’s going to make darned sure that Trevor would be going down — in this elevator with her, and if she just happened to be dressed in her new Domme wear…well, then he can go down in a whole different way.
Heavenly Bodies by Renae Johnson
Samantha Beasley’s life is great. She has a job she loves performing stand up comedy, a house she recently bought and a brand new Prius sitting in her garage. Too bad that life is over due to a blender malfunction that left her dead and standing in front of the Pearly Gates — and an angel so hot he should be a male Victoria’s Secret model.
Adam’s sent back to earth to protect Samantha and keep her from dying again. His plan of action? Keep her locked up in her house — and away from all blenders — for the next twelve hours. Samantha has a different plan: teach the angel a few new tricks, and make heaven a place on earth.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/intercourse, BDSM, male/male sexual practices, ménage (m/m/f, m/f/m).
What the fuck was he going to do? Trevor stared at his fucking, walking wet dream and tried to snap back to reality, only to realize this was reality. He was truly stuck in an elevator with his ex-but-he-wished-she-wasn’t girlfriend, Ashley. Not only were they stuck in the small space, but she was dressed in the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen her wear in the years he’d known her or six months they’d dated. Hell, all of his fantasies and their role-playing had never conjured this.
Ashley’s long blonde curls were pulled into a tight ponytail. Instead of relying on her natural beauty as she usually did, her eyes were accented by a thin line of black eyeliner and her lips… Damn, he loved those lips… Her lips were covered in bright red lipstick. What he wouldn’t give to have them on his cock right now.
Trevor shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking anything about Ashley or his cock. He’d broken up with her months ago for both their benefits. What the hell was she doing?
More importantly, why the hell had she decided to encase her curves in leather, lace, and thigh-high boots? Lord, he really would lose his load in his pants. Damn. He hadn’t done that since his teens.
Trevor took a closer look at his one-time love and his dick throbbed in his slacks. Her breasts, large and pale, were encased in a black leather corset. Laced tightly around her abdomen, it pushed the luscious mounds high so they almost spilled from the cups. He wanted to bury his face between them, licking one side and then the other before capturing her nipples. And he remembered exactly how much her nipples enjoyed his mouth. A lot. Then he’d toy with the nubs and slip tiny clamps on the hardened bits of flesh, just the way she liked.
The corset accentuated her waist and the flare of her wide hips. How he loved to pound her from behind, gripping her hips and smacking her ass as he fucked her. His now erect cock jerked at the memory. Lace panties shielded the juncture of her thighs from his view, but he imagined she still kept her lower curls trimmed short. Memories…
Then her legs, ah, her legs were tied into thigh-high boots with the highest heels he’d ever seen. His Ashley had a great set of legs, too. Curvy and lush, but still toned. When she wrapped them around his waist, he never once thought of her as anything other than strong and fit, regardless of the extra cushion she carried. Without it, she’d be a thin stick, and he loved every single curve she carried. Well, only if every curve she carried wasn’t standing in front of him dressed only in leather, lace, and a smile.
“What the --”
She pushed him. Honest to God, he didn’t know how to react and simply backed up as she moved toward him, crowding him into the corner until his back collided with the polished steel wall. If they touched more than they were now with her hand on his chest, he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself. Strike that, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He still loved the woman with all his heart. He just couldn’t have her.
“I didn’t ask you a question or give you permission to speak, did I?” She arched her eyebrow and he couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. Instead of answering, he shook his head. She obviously had something to say and he’d let her. As long as she got it said. Because soon, the temptation of her being so close would overwhelm him and he’d start barking out orders. As if he had the right any longer.
“I’m tired, Trevor. I’m tired of you doing what you think is best without consulting me. You got promoted and you decided it would be in both our interests to sever our ties so other people wouldn’t talk about the boss dating an employee.” She poked him in the chest and he gripped the elevator railings. She didn’t realize it, but she was poking a bear, not a man. “Well, I’ve come to a decision.” She planted her hands on her hips and her breasts jiggled in their leather confines. He ached to pull her into his arms. “You’re mine. Period. None of your bullshit excuses will placate me or make me change my mind. I’ve decided and that’s that.” She nodded her head with a quick jerk of her chin that sent her ponytail swinging behind her. “You belong to me now and I’ll be damned if I let you go.”
Trevor reached for her, unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, but froze in mid-movement. “I wouldn’t, Trevor. Don’t move a muscle until I give you permission. I’m damn pissed at you and your behavior. This is about you agreeing to my demands, not you making them, bucko.”
Knowing when to keep his mouth shut and when to speak up was one of the reasons he’d advanced so far at Garrison Corporation. Trevor kept his lips pressed together and hands planted firmly on the rails, waiting for his soon-to-be fiancée’s next move. He’d already decided on their future the moment the elevator doors opened. The second he caught sight of her the feelings he’d buried deep in his heart sprung to the surface. Two months. Two months ago he’d ended their relationship and it had been two months too long.
A woman who would strip nearly naked to surprise him in an elevator after work and who he happened to love more than life itself was too precious to let slip through his fingers again. Truth of the matter was he’d missed her and he’d been kicking himself ever since he’d ended the relationship. Now, it appeared she was ordering him to give their relationship another chance, whether he deserved it or not, and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.
Ashley closed what little distance remained between them until her breasts brushed his chest, and not for the first time, he wished they were both naked. He wanted nothing more than to feel her smooth skin against his. But she had other plans.
“I’ve come to a decision, Trevor. You can’t be trusted.” She punctuated her statement with a nod.
He shook his head. He hadn’t become the Chief Financial Officer of Garrison Corporation without earning someone’s trust along the way. Millions passed through his fingers daily.
“No, you can’t. You’ve proven your inability to make important personal decisions in the way you ended our relationship, as if it were in both our interests.” She snorted and shook her head. “It wasn’t and you made me realize that in the business world, your decisions are sound and almost always right.” That was more like it. “But in your personal life, you can’t be trusted to make good judgment calls. So I’ve taken the burden from your shoulders. As of this moment, I’m in charge and you’re not going to say a word in protest, are you? You know why? ‘Cause you’re not allowed. So there.”
She wouldn’t let him get in a word edgewise. Not that he’d disagree with her at this point. They could talk about the balance in their relationship, and his stupidity, once they got out of the elevator.
“Are you listening to me?”
He nodded. He wasn’t an idiot. Okay, he was, but not anymore.
“So you don’t object?”
He shook his head, afraid to speak. The fear truly kicked in when she smiled with a hint of evil intent and pure pleasure in her eyes. Now he knew for sure he’d do whatever she desired.
“So drop.” He didn’t have to be asked twice. Score! The love of his life waltzed back into his world and wanted to give him a blowjob. God surely was looking out for him today. Without hesitation, he began tugging at his belt, anxious to free his cock as it seemed intent on burrowing through the fabric of his slacks. “You have to take off your pants to eat me?”
Wait. He’d missed something. Something vitally important now that he examined his situation. The previously evil- and pleasure-filled woman before him now appeared…just evil. Evil was not good. Not good at all, considering that now when he tried to put the pieces together all signs pointed to Ashley pulling the Dominatrix card. He swallowed hard, trying to remember what she’d blabbered on about while he’d been staring at her breasts. He really should have paid attention. Really.
Ashley pushed his hands aside, easing the end of the belt back through his pants loop and righting his clothes. She even went so far as to straighten his tie. “Let me go over it again for those of us in the room who weren’t paying attention the first time around. You” -- she poked him in the chest, right in the middle of his favorite Ferragamo tie -- “will listen to me.” The bright red fingernail eased from his chest, and she trailed her fingers along the curve of her breasts. He licked his lips and his cock throbbed in his slacks. “You lost the privilege of making decisions for yourself when you ended our relationship without due cause. As punishment, you will not receive sexual fulfillment until or unless I do. And at no point are your hands to be used in any way. After which, we will put this elevator in motion and allow it to venture to the first floor. Then we will go to my home, and we’ll move on from there as long as you’ve behaved yourself until that point. Are we clear?”
Trevor swallowed past the lump in his throat.
I am so fucked.