Power. Wealth. Respect.
The members of the Boardroom share these things—and more.
Copyright © 2017 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited
Publication Date: 01-22-2018
Digital ISBN: 9781488081132
Print ISBN: 9781335448057
Type: eBook, Print, Audio
Genre: Erotic Romance
Length: Novel, 76,000 words
Series: The Boardroom
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STORY TWO: AFTER HOURS
What’s your pleasure?
From Lynda Aicher, author of the bestselling Wicked Play books, comes an exclusive invitation to the Boardroom—where working late has its rewards.
The Boardroom. After hours, it’s where Bay Area moguls indulge their fantasies. Ties are loosened. Inhibitions, too.
Assistant Avery Fast watched from a distance, mouth gaping, blood roaring wildly in her ears as she stared at the naked woman on the table before her. At executive Carson Haggert ordering a man to pleasure her. It made her feel guilty, embarrassed…and hot.
Carson watched and waited. Waited for Avery to notice him in the Boardroom. Waited for her to like what she saw. Waited to see what she’d do the next day. And the next. He couldn’t let her go—not when she’d seen what goes on in the Boardroom. He couldn’t stop thinking about the desire in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, her obvious arousal.
Getting her to join was easy. But now Carson wants Avery all to himself.
“Aicher’s outstanding second Boardroom erotic contemporary romance is unapologetically sexy: ménage, voyeurism, and exhibitionism are the order of the day.” – Publishers Weekly Starred Review
“Lynda Aicher does not disappoint with the first book in her new Boardroom series!”
– 4 stars, RT Book Reviews
“Lynda Aicher is writing a story that will take your breath away and overwhelm your senses.”
– 5 stars, Purest Delight, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
“I couldn’t get enough of this book.” – 6 flames, Yearwood La Novela
“I just loved this book from cover to cover.” – 5 stars, Chrystal Blogs Books
“I’ll definitely be keeping my eye out for more in this series!” - 4.5 stars, Bingeworthy Books
“This was my first read from Lynda Aicher and I can’t wait to read more from this series.”
– 4 stars, Alpha Book Club
“I loved the mix of sexy story, love story, and emotions in After Hours.” – 4 stars, Wicked Reads
“I advise giving in and binge-listening to this audible treat.” – Earphones Award Winner, AudioFile Magazine
Copyright © 2017 by Lynda Aicher. Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A.
The office doors along the darkened hallway were closed, the lights off behind them, but a dim light shone from the open door of the conference room. She’d sat on the far side, near the end of the table during the meeting. Could someone have set the file on the coffee credenza? Or maybe it was still on the table, if she’d even left it there.
Avery Fast was out of options. The folder had to be there.
Her brain stalled about a second after her feet did in the boardroom doorway. Her mouth fell open. Oh my…
The boardroom wasn’t empty after all. Nope. Not even close.
She scrambled to comprehend what she was seeing while knowing exactly what she watched: sex. Wanton, hedonistic, erotic sex. A woman and two guys.
But here? In the office? On the boardroom table?
Heat raced up her back to engulf her chest and neck. Blood roared in her ears, accelerated by her racing heart and the strange desire blasting through her.
She blinked once, twice, but the image remained. Propriety told her to look away. No, she should run away. What was she doing standing there? Walk the hell away. Now.
But she didn’t move.
The scene was…unbelievable. Unreal. Wrong. And so damn hot.
A single lamp on the credenza provided a soft glow to the room and dulled the edges of the threesome along with their actions. Their reflections were hazy shadows in the large windows along the outside wall. The lights from other buildings and the streets far below provided an open backdrop and little protection from prying eyes.
She should go—before they noticed her. She should.
She searched for moisture in her mouth. Swallowed hard. Slowly wet her dry lips.
What would it feel like to be that woman? The one splayed on the table, naked except for her black stilettos? Her eyes were closed, her red lips parted in a silent sigh, or would that be a cry of pleasure? Her black hair was spread in a messy array across the wood, her wrists bound by two thick cuffs over her head. She was lean yet curvy. Beautiful. And totally lost in what was being done to her.
Her back arched, a soft moan escaping to flow with a sultry lethargy through the room. It swirled around Avery to drag her deeper into the eroticism. Avery’s breath hitched. Her nipples puckered with sharp tingles that raced to her pussy.
The men were feasting on the woman. That was the only way she could describe it. Both of them. At the same time. A guy in a dark suit had his back to Avery, his head buried between the woman’s spread legs. Another in a white dress shirt and navy tie was sucking on a nipple while rolling the other between his fingertips. He stretched back, the tip clearly caught between his teeth, and the woman’s back arched impossibly more. She squirmed, another purring moan tumbling out before a gasped “Please.”
Yes, please. Avery’s back bowed in time with the woman’s, her nipples aching for the same attention.
It didn’t make sense. She’d never enjoyed porn. And she’d certainly never considered going to a live sex show. Yet…
She swallowed. Inhaled. The heavy scent of sex and arousal flooded her, adding another layer of stimulation. She sucked in another long, slow breath. The hedonism flowed through her to dislodge every concept of conservatism or impropriety she held.
A low growl—yes, growl—from one of the men tore through the room. Raw, fierce, exalting. No man had ever made that sound with her.
A soft whimper of want tumbled out before she realized it was there. Oh, God. She clamped her mouth shut, fear charging in. Had they heard her?
She took a step back, prepared to flee. Guilt sped in, yet it wasn’t enough to make her go. She’d be mortified if they caught her, but what would they do next? Would the men switch places? Would they fuck her? Both of them? At the same time?
Her pussy clenched, lust swarming hot and fast from her core. Her head spun with so many desires she couldn’t process them. She shifted her feet and bit her lip to keep quiet.
She’d never had a guy who’d been that devoted to her pleasure. Ever. Let alone two.
The woman gasped, her legs spreading even wider. The man between her legs pumped his arm, a low sucking and squelching sound emanating. Avery’s eyes widened on another inhalation. She couldn’t actually see what he was doing, but she didn’t need to.
Her pussy pulsed again. Her nipples tightened even more. They ached to be touched. Her hand inched up before she clenched her fist and forced it back to her side.
The woman on the table turned her head. Her eyes fluttered open as a soft cry bled from her lush lips. She closed her eyes only to reopen them, her focus squarely on Avery.
Her panic pounded out a frantic SOS in her head, yet she remained trapped in the moment. A sultry smile curved over the woman’s ruby-red lips, her hooded eyes conveying the pleasure the men were giving her. Passion overrode logic along with every ounce of self-preservation Avery had. Heat flashed another wave of want over her chest and burst into an aching demand between her legs.
She gripped the doorjamb, her head swaying with the heady sensations. The eye contact made the whole experience intimate. Like she was supposed to be there.
But she wasn’t.
The woman wet her lips in a slow pass that screamed seduction. The movement swiped out at Avery in the tease that it was. And for some damn reason, she wanted to tease her right back. Her tongue pushed at her teeth, but she kept them tightly closed.
This was insane. She’d never been sexually attracted to women. Not really anyway. Not enough to act on it.
What am I thinking?
She jerked her gaze away, determined to leave only to freeze again.
Another man stood in the darkened back corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest, feet spread in a power stance. And his eyes were locked squarely on her.
Her muscles seemed to petrify along with her thoughts. She had no doubt that he’d been watching her the whole time. He didn’t move either. Not even a flick of his lips or brow. He simply stared at her. Waiting.