what do you get? A threesome of hot, sexy conflict.
attorney Rayne Jordan as an associate in his high-profile legal firm,
even though she’s one of the best. Now he’s struggling to keep it
professional, especially when she insists on calling him “Boss.”
And she’s well aware that calling the conservative man “Boss”
drives him crazy…in a very good way.
the mix. Tension arises when it’s clear that both Gryff and Trey
want Rayne and Gryff is willing to fight for her. However, Trey
doesn’t hide the fact that he wants Gryff too.
Rayne but to another man. Even though he stubbornly refuses to admit
his deepest, darkest desires.
her bed but her life, and she won’t give up until she does.
ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it
includes explicit sexual scenes between all three characters.
Gryffin Ward’s dick was so hard he winced.
The newest associate at his law firm stood on the other side of his desk talking. Actually talking to him.
He had no clue what she was even saying.
As he watched her lips move, he regretted hiring her. Even though she came highly recommended.
Rayne’s stats were so good he would’ve been a fool not to. The more cases his practice won, the more clients they attracted. The more clients they drew, the larger his firm grew. Which meant—
Oh fuck. Who cared what it meant. Right now, he desperately needed to adjust himself because his erection was caught in his pants in a painful position.
“So, what do you think, Boss?”
Holy fuck with that “Boss” shit again.
She needed to start dressing like a nun and stop calling him that. Otherwise, he would have permanent blue balls.
What did he think? He didn’t. All the blood in his brain had rushed to his dick, so he had no valid thoughts.
“You don’t have to call me Boss. In fact, please don’t.”
“I know I don’t.” With a smile, Rayne leaned over and tapped him under the chin before spinning on the heel of her fuck-me pumps and heading toward the door. “But, I like it,” she threw over her shoulder.
He took one last glance at her tight skirt with the slit in the back, the one that hugged her luscious ass and those stockings she wore with the line up the back of her legs, before she disappeared, leaving his office door open.
Gryff closed his eyes and blew out a breath.
No wonder she won most of her cases. The judge and the ADA’s brains were probably mush after watching her pace the courtroom cross-examining witnesses on the stand.
No matter what, she was highly respected for being a great defense attorney.
But, he should fire her. He didn’t dip his pen in the company ink and he wasn’t going to start now. Even though she sorely tempted him.
He was a wretch. That’s what he was.
male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave
her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was
an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel,
Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting
French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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