Most everyone has to work. We spend most of our time there. Sometimes it’s hard and not fun. A workplace romance can spice up the endless drudgery of a dead-end job. Especially when the object of desire is the boss. The thought of having a sexy man in a position of power run the bedroom is irresistible indeed.
In my latest release, Sadie’s Surrender, Sadie can’t face a future of shucking oysters. Lucky for her, Henry runs the oyster plant and he’s had his eye on her. They try to keep things strictly business, but you can imagine how that turned out. Check out the excerpt below for a sneak peek of their “business” boat trip.
Sadie’s Surrender by Afton Locke
Oyster Harbor ~ where passion and race collide
Release Date: 16 May 2015
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After her husband leaves her for another woman, Sadie Johnson feels unattractive. Unable to face a dreary future of shucking oysters and living with her critical mother, she dreams of being a businesswoman. But in 1936, opportunities for women of color in Oyster Island are limited.
An oysterman at heart, Henry Rockfield would rather sail than run the local branch of his brother’s oyster company. He’s not happy about belonging to the town Klan either, but he’ll do anything to keep the peace and help his family.
When sassy Sadie proves she can run the plant, he can’t resist putting her secretly in charge so he can return to the sea. But when desire resurrects a tragic mistake from his past, he learns business and pleasure are a dangerous mix. When racial conflict hits home, forcing them to choose between love and duty, will Sadie surrender?
Sadie’s Surrender – Copyright © Afton Locke, 2015
Because one of them had to drive the boat, their passion couldn’t go any further. It was enough. Henry kissed and caressed her like he truly desired her. Anything more would complicate their lives.
His fingers dug into her backside, hungry and possessive. Her hips danced with the waves, pulling her hot, wet panties across her aching folds. The throb of the engine vibrated up each leg, straight to her clitoris. Her thighs trembled, desperate to spread and guide him into her soaked depths.
“I can smell your musk through the salt air.” He ground against her. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”
She moaned into the wind. Her nipples hardened, stiff enough to bore holes through Leroy’s old shirt.
“We have to drive the boat. Besides, I’m sure you can find someone prettier and smaller when you decide to be with a woman again.”
“If you belittle yourself one more time, I’ll throw you overboard.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. “Besides, I’m not exactly small myself.”
Both her fingers and belly clenched as the craft crested a wave. A wild look burned from his dark-blue eyes. With his wind-tossed, damp hair, he resembled a sea god. He definitely wasn’t small. His tall, muscular frame must weigh at least two hundred pounds, and the bulge in her hand wasn’t tiny, either. It would fill her up and then some.
She needed to see him completely nude someday, as he’d seen her.
To her surprise, he unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his rigid cock. When he rubbed it on her thigh, she trapped it under her palm. The pink flesh burned away the cold in her fingers. Hot fluid leaked down the shaft, lubricating her strokes.
“Oh, Sadie. God, Sadie,” he moaned, thrusting harder. “I’ve got to have you.”
His entire body bucked so hard, she feared they’d capsize.
Next, he unbuttoned her trousers and tugged them down. Her skin tingled with goose bumps in the cool air. She felt even more naked here than she had lying on his bed. Dare she surrender a second time?
“Henry, what are you doing?”
Instead of answering, he peeled off his poncho and draped it around their waists. Her pulse sped up. The man was out of control, and she loved it. Gasping, she gripped the steering wheel. He’d distracted her so much, they zigzagged toward the shore instead of staying in the middle of the channel.
He palmed her buttocks and dragged the scorching head of his gorgeous cock across her. She figured he planned to rub himself against her again. Fine with her. His arousal excited her so much, she was a breath away from climaxing, too.
She moaned when the round head of his bare shaft slid across her folds.
“I think you’d better stop now, Henry!”
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” He groaned, his voice throbbing through her bones like the boat engine.
“How long we’ve both wanted it?”
The head nudged her clitoris, massaging it back and forth.
“Henry!” Sobbing, she clenched the wheel. “You have to stop. For one thing, you’re not wearing a—”
Deeper Than Perfect – 1970s time-travel\
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