Would you keep your appointment with Chase Rutherford?
Find out in a sneak peek of By Appointment Only by Lisa Eugene. NOW LIVE!
Find out in a sneak peek of By Appointment Only by Lisa Eugene. NOW LIVE!
“Sit on the desk,” Chase said, his voice noticeably strained.
I blinked hard, but complied.
“Touch yourself. Cup your beautiful breasts,” he ordered after I’d settled on top.
I palmed my breasts, lifting the heavy mounds and squeezing gently. Slowly, I twirled the hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger, dropping my head back with a groan when pleasure streaked a bolt of lightning through my body.
I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to lay back, but the fervor of his voice startled me. He stood a few feet away, fully clothed, drinking me in like a man with a desperate thirst.
It wasn’t like me to simply take orders. I was usually quite willful, but right now I didn’t want to be. The press of the cold, hard desk was augmented against my overheated body, every sensation recklessly vivid. I pulled my knees farther apart, squeezing my eyes shut as my face flamed. His breathing deepened to match my own, a tempo gently stroking the air. I could also sense that he’d moved closer, his presence pressing in on me heavily.
“Your pussy is so wet, so exquisite,” he rasped. “Touch yourself.”
Eyes still closed, I ran my hand down my abdomen and feathered a finger along my hot, wet folds. I circled a finger pad around my beckoning clit, and cried out when a delicious tremor shivered through my limbs.
“Yes…” he moaned deeply, and the sensual sound had my hips churning. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. My flesh burned and throbbed with a wicked fire. My breath jumped from my lungs. Gathering moisture from my folds, I painted the slickness over my nub in brisk, rapid strokes. My hips jerked off the desk when my channel greedily clamped down on emptiness.
“Chase!” I gasped, not giving a shit about my pride at the moment. “I—I need you!”
“I want you to come for me, Danielle,” he whispered. “Open wider so I can see your pretty pussy.”
My heels dug into the edge of the desk, knees falling open. I was soaked now, consumed with awareness of my desire and my profound reaction to this man. I’d never stepped so far out on a ledge with anyone, and now he was asking me to jump.
Without much thought, I took a headlong dive and submerged myself in pleasure. I bucked and drove two fingers inside my pussy, gasping at the strong pulsations fluttering through my channel. My sex contracted again and again, dragging me closer to the edge of pure rapture.
“Say my name when you come, Dani. Fucking say it!”
I moved my drenched fingers to my clit and strummed hard, grinding my swollen bulb, and rocking an explosion of bliss through my body. My back bowed off the desk, my muscles seized, and I choked out a noise that sounded inhuman. I shouted into the room, my watcher’s name rushing off my lips in a long, desperate plea.
I blinked hard, but complied.
“Touch yourself. Cup your beautiful breasts,” he ordered after I’d settled on top.
I palmed my breasts, lifting the heavy mounds and squeezing gently. Slowly, I twirled the hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger, dropping my head back with a groan when pleasure streaked a bolt of lightning through my body.
I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to lay back, but the fervor of his voice startled me. He stood a few feet away, fully clothed, drinking me in like a man with a desperate thirst.
It wasn’t like me to simply take orders. I was usually quite willful, but right now I didn’t want to be. The press of the cold, hard desk was augmented against my overheated body, every sensation recklessly vivid. I pulled my knees farther apart, squeezing my eyes shut as my face flamed. His breathing deepened to match my own, a tempo gently stroking the air. I could also sense that he’d moved closer, his presence pressing in on me heavily.
“Your pussy is so wet, so exquisite,” he rasped. “Touch yourself.”
Eyes still closed, I ran my hand down my abdomen and feathered a finger along my hot, wet folds. I circled a finger pad around my beckoning clit, and cried out when a delicious tremor shivered through my limbs.
“Yes…” he moaned deeply, and the sensual sound had my hips churning. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. My flesh burned and throbbed with a wicked fire. My breath jumped from my lungs. Gathering moisture from my folds, I painted the slickness over my nub in brisk, rapid strokes. My hips jerked off the desk when my channel greedily clamped down on emptiness.
“Chase!” I gasped, not giving a shit about my pride at the moment. “I—I need you!”
“I want you to come for me, Danielle,” he whispered. “Open wider so I can see your pretty pussy.”
My heels dug into the edge of the desk, knees falling open. I was soaked now, consumed with awareness of my desire and my profound reaction to this man. I’d never stepped so far out on a ledge with anyone, and now he was asking me to jump.
Without much thought, I took a headlong dive and submerged myself in pleasure. I bucked and drove two fingers inside my pussy, gasping at the strong pulsations fluttering through my channel. My sex contracted again and again, dragging me closer to the edge of pure rapture.
“Say my name when you come, Dani. Fucking say it!”
I moved my drenched fingers to my clit and strummed hard, grinding my swollen bulb, and rocking an explosion of bliss through my body. My back bowed off the desk, my muscles seized, and I choked out a noise that sounded inhuman. I shouted into the room, my watcher’s name rushing off my lips in a long, desperate plea.
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MORE About By Appointment Only
Chase:
What we do...
What we do every Tuesday...
In my office,
On my desk...
Is wrong!
But I crave her,
I can't stop.
How can I save her
from certain heartbreak,
when I can't even save myself?
Danielle:
He's a gorgeous, eccentric, older man, a millionaire who owns the special needs school my daughter
Chase:
What we do...
What we do every Tuesday...
In my office,
On my desk...
Is wrong!
But I crave her,
I can't stop.
How can I save her
from certain heartbreak,
when I can't even save myself?
Danielle:
He's a gorgeous, eccentric, older man, a millionaire who owns the special needs school my daughter
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Lisa Eugene began writing as a way to mentally escape from the hectic medical world where she has been a practicing nurse for over twenty years. After publishing her first novel, STRICTLY BUSINESS, she quickly learned that readers couldn't get enough of the world she created and now she lives out her wildest fantasies by writing steamy romantic suspense for her fan-favorite Washington Memorial Hospital series.
When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance.
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When she's not plotting her next dangerous, fast-paced, sexy adventure, you can find her juggling a full time job, playing soccer mom, or curled up reading a good romance.
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