Seduced by the CFO

By M. J. Ames

Sweet Surrender

When Lyric becomes fascinated, and yet uneasy, with the new CFO's sudden attraction to her, she internally fights her feelings and pushes Vanessa away—until Vanessa's persistence and sexy seduction lures Lyric to a very sweet surrender.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sand Dune Books
• Release date: Apr 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224549351

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My Lesbian Lover....

When Lyric becomes fascinated, and yet uneasy, with the new CFO’s sudden attraction to her, she internally fights her feelings and pushes Vanessa away. Until Vanessa’s persistence and her sweet and sexy seduction, leads to Lyric’s very sweet surrender.

Seduced by the CFO

Cats fascinate me.

I believe that if one were to do a study on cat behavior, and then apply those principles to everyday living, the world would be a better place. Or better yet, perhaps as individuals, we would be much healthier beings.

For example, cats wake every morning with a wide yawn and a thorough stretch. They move slowly from their bed, wander to their dish, perhaps linger in their cat pan for a while, then mosey to another spot in the sun and lay down again. Morning nap.

Life as a cat.

As opposed, I jump out of bed, dash to the shower, (yes, sometimes I pee in the shower and brush my teeth there, too, to save time—I know, gross), then reheat yesterday’s coffee in the microwave and rush with ten-thousand others toward the office.

Life in the rat race.

There are days I feel like a lab rat. Caged. Stifled.

I long for a warm spot in the sun.

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I’ve been watching my cats a lot of late. Perhaps, in a way, I have been doing my own study of sorts. They are kittens, actually, and the longer they are together, they more they appear to be one being. The vet told me when I brought the second one home from the shelter to rub one with a towel, then the other, and back and forth, so their scents would mingle. I did that. Once. They took it from there.

They often lay entwined, lazy, sated and content. Sometimes it is difficult to tell where one kitten begins and the other leaves off, their coloring so similar. Black, white, orange, tan. One is a calico, a beautiful cat with large splotches of color, sporting a striking white chest and a black freckle on her cheek—the other a tortoiseshell, with all the same colors but her markings make her look more like a lovely tweed coat. She does boast of one solid tan leg. When napping, their languid postures with paws and legs wrapped around each other, the kittens, both female, sleep together without regard to anything but comfort and pleasure.

Watching them, I begin to wonder if that is how it is with women lovers. Their scents mingled, their limbs entwined, lazy and languid, content and sated. Never a care to whether their laying