Category: Romance Publisher: Rae Winters LLC
ISBN-10: B005064XJ8
Type: Fiction
Copyright: Aug. 20, 2008
Romance Series, Book One
Reese Lakewood romantic dinner for two goes up in smoke when she discovers her boyfriend, Vincent, in his office banging his best friend, Michael. Devastated, she falls into the arms of the security guard, Morgan Jeffries. In one unforgettable night, Reese’s life kaleidoscope after a series of events, and pushes her into another man’s arms.
Excerpt
I slid my BMW right next to his apple red, Lexus, parked in his assigned spot.
“Yes! He’s here.”
Morgan, the security guard greeted me. He happily signed me into the building. There was also a sparkle in his eyes when he glanced down my body.
My raincoat had opened to reveal a little more than he should have seen.
He got a quick peek at my ample breasts. I watched his mouth open, and his tongue greedily skimmed across his lips.
“Vincent is in for quite a surprise,” he whispered into my ear. “If he can’t do the job, I’m right down here for you, Ms. Reese Lakewood,” he smirked.
Tucking my coat back into place I said, “Vincent can do the job. Thank you very much.”
I found myself running toward the elevator to escape his piercing, undressing, and possessive smoky-gray orbs.
The man was a player. At six-foot-two, he was a milk chocolate Adonis. His body was sculpted in all of the right places, but I wasn’t interested in his games. For the past year, every time I stopped by Vincent’s office, Morgan, the security guard was always talking to a different woman.
Does the man ever work?
He knew I was committed to Vincent, and yet, he still insisted on these games. I have a man, and I’m perfectly happy with him.
The elevator slowly climbed toward the eighteenth floor and my needs spiraled as I got closer to the sources of my release. I glanced at my watch which now showed it was nine P.M., and only Vincent would be caught at the office, on a Friday evening of a three-day weekend.
The soft ping from the elevator rang when it reached the eighteenth floor. Plush carpet silenced my steps, as the black stiletto I was wearing heel sank into the pile. The floor was quiet—not a soul in sight. Even the cleaning crew had finished for the day. I was alone in the hallway as I walked eagerly toward his corner office.
I heard moans and groans coming from Vincent’s office as my hands nervously turned the knob to the door. That could only mean one thing: He had another woman in his office, and he had been tapping someone else. No wondered he never complained by my preoccupied with business. But what I found was Michael, Vincent’s best friend, lying on the couch—the same one we had used many times making love. Michael was on top of Vincent, pumping vigorously. They were so into the act that they hadn’t realized they were no longer alone in the room.
Stunned, I stood there mesmerized by two men having sex.
“Michael, pumped harder!”
Michael grounded his erection into Vincent’s ass.
Vincent ragged cries intensified when he was about to come, and like a woman who liked to punish herself, I inched closer to see it all. Their eyes were closed as Vincent held his shaft—thick and enlarged—enveloped inside of a condom, stroking himself. Michael grounded into him one final time, shuddered and released. Vincent was not far behind him as he cried out Michael’s name.
I’d seen enough, and quietly backed out of the office, running down the hallway as the tears ran amuck down my cheeks. When the elevator ping and the doors opened, I bolted inside—into the arms of the security guard—Mr. “Player Himself” Morgan.
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