Sex On A Stick

By Amarinda Jones

“There is no fucking way I’m going to the conference with him.” Romany Belle crossed her arms and glared at her boss. Was he mad? She didn’t want to cross to the other side of the room with Macnair Palmer let alone go away on a conference with the man.
“I can hear you.” Mac stood at her side, a small grin on his lips.
“That’s the point. I wanted you to.” The man was an irritating pain in the ass, who had, of late, been making her working life hell.
Gene Kline, head of Kline, Smith, Wagner Engineering, looked back and forth between them. “What’s the problem?”
“He is.”
“She is.”
Am not. What a prick. Why were the most attractive men always the most annoying? “Gee, I think it all started with his email indicating all the workers in my department were incompetent.” In a workforce of five, maybe two of them needed some additional help on understanding their jobs, but Romany was working on that.
“They are.”
“And that I should be sacked.” That’s what had really annoyed her. What in the hell did he know about me and how I work? He was an engineer. She was in administration. Neither had any reason to deal with the other. But ever since the funds for the latest projects had stalled, Macnair Palmer had decided it was her department’s fault because they'd filed and maintained paperwork on all funding received. But it wasn’t admin's fault the paperwork had been filled out incorrectly. One of his engineers had done that. Mac's accusation had started off a war between the two areas.
Mac shook his head. “I never said you should lose your job.”
Romany turned and glared at Mac. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, and full of himself. “No, that’s true. I believe the terminology you used was more along the lines of I should ‘have my position re-evaluated.’”
“Yes, I did say that but—”
“Same as saying I should be sacked.” She waved her hand in dismissal of him. If only it was that easy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Harlot Publishing
• Release date: Sep 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301874781

Amarinda Jones

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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Sex On A Stick

By Amarinda Jones

Published by Amarinda Jones at Smashwords

Copyright© 2013 Amarinda Jones

Smashwords Edition

Sex On A Stick

Amarinda Jones

Prologue

The hotel suite, with its plush carpeting and stylishly understated furniture, was luxurious and well appointed, equipped with everything any guest may require—a large screen television, Internet access, and a well-stocked bar fridge. But her surroundings meant nothing to Romany Belle; she could be lying in a run-down room at the Bates' Motel and she wouldn't even notice. Her entire world focused on the large, muscular man whose body lay on hers and the solid cock buried deep inside her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting them high and hugging him close. She slid her hands down the slick planes of his back until she reached his butt. This, she grabbed and pulled him in closer. Tighter. Romany didn’t want to waste a second of her time with Macnair Palmer. She no longer cared if her incoherent cries were too loud.

She was having the stuffing fucked out of her and Romany loved every hard thrust. The feel of Mac’s cock high and hard inside her, plunging and shoving, made her hold on and beg him for more.

Harder . . . faster . . . . Romany loved the tight, full feeling of him. As much as she loved an orgasm, having Mac between her thighs and inside her body was more exciting than coming. Not that she wouldn’t come. Mac made it his mission in life to make her come.

Did I mention you’re bossy?

Romany laughed and slapped his ass. Sex with Mac was fun. Past lovers had never made her smile as he did. I’ll be anything you want as long as you do as I say. That was another revelation. Romany had never had a lover who wanted to know how she was feeling.

Mac pulled her legs from around his body and slid out of her. Giving me orders now?

With her legs were up in the air and her pussy exposed, she recognized he was the one calling the shots at the moment. The thought of being totally in his power thrilled her. While Romany fervently believed in gender equality, she happily allowed Mac to have this sexual power over her. Wondering what he'd do next excited her. Come back inside me.

Need me, honey? Mac fingered her clit.

Romany arched up and made a grab for his cock. Yes, I need your fat dick in me now. She ran her hand up and down its length. Soft, smooth skin over hard, pulsating muscle. Yummy. Romany liked cock. She made no apologies for that. If it was unladylike to admit to a lust for penis then she was no lady. And Mac’s cock? I love it. I want it. I need it.

How much?

More than she could ever adequately explain. He brought out a hunger so fierce, so primal. Before Mac, Romany hadn't even been aware she possessed such a drive—the need to be taken completely by another. So much I could scream. The man was sex on a stick and she wanted to savor every hot, sticky, delicious minute.

His hand covered hers. Put me back inside you.

With pleasure. Romany guided his dick into her wet core. She sighed as the length was once more buried deep inside. Her gaze met his. Why are you looking at me like that? His eyes were soft on hers; his smile made her heart flip flop. Sex wasn’t the only thing that excited Romany. She loved Mac. Problem was, Romany wasn’t sure if he loved her in return.

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