[Steamy Scene Alert] The Perfect View {Bonus Scene Part 3}


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“Let me walk you back to your office.”

I jumped at his voice right behind me. “You don’t have to do that.” I took the towel from his outstretched hand.

“What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t walk you back after the amazing lunch you brought me?”

Washed up and looking much more presentable, we walked out of his building. Our hands brushed against each other until he threaded his fingers through mine. My chest filled with a lightness that always came from being around Ash. I'd never been around someone where it all felt so easy before.

We crossed the busy street. Ash held up his hand to stop a car that tried to make a turn and dropped his hand to my waist. His thumb running along the small of my back.

“Everyone’s always in a hurry. They should stop and smell the roses every so often.”

I looked over at him. “Says the man at his desk until ten most nigths.”

“Says the woman doing the same.” He gave me a gentle swat on my butt.


“Since I leave tomorrow, I'll wrap things up early tonight. There’s a meeting I need to get to across town, but I can meet you at my place at eight?”

“Does that mean no sharing a taxi after work?” I grinned at him. We were lucky we hadn’t ended up in jail after our last taxi ride.

“I see those dirty, dirty thoughts swirling in your head.”

“It’s not my fault, I swear.” I held my hands up in mock surrender.

“It is and so is this.” He tugged my toward him.

The unmistakable weight of his erection pressed against my stomach.

“What the hell? Did you take some Viagra when I wasn’t looking?”

He threw back his head and laughed. “It’s what you do to me. I had to tuck it up in the waistband of my boxers or everyone would know how much I’m looking forward to dinner. I’ve got to go through a cab ride and a meeting like this.”

“Poor thing.” I trailed my fingers down his chin and kissed him.

“Evil woman.” He put his briefcase between us, covering his crotch.

“I’ll see you at eight.” I backed up, walking toward my building backward.

“And not a minute later.” He held up his arm to hail a taxi, but his gaze didn’t leave mine until the glass doors of my building closed in front of me.

Leaning against the elevator wall, I closed my eyes and tried to get the dirty daydreams out of my head. Game face ok, I stepped out of the elevator onto my floor.

“I know, I didn’t even know he could frost that window.” Two of the junior associates walked past me.

“I hope it doesn’t become a regular thing. That will totally spoil our lunch break.”

“Hey Keely, did you see Ash’s window was frosted? Is that a new thing? Is eh sick of us gawking at him? Where were you?” She glanced down at her watch.

I ducked my head mumbled something about running errands. Slipping into my office, I closed my door and sat behind my desk. The sun shifted, bouncing off Ash’s window. Concentrating with him there was almost impossible, so it was good he had a meeting.

Firing up my computer, I got to work on the next set of presentations I’d need pull off to impress the partners. Rubbing my shoulders, I rolled my neck to release some of the tension there.

I looked up at a gentle knock on my door. My eyes got wide.

“Did you want me to take your trash?” One of the cleaners pushed open my door.

I jumped up out of my chair and my gaze shot to the time on my computer. Shit! It was already 7:55pm.

“Sure, yes, you can take it.” I saved all my work, gathered up all my things. Shoving everything into my bag, I threw the strap over my shoulder and rushed out of the building. Sweat broke out on my forehead. How had I gotten so caught up in work? It was like most nights before Ash. Late nights and early mornings chained to my desk. I ordered a taxi with my phone and cursed surge pricing, but taking the train would make me even later.

The ride over wasn’t too bad and I hustled into Ash’s apartment. He hadn’t sent me a text, maybe he was running late too. Maybe I could beat him there.

The doorman had ushered me into the elevator as soon as I got to Ash’s apartment building. Stepping onto his floor, I checked the time. Fifteen minutes late. My feet sunk into the plush carpet masking my footsteps. Raising my hand to knock, I looked through the crack in the door. A gentle flicker bounced off the walls.

My stomach shot into my throat. Fire! I pushed open the door ready to jump into action.

“I wondered if you’d gotten hung up at the office.” Ash tugged a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket and popped the cork. Candles covered the apartment. The gentle light of their flame kissed the sides of the glass votive holders. They were dotted all over the apartment.

“Wow.” I dropped my bag at my side. “You did all this after your meeting?”

He strolled over to me with two glasses of champagne. “I made a few phone calls. I wanted to make this night special.”

“You're here, so it already is.” I took a sip of the Champagne. The bubbles tickled my nose.

“Make sure you didn’t forget about me while I’m away.” A flicker of anxiousness clouded his gaze.

“I could say the same thing. You’ll be off galavanting all over...where are you going again?”

“Seattle.” He took my hand in his and moved me around the floor, leading me in a dance to the gentle music playing in the background.

I wrapped my arm around him, careful not to spill my drink. “You’ll be running all over Seattle, how do I know you won’t forget about me?”

“Not even a tragic bout of amnesia could erase you from my memory.” He took the glass from my hand and set it on the table. Sitting on it, he pulled me between his open thighs. “I’m going to miss not being able to see you every day.”

My heart leapt. I still didn’t know what this was with him. I didn’t understand why he was with me when he could be with anyone, but I wasn’t willing to give him up yet. Dragging my fingers through his hair, I smiled as he nuzzled my hand and kissed my wrist.

“It will be over before you know it. And I expect some pretty spectacular back in town banging to make up for your absence.”

My laughed and slipped his hands along the waistband of my skirt.

“That can be arranged.” He tugged my shirt out and unbuttoned it like he had all the time in the world.

I resisted the urge to cover myself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen every inch of me before. Somehow being exposed while he was clothed felt different. I got to work on his shirt, unbuttoning it and trailing my fingers down his defined, muscled chest.

“Now we’re even.”

“If we’re going tit for tat, I’m more than happy to oblige.” He dragged my zipper down the side of my skirt. It pooled at my feet.

I’m sure you are. “I unbuckled his belt. He lifted his ass to help me get his pants down. Working my hand up and down his straining erection, I licked my lips.

“Speaking of which, I owe you some payback for lunch.” Sinking to my knees, I held his gaze. I licked my lips as I held his hard length in my hand. My fingers of one hand tightened around the base, while I ran my thumb over the head. A pearl of pre-cum seeped out. I swiped my thumb over his thick mushroom tip and shoved it into my mouth.

“You give the most delicious payback I’ve ever experienced.” His fingers tightened around the edge of the table.

I smiled with a wicked grin. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

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[Steamy Scene Alert!] The Perfect View Office Romance {Bonus Scene Part 2}


I’ve got another steamy scene alert for you! The Perfect View is a fun, hot novella I wrote exclusively for my newsletter, but I couldn’t get enough of these two, so I wrote a couple of new scenes and wanted to share them here! Have another taste of Ash and Keely below and you can subscribe to my newsletter for a heaping helping of office romance fun!

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His words were the exact same as our first meeting. And they had the exact same impact, even more so because I knew what was coming. A shiver shot through me.

My eyes locked with his. “You’re going to need to check for yourself.” I pressed his hand harder against my heated flesh. My body threatened to overheat at the warmth of his touch.

His eyes widened and a beautiful smile broke out across his face. “Fuck, just when I think I’ve got you on the ropes, you hit me with something like that and knock me out.” He shook his head. “It’s always the quiet ones, huh? Maybe it wasn’t a mistake when you spilled that coffee.” He nipped the side my neck and lifted out of the seat, taking me with him.

My hands slid across the smooth table. The cool air hit my bare ass as he lifted the skirt and palmed my ass.

“If I’d known how thing would turn out, I'd have spilled coffee on myself every late night I was stuck in the office.”

“You’re a heart attack waiting to happen.” He swatted my butt. “How am I supposed to make it through the rest of the day with you way over there?”

I peered over my shoulder, licking my lips as he ripped open the condom wrapper.

“What’s going to keep me from taking my cock in my hands thinking about you while you’re watching me over my shoulder?” He ran his hard length up and down my drenched opening. The only thing between me and him was the small scrap of fabric covering my pussy.

“I was thinking the same thing. Maybe I’ll have to run off to—“ The words died in my throat.

He wrenched my bikini briefs to the side and sank into me in one smooth solid thrust that seemed to go on forever.

Every inch stretched me, hitting every pleasure center along the way. The air whooshed out of my lungs. My legs trembled. I clawed at the cool wood table and bit my lip to keep from screaming.

“I know how I’ll make it through. I’m going to make you come so hard on my dick that we’ll both be floating through the rest of the afternoon.” His fingers sunk into my hips. Each thrust met by one of mine and a stifled grunt and moan.

The office filled with the sounds of our flesh meeting in a symphony of pleasure I couldn’t contain. He wrapped his fingers around my hair, lifted me up. His pace never let up. Not a break in the rhythm for me to catch my breath. It would be one hell of a way to go.

“Tonight, we’ll be in a bed. I can show you how hard its been for me not to storm into your office and fuck you in that boardroom all over again.” He tilted my head and captured my lips in a kiss to match the rhythm of our bodies. It was a hungry kiss matching the rolling and grinding of our hips. I was tumbling down a well of helpless lust, driven to the brink by his power.

His hand slipped down from my waist to my clit. With one quick tap, he set me off. He swallowed my screams and kept going pushing me over the edge a second time. Pressing me even harder against him, he released my mouth. He bit down on my shoulder as he expanded inside me, exploding and filling the condom.

My legs shook and if it weren’t for him, I’d have collapsed onto the floor.

We collapsed on top of the table in a panting heap. He braced himself, so I wasn’t taking his full weight, but enough to feel blanketed by him. His arms looped up around me. He pulled out. Our collective groan filled the room. Spinning me around, he held me tight against him. The pounding of his heart confirmed it wasn’t just me who felt completely out of control.

“You should deliver lunch to me more often.” He chuckled into my hair.

“That would be a recipe for us getting caught.” I smiled into his collar, glad I wasn’t wearing lipstick or he’d be even more of a mess.

“You love it. The thrill of that possibility.” He leaned back and stared into my eyes.

“It’s only because you’re a bad influence.” I smacked his butt.

His laughter shook both our bodies. “That might be the case, but I can’t help it when I’m around you.” He traced his thumb across my bottom lip.

“The feeling’s mutual.” My gaze darted away to the plush beige carpet.

He kissed the side of my head. Doing some quick maneuvering, he pulled his shirt down over his exposed cock. The afternoon sun came streaming in through the windows. If anyone was in my office trying to scope him out they might have gotten an eyeful. He strode over to his desk and hit a button, frosting the exterior glass of his window.

My jaw dropped. “You could have done that this whole time?”

He chuckled and winked at me.

“This entire time everyone in my building is ogling you and you could have frosted the windows?” I lobbed a plastic fork at him as he darted into his private bathroom to get rid of the condom. It bounced off the wall beside the door.

He popped back out with a wide grin. “You missed. Maybe you need to come a little closer next time.” With his pearly whites on full display he disappeared back into the bathroom. The faucet turned on and the sound of running water filled the room.

I pushed my skirt back down, trying my best to straighten it. Running my fingers through my hair, I tried to get a few tangles out. I needed a mirror so I could fix myself and not look like I’d spent my lunch bent over a conference room table.

“I have to go out of town tomorrow.” Standing in the doorway shirtless, he walked over to me with a washcloth in his hand.

Disappointment pitted in my stomach. “For how long?”

His hands skimmed over the back of my legs, pushing my recently smoothed skirt back up over my ass. With a squeeze and a quick jerk, he pulled me against him.

The buttons of my blouse, pressed against his hard, smooth chest. “Why are you going and putting yourself together, when you know I’m just going to dirty you up again?”

I was pretty sure the butterflies had turned into full blown eagles in my stomach by now.

His lips peppered my neck with kisses.

“Too long.” His words snapped me out of my daze.

“What’s too long?”

“I’ll be gone too long. About a week.” He loosened his hold on me and dragged the warm cloth between my legs.

I parted them, giving him full access. Biting my bottom lip, I held onto his shoulders as he cleaned me up. The slow, methodical drag of the washcloth over my molten pussy had the opposite effect. How did he keep doing this to me?

“The same way you’re doing it to me.” He groaned. His gaze riveted to his hands parting my lips. The pretense of cleaning me up was long lost.

My eyes got wide. Had I said that aloud?

His thumb brushed against my clit.  “How much longer can I convince you to stay?”

“Don’t you have work to do?”

His lips curled up in slanted smirk. “I do, but if I’m going to be away from you for the next week, I’ll need something to tide me over. Texting and phone calls is not going to be enough.” He rested his forehead against mine.

“It will be that much better when you get back.” My pussy clenched around his invading fingers.

“Do you know how crazy I’ve been knowing you’re over there watching me? How am I supposed to work?”

I let out a shuddering breath. “How do you think I feel? All the women in my office ogling you from my window. The way they talk about your body and what they’d like to do with you.” A moan escaped my lips and I trembled in his hold.

“They can look all they like, but I don’t want to be used by anyone but you.”

My laugh was swallowed up by his demanding lips. I gulped when he sunk to his knees and leaned me back against his desk. The cool wood hit the backs of my thighs and I sucked in a breath.

He ran his hands along my thighs, lifting one and hiking it over his shoulder, exposing me to him. “I swear you’re my own personal drug. Have dinner with me tonight.” He dragged his fingers along my wet, swollen pussy.

My heart pounded against my ribs. Before the words were out of my mouth, his lips latched onto my clit. My head rolled back as he painted my pussy with his tongue, exploring every inch of me like a man starved. Like we hadn’t had a full meal less than an hour ago.

I couldn’t look away. His gaze locked onto mine until I couldn’t take it anymore. My back arched and I clenched my jaw shut, so everyone in the office didn’t know exactly what we were up to. A flick of his wrist and my orgasm crashed through the thin barrier of restraint I’d been clinging onto.

Panting, I drifted back from the cloud I’d rocketed up to and rested my cheek against his chest.

“It looks like I’m going to have to clean you up again. You taste so good. I’m sure I could think of one way to get the job done.” He laughed into my hair and ran his fingers up and down my back.

“Oh no you don’t,” I pushed away from him. “If you’re the one cleaning up, I might as well call in sick for the rest of the day.”

“That sounds like an awesome idea.” He laid it on thick with a killer smile.

“I don’t think so. You’re going to get me fired.” I rushed into the bathroom.

“They wouldn’t dare. Not after how hard you’ve worked for them. How’s the promotion going?”

My head snapped up and I stared at myself in the mirror. Swallowing against the tightness in my throat, I cleared it. “It’s going. Still nothing yet.”

“They’d be a fool not to give it to you.”

I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. The promotion I’d worked so hard for over the past eighteen months. The promotion for the position they’d moved to London over 4000 miles away from Ash. How did I tell him? What did I tell him? Would whatever this was end once I did?

Until next time ;)


[Steamy Scene Alert!] The Perfect View Office Romance {Bonus Scene Part 1}

[Steamy Scene Alert!] The Perfect View Office Romance {Bonus Scene Part 1}

“I was going to let you go with a gentle mauling, but now, I’m going to need to be more thorough.” He dropped his fork. His hand settled on my knee, squeezing it before pushing his hand higher and taking my skirt with it.

“They can see.” My words came out like a cross between a stutter and a gasp.

His breath skirted across the shell of my ear. “No. They can’t.”

I parted my thigh as far apart as the skirt would allow. Each inch exposing more of me as his hand pushed up the constricting fabric.

His thumb brushed across the fabric at the apex of my thighs. “Tell me Keely. Are you wet?”

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