Ready to Mingle: An Erotic Short Story: KS Lounge, #2

By J. Nichole

In the KS Lounge, identities are hidden, names are never shared, but desires are met.

Warren had the long courtship and beautiful marriage. After his divorce, he wasn't interested in the pleasantries needed to get what he ultimately wanted. He wanted his pleasures fulfilled—and that was all.

Kia was tired of dating random guys, but never getting to the 'I do.' She decided if she wasn't going to have that, she might as well skip the relationship and have her desires met instead.

She shared a night with him, and everything about him had her wanting to scream his name—but that was forbidden.

 

Ready to Mingle is an erotic romance with mature themes and content that may not be suitable for all audiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Not The Last Page
• Release date: Oct 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223441229

Book preview

Chapter 1

Warren

What is your marital status? Married. Single. I read down the screen of my computer, looking for the option that would be more applicable to me—Divorced AF. Or, Once married and never trying that shit again, may have been even better. The application was long—pages of information that were required before I could even be considered for the exclusive membership.

No matter how many times I hovered over the Submit button, my impatience got me nowhere. I had to scroll back and complete the highlighted fields.

Pages of questions were still better than the thought of dating. Especially since I didn’t want all the formalities—conversations, pleasantries, expensive dinners. I just wanted to fuck.

I continued answering questions, each one a step closer to the fulfilled pleasures that were promised by KS Lounge. I was in the middle of typing out my response to What’s your wildest sexual fantasy? when I heard a knock on the office door, and then, Mr. Gregory, as Rose walked through.

Her long legs, mid-thigh skirt, and shirt barely covering her titties caught my attention, but I cleared my throat and maintained eye contact with her. What’s up, Rose?

You’re going to be late. Her brown eyes never left the tablet in her hand as she spoke, That networking event. Then she frowned. You’re usually out of here before now. Her eyes finally met mine and a small smile crept up on her face. Is everything okay?

I nodded and tapped my mouse, minimizing the application that had occupied me for a couple of hours at the end of the day. I’m good, about to leave now. Before I could stand though, I had to readjust my dick. The thought of my wildest sexual fantasy was still on my mind, and I was straining against the wool blend of my suit pants.

Anything I need to wrap up for you? Her hand rested on the doorknob after closing the door.

Not tonight, I told her as my eyes looked from the computer screen to her lips.

I heard the door locking then her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way toward me and laid her tablet at the edge of my desk. You sure about that? Her hand slid down my chest and landed on my dick. She looked up into my face, her lip between her teeth as she winked. Ehm, this is telling me otherwise.

You have a way of livening things up in this office, I said, my hand rubbing against my salt and pepper beard.

I love it when you are ready for me. She dropped to the floor, unbuckling my pants and stuffing her face into my lap. Rose was my executive assistant, and up until recent months that’s all she was, despite my ex-wife feeling otherwise.

My ex told me it was the way Rose looked at me that gave it away. I couldn’t lie; whenever Rose saw me, I knew she wanted to fuck. She would stare me down, bite her lip, or blink her eyes. But I never stepped to her, not then. Not when I was married.

I laughed it off and told my ex it was just her being friendly. It wasn’t until after the divorce, we were both in the office late one night, when she approached me. A few more of her buttons were undone on her shirt, and her lips were painted in a bright red, unlike they were earlier in the day.

She sat across from my desk, her skirt slid up her thighs, and her legs opened wide. This is inappropriate, but now that you are divorced, she hesitated, I think I can tell you, she paused, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day you interviewed me five years ago.

I sat back in my chair, shocked by her approach. Being the CEO of