New York Moment

By Diana Hunter

Aidan Quincy likes his sex bound tight and open to his every whim. Getting an uptight, professional woman like his secretary to bow to that whim is a challenge he can’t pass up.

Penny Templeton can’t help the way her body trembles every time she sees her boss. She is determined, however, that she will not end up as part of a long line of Aidan Quincy mistresses.

But a not-so-innocent ride through the streets of New York finds both of them making discoveries neither of them expected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Diana Hunter
• Release date: Oct 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781370534081

Diana Hunter

Diana Hunter became interested in writing stories with bondage and D/s themes when she found a dearth of them on the web. Nothing she read seemed to have the romantic element she knew was possible in such relationships. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first full-length novel, Secret Submission. Each book Diana writes contains a kernel of truth or deeply held conviction from her own life, but don’t ask her where truth ends and fantasy begins...she’ll never tell! When not writing, Diana is usually at her loom, weaving thread lines of a different sort. Married for over thirty years to the same man, she is grateful for all the wonderful encouragement he gives her.

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A New York Moment

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Diana Hunter

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Chapter One

Aidan Quincy picked up the phone and left his terse message—One hour. Be naked and in position. He dropped the receiver into the cradle.

He had no doubt his sex slave would be there. She always was. One of her finest attributes. Hadn’t needed much training. Willing to please from the start. Wanted her limits pushed, so he pushed them. Hard. He liked pushing her until tears of need filled her eyes and she begged him for release.

He hadn’t asked if the slave had other plans. It didn’t matter. That’s why he kept her. She never disappointed him. Aidan buzzed his secretary.

Outside his office, Penny Templeton stood and straightened her modest skirt. She almost hadn’t applied for this position. No one hired secretaries anymore. Employers had finally wised up and realized the worth of the woman who guarded the boss’s door. Administrative Assistant was the title most companies used, with a salary commensurate to the title.

Aidan Quincy, however, didn’t run his business according to conventional wisdom. He wanted a secretary, nothing more. With or without the title, the salary was impressive and the job challenging enough and so she’d taken the job, determined not to fall under his spell as had every other female in the building. Like lemmings to the sea, the women of the office found hundreds of reasons to pass Penny’s desk, hoping to catch the eye of the hunky Mr. Quincy.

No, she would not give in to the pull of those dark eyes that arrowed straight through her veneer of professional secretary and found the sensual woman underneath. She would continue to ignore the little dimple in his left cheek that played hide and seek when he was slightly amused by some paper she’d brought him to sign. And she certainly had no intention of noticing how his coal-black hair curled around his ears. She would keep her thoughts to herself and her libido in check.

Composing herself, quieting the little jump her heart gave every time he called her into his office and stuffing her sexuality back into its box, Penny opened the large oak door to enter his domain.

Rich paneling lined two walls of the corner office, both hung with expensive original paintings. The other two walls seemed non-existent at first, their floor-to-ceiling glass providing a panoramic view of the city laid out at their feet. From her boss’s corner office at the top of the Quincy Building in Manhattan, Penny could see for miles. The western window overlooked the Hudson River, the thin line often obscured with ships and pleasure boats. The southern window faced the length of the island to the south. The Quincy family enjoyed the rare privilege of sharing the air space over New York.

A huge mahogany desk, the top currently littered with paperwork, dominated the left wall, the intricate carvings along its front showing not only excellent workmanship, but expensive taste as well. Arranged