Revenge: Naughty After Hours, Book 1

By Jasmine Haynes

Romance on the naughty side.

Tough, autocratic CFO Clay Blackwell strikes both fear and loyalty into the hearts of his employees. But he's got one quirk no one at high-tech Silicon Valley company West Coast Manufacturing knows: he loves the idea of his live-in girlfriend Ruby being with another man...then coming home to him for the best time of his life as she describes every detail. He's got only three stipulations: no coworkers, no other man in their own home, and no dates she doesn’t tell him about. The problem? What to do with a woman who has all the freedom anyone could want, but still can't follow three simple rules.

Enter Jessica Murphy. She has the utmost respect and admiration for her CFO. She also has wild fantasies about Clay every night. Not that she'd ever tell anyone. Until she walks in on Clay's girlfriend Ruby getting wild with Bradley the financial analyst right on Clay's desk.

After that, all bets are off and a little revenge is the name of the game. Ruby thinks she'll placate Clay by telling him he can be with another woman to pay her back for all her rule-breaking. When Jessica learns about that, she makes up her mind to seduce her hunky boss for keeps, not just one night of revenge.

But can she become the more-than-one-man woman Clay Blackwell wants? Or will his desires tear them apart?

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jasmine Haynes, Revenge is a standalone, contemporary, silver fox, seasoned romance.

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“An erotic, emotional adventure of discovery you don’t want to miss.” Lora Leigh, New York Times bestselling author

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“Incredibly moving and utterly sensual!” Reader to Reader Reviews

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“Jasmine Haynes ... knows how to get your pulse racing and your temperature rising!” Romance Reader at Heart

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasmine Haynes
• Release date: Dec 9, 2011
• ISBN: 9781452403380

Jasmine Haynes

NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Jasmine Haynes loves giving readers sexy, classy stories about real issues like growing older, facing divorce, starting over. Her books have passion, heart, humor, and happy endings, even if they aren't always traditional. She also writes gritty, paranormal mysteries in the Max Starr series. As Jennifer Skully, she writes laugh-out-loud romantic comedies laced with a heavy dose of mystery. Look for Jennifer’s new series written with Bella Andre, starting with Breathless in Love, The Maverick Billionaires Book 1. Having penned stories since the moment she learned to write, Jasmine now lives in the Redwoods of Northern California with her husband and their adorable nuisance of a cat who totally runs the household. Join her newsletter for updates on contests, new releases, and freebies by going to jasminehaynes.com.

Book preview

1

Jessica Murphy jerked awake, then snapped to a sitting position on the break room sofa. In the dark, the microwave clock flipped to ten-oh-five in bright blue letters. Good Lord, all she’d wanted to do was rest her eyes, a five-minute catnap; she’d slept for over an hour. The board meeting was on Friday, and she needed to review the March quarterly financials tomorrow with her boss, Clay Blackwell, the chief financial officer. But there was an issue in CIP, the construction-in-progress account.

A noise had woken her. It couldn’t be the cleaning staff; they’d left before her so-called catnap. She rose from the couch, crossing to the door by the illumination of the microwave clock. The hallway was dark. She’d turned out all the lights, not wanting to waste electricity, especially when she was Accounting manager for West Coast Manufacturing, which meant she knew exactly how much the PG&E bill was.

There it was again. Bracing herself against the doorframe, she strained to hear. A moan. Then she was sure she could make out voices, though the words were indistinguishable. She shivered slightly. The automatic thermostat turned the heating down at nine, raising it again at six in the morning. Despite being the beginning of April, the San Francisco Bay Area was still chilly at night.

Stepping out into the hallway, which bordered all the cubicles in the middle of the large Accounting department, she made out lights on the far side. From the CFO’s office. But Clay had been long gone before she’d crashed on the break room sofa. Obviously, he’d come back.

What if he’d discovered her sleeping? Jessica fluffed her hair, which was curly and tended to get mashed after she slept on it. It must look like a rat’s nest. And her lipstick was probably smudged. She ran a finger under each eye to get rid of any mascara, then smoothed beneath her lips, hoping that was good enough to fix the lipstick. She hated the idea of Clay Blackwell seeing her at anything less than her best. He lived with the CEO’s executive admin, Ruby Williams, and Jessica didn’t have designs on him—she wasn’t a home wrecker—but she admired Clay immensely and...well...a woman could have her fantasies in the middle of the night when no one else suspected.

All right, nothing could be done about her appearance now. She marched down the small walkway between the cubicles, and the sounds from the other side of the thin dividers grew exponentially louder with every step she took. Jessica’s heart started to pound, and she thought about turning around and getting the hell out. Because really, what was Clay Blackwell doing in his office? And just who was he with?

She might have run, too, if she hadn’t heard distinct words in a female voice—Clay’s never fucked me like this—punctuated by a man’s low growl of pleasure.

Turning the corner by the end of a cubicle wall, Jessica could see straight into Clay’s office. Her breath stopped in her chest.

Ruby Williams was facedown on the desk, skirt pushed up over her butt, dark hair flowing around her shoulders, eyes closed, her red lips parted on a moan of intense pleasure. Behind her, Bradley Palmer slammed into her, each thrust shoving her across the desk. Bradley was tall, his features strained, his stubbled jaw line rigid. The AP girls oohed and aahed over his resemblance to Brad Pitt. Jessica had never liked Brad Pitt. She didn’t particularly like Bradley Palmer either.

And she hated Ruby for letting Bradley screw her right on Clay’s desk. She and Clay had lived together for three years, since shortly before Jessica had started at West Coast Manufacturing. Even if they weren’t married, Clay was Ruby’s significant other in every sense of the word. And Ruby worked at West Coast, too, for God’s sake. This was so totally wrong.

Jessica should have run away right then, but her feet were rooted to the carpet right outside the pool of light spilling from the open door. She couldn’t move. She could only watch. And listen.

Isn’t it hot, baby? Tomorrow when you’re meeting with him—Ruby giggled—you can think about what you were doing to me right here.

Fuck yes. Bradley grunted. No, he wasn’t handsome at all. He was a gnat compared to Clay. How could Ruby do this?

Yet Ruby shuddered and moaned. You’re so much better than Clay is, baby.

Ruby had never been good enough for Clay. She was vain and selfish. How could she humiliate him by having sex in his office? A slap in his face. Even worse, it was Bradley, a whiny wimp, who always complained that Clay didn’t think his work was good enough. Well, it wasn’t.

Other than sex, what the hell did Clay see in this horrible woman?

Jessica would never cheat on a man she loved. She would cherish Clay. She’d never let another man bend her over his desk and take her like a dog.

But she would let Clay do it. She would let Clay do anything. Everything. If he ever asked. For a moment—a very long moment—she closed her eyes and felt Clay inside her. The way she’d imagined him in her fantasies.

Until Ruby made another noise, a cross between a gasp and a wail. Her eyelids squeezed shut, she bit down hard on her lip as her face contorted in climax.

Maybe Jessica had always been jealous of her, but even mussed up and facedown on Clay’s desk, she was still beautiful, still perfect. At forty, five years older than Jessica, Ruby was sexier than Jessica had ever felt.

Then Ruby opened her eyes and pushed back on Bradley. Don’t come in me yet. I want you to come in my mouth.

He grimaced. Fuck, baby.

I want your come in my mouth, she insisted with a pretty pout on her lips.

He laughed. All right. Suck me, baby. Pulling out, he tossed the condom in Clay’s trash can, then flopped back in the big leather chair that Clay filled far better than he did.

The chair rolled until it hit the wall.

Good Lord. That was the first impressive thing she’d ever seen about Bradley. He was big and thick, and Ruby went down on her knees, then took him in her mouth.

Jessica felt something inside. A shifting, a need. It was suddenly hard to breathe, and more than anything, she wanted to touch herself. She was inexplicably wet, part of her horrified. But a bigger piece saw Clay in that chair—and she was the woman on her knees in front of him. She could almost taste him.

Ruby moaned and groaned, her mouth sounding slick and slippery around him. Repelled yet fascinated, Jessica fisted her hands as she watched.

Then Ruby lifted her head. I want your come on my cheeks when I have to go home to him. I want to smell you on me. To remind me how good this is.

His hand around his cock, Bradley stroked himself as Ruby sucked on his crown. He threw his head back against the chair and his hips thrust up, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Then, as his body began to jerk, Ruby backed off, and his come shot against her cheek, then it pulsed, dripping down onto his hand. Ruby leaned close to lick it clean. When that was done, she rubbed Bradley’s come into her cheek, then sucked her fingers.

Then Ruby turned to the open door and laughed. I know you’re out there spying, Jessica.

2

Jessica’s skin went clammy.

Ruby rose gracefully, not even trying to hide her neatly trimmed sex, then shimmied her short pencil skirt down over her thighs. Her cheek still glistened with come, yet her lipstick didn’t bear a single smudge.

Don’t worry about this, Bradley, she cooed. I’ll take care of it. She smiled. Just get rid of the condom.

Jessica didn’t wait to find out how Ruby planned to take care of it. She dashed around the cubicles to her office, flipped on the lights, and grabbed her purse from her desk drawer.

When she straightened, Ruby blocked her doorway, her voice a soft, seductive timbre as she said, I suppose you’re dying to tell Clay all about this.

Jessica’s throat went dry. It hurt to swallow. Ruby intimidated her. In her high heels, she towered over Jessica—and Jessica was five foot five, for God’s sake. But it was more. Ruby was more of everything: more breast, more curves, more sex appeal. Jessica hadn’t frosted her blonde hair in months—too busy since year-end—and next to Ruby, she was dowdy. Even if she wore the sexy stuff Ruby did, she wouldn’t have looked the same in it. Ruby Williams could wear her grandmother’s flannel nightgown and make it look sexy.

Jessica licked her lips, trying to stop the dry mouth. I haven’t thought that far ahead. She’d thought only about how much she despised Ruby, how sorry she felt for Clay, and how the hell she was going to get out of this building.

What are you doing here so late anyway? Ruby tossed a glance at the binders and folders spread out on Jessica’s small conference table. Trying to impress Clay with what a hard worker you are?

It’s quarter-end. The board meeting is on Friday. Everything has to be ready.

Ruby snorted. You’re such a paragon.

Versus Ruby, who, as the CEO’s executive assistant, was privy to all the inner workings of the company, present at board meetings, invited to board dinners, and hostess of all Clay’s company parties, but she never worked late, never came in on Saturdays, never hunched over the monitor until her neck ached.

Bitch. I didn’t know fucking you was in Bradley’s job description.

Ruby wagged a red-tipped finger at her. "Tsk, tsk, Jessica. You sound jealous."

Of Bradley? Jessica grimaced. Hardly.

Ruby smiled. Of Clay and me.

This time Jessica couldn’t swallow past the lump in her throat.

"I see all those goo-goo eyes you send his way when you think no one’s watching."

Nothing like the truth to steal the words right out of your mouth. She wanted another woman’s man; in her own way, Jessica was as guilty as Ruby.

Cat got your tongue? Ruby taunted.

She couldn’t say a thing. The cat definitely had her tongue.

Here’s the thing. Clay knows all about my fun and games. Ruby’s eyes sparkled like topaz jewels. She was enjoying this. And he loves it. After I’ve been on a date, he can’t wait to get his hands on me. Why do you think I wanted Bradley to come on me?

No. Jessica’s mind whirled. It wasn’t true. Ruby was pulling some snow job on her.

Ruby merely nodded, answering her own question. He loves smelling other men on me. It makes him hot. Then she lowered her voice to a pitch that made Jessica’s skin crawl. Then we have the absolute best sex ever.

She was going to throw up. Right on Ruby’s high-heeled pumps.

You can tell Clay what you saw—Ruby arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow—but you’ll only be embarrassing yourself. Because I’m his little hotwife.

But you aren’t married, Jessica said, her voice pathetically feeble.

Ruby rolled her eyes. Don’t you know anything? Look it up on the Internet. A hotwife doesn’t have to be married; it’s just a term that means her man loves having her fuck other men, after which she comes home to him with the scent of sex all over her. She let a smile grow on her pouty lips. And he goes totally wild for her. He doesn’t need other women. Just her. With that, she waggled her fingers and sashayed out the door.

Moments later, Jessica heard voices, a door closing, more whispers in the hall, then footsteps on the stairs. The lobby door opened and closed. Then silence. They were gone.

She thought about what Ruby had told her. But men weren’t built that way. They were possessive, territorial. Clay was a strong, virile man. He’d never let another guy touch his woman, and certainly not Bradley Palmer.

But why would Ruby lie? She couldn’t hope to get away with it if Jessica decided to tell Clay what she’d seen.

And yet...Vince sometimes liked to hear about Jessica’s past sexual escapades; it got him going. But Vince wasn’t her boyfriend. He was her friend with benefits. Okay, he was her booty call, the man she could simply drop in on when she

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