This story was part of the Wickedly Exotic Spring Erotic Wonderland box set, but is being released as a stand-alone with a few rewrites and bonus scenes.
While on vacation, Gavin and Chloe ensured Las Vegas’
nickname ‘Sin City’ continued to hold true.
The temperature wasn’t the only thing hot as they pushed
their sexual limits beyond traditional boundaries into taboo territory. Things heat up when Chloe
admits her attraction to women. Their trip ended with satisfied desires and a fantasy
come true.
But their adventures don't end in Vegas.
For 18+ readers. This story contains graphic language,
erotic situations, and MFF ménage.
“Thanks for derailing my team lunch today,” Chloe said. He
rose from his desk and stalked toward her.
“I had no
intention of derailing anything; we just stopped in for a bite to eat. You, on
the other hand, had sinister motives with that text, Ms. Meyerson,” Gavin said.
He stood close to her, looking down into her eyes with his predatory stare. “I just
wanted to see you, but when you sent me that text I needed you to come up here.
You make me absolutely fucking crazy.”
He placed his left hand on the wall beside her. He restrained
his urge to run his fingers through her hair and kiss her.
Chloe sighed and blinked her eyes. “How did you know where
we were?”
“Your assistant told me. I know your Friday lunches are mini
pow-wows with your team. How did it go? Did you get any good feedback?”
“Sure. They told me you’re hot, you’re a fine-ass man, and
whoever you’re sleeping with is a lucky woman. Things like that,” she said,
then laughed.
Gavin laughed then leaned in. He ran his cheek across
Chloe’s neck up toward her lips, stopping just shy of kissing her. “I’m hot for
you,” he whispered. “Have you thought of anything you want to do this weekend
in Vegas? I mean, other than being the lucky woman I’m sleeping with.”
“We’ll think of something.”
He moaned as he ran his fingers down from her collar across the
swell of her breast, then a little farther down where he lingered on her
hardened nipple through her jacket. “Tell me, baby, were you really wet at
lunchtime?”
“Soaking,” Chloe whispered.
“Are you wet now?”
“I can feel my dampness dripping down my thigh as we speak.”
Feeling shielded from sight, Chloe grabbed Gavin’s jacket at
the waist and pulled him into her. He brushed his lips against hers. “Ms.
Meyerson, are you coming on to me?”
“I find it so damn hard to control myself in your presence,
Mr. Hunter.”
He stepped in closer, resting his right hand on the wall as
well, then lowered his head and crushed his mouth against hers.
She gently pushed back. “I need to go. I don’t need anyone
starting any juicy gossip about us. I’ll see you later; I have a meeting.”
Desiree was born and raised in Iowa. She married her high
school sweetheart and moved to the Philadelphia area after high school. She’s been
happily married for over twenty-five years. She’s the mother of two sons and a
daughter.
Writing,
in one form or another, has always been something she's enjoyed. Desiree also enjoys
traveling and spending time at the beach.
