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All work and no play? Not in their offices.
Elaine's relationship with her office assistant went from a normal friendship to lovers, and they are both struggling to find the balance between their professional and personal lives together. Steve wants to take things public, but Elaine is worried about possible complications. So he decides to show her who's boss, with a little help from her submissive nature and a sexy new toy in Michelle Houston's "Butterfly's Effect."
In D Musgrave's "Jewels of Desire," Sabrina receives a special set of intimate jewelry. Intrigued by the possibilities, she decides to wear it to work. Can she maintain her composure while fighting the urge to give in to the desires the jewelry inspires?
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Excerpt from Jewels of Desire:
Sabrina smiled as she stared up toward the ceiling in the darkness. Never in her wildest, most fanciful dreams would she have imagined she’d have the nerve to do what she'd done that day. That knowing smile became a soft chuckle as she recalled the events.
What was she so happy about? The fact that she'd spent the entire day wearing a special form of intimate jewelry. The type you don't show off, even to your closest confidants.
It was a gift from her new lover. A man who she'd only known for a few weeks, but in that time had opened up a whole world of possibilities she'd been afraid to see. Because of Jack, her sexual horizons had broadened further than they had ever been before. She believed that nothing she fantasized about was unobtainable.
Most recently was the clit clip Jack had found at a biker rally and presented to her. She'd originally assumed it was for her to wear around the apartment as an addition to their game play. She couldn't have been more wrong.
Sabrina had never considered herself that adventurous. Certainly not enough to do what she'd just spent the day doing—wearing a clit clip to work. But that's just what happened.
Recalling how the day began, Sabrina closed her eyes and pictured herself crawling out of bed after a late night at Jack’s. They seldom slept much when they were together, and she usually paid for it the next day with constant sleep attacks.
Jack had already left for work and she was alone in his house. She stumbled into the shower, hoping the cascading water would pull her out of the heavy-eyed fog. All she could think of was the night before, and how Jack had reacted with surprise at her joy at receiving the jewelry and willingness slip it on; to be honest she shocked herself.
She remembered standing in the shower as her body responded to the memories of the previous night's play. Her rose-pink nipples harden, feeling the all too familiar percolation begin between her thighs. She struggled to keep her hands from lingering longer than necessary over her recently awakened erogenous zones, while she showered. The urge to delve into her body and bring myself off grew into a tormenting desire.
Somehow, she'd managed to keep her fingers focused on the utilitarian task of washing. She rinsed the bubbles off her charged skin, trying to push away the thoughts of how good it would feel to use the handheld shower head to do more than remove the soap bubbles. With a forced effort, she shut off the shower and grabbed the towel hanging on the curtain rod.
As she dried off, the soft, yet coarse texture of the towel dragging across her sensitive flesh, she remembered the clit clip and how it excited Jack to see her wearing it.
Absentmindedly, her fingers glided over her mound, spreading her sensitive labia open. Her middle finger found the hooded clitoris and she gently touched the nerve center of her sex. She sagged back against the wall of the shower and gasped from the sudden rise of sexual hunger. It was as if her finger knew precisely where and how to touch to bring forth the most excitement. Within seconds, she was teetering on the edge of rushing headlong into a convulsive orgasm, when a voice from the back of her mind spoke to her, 'Sabrina, wear the clip today.'
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