When she meets her new neighbor, the sparks are instant between them. Chloe Daniels has always been sexually aggressive and wasn't afraid to go after a man she finds attractive. With this stranger, she could find herself the prey. And things become more complicated when he turns out to be Reece Walker, co-owner of Walker and Son, a company specializing in fine-tailored men's suits, and the biggest potential account of her career.
Now, Chloe has to work closely with Reece to win over his father, who isn't aboard with the new direction his son wants to take the company, while also keeping Reece out of her bed. But Reece isn't used to refusals. He is a dominant man who wants to have the upper hand always, and is determined to change Chloe's sexual world.
Reece sets out to prove that Chloe is sexually submissive while Chloe fights to prove to Reece she is not. How can she prove it to herself, though, when she has niggling little doubts every time he gives her that crooked, knowing smile...
Chloe's breathing was as erratic as the woman he was touching. The woman nodded, but he slid groping hands from her breasts to her neck, holding her neck lightly, he angled her head back and to the side. Her back arched, her breasts thrust out obscenely in front of her. His voice was loud enough for Chloe to hear. She was paying rapt attention, leaning forward when she really didn't have to. His voice was louder, meant to include them both in the conversation.
“Say it out loud, my pet. Tell my neighbor how you would crawl on your hands and knees all the way into my apartment to get a taste of me.”
The woman's whole body shuddered, and she whispered, “Please...”
He laughed, and released her arms but not her neck, to pinch her nipple hard. “Say it.”
His voice was controlled and sure. He knew she'd cave and give him exactly what he wanted. He was so confident. Suddenly, Chloe knew the woman had indeed crawled to his apartment. Chloe was stunned.
The woman's voice when it finally emerged was scratchy and a sob wasn't far away, it leaked into her words, “I would, Sir. I'd suck you right here in this elevator. I'd crawl after you into your apartment for the taste of your cock in my mouth.”
Chloe's panting was mixed with the woman's noises, so she wasn't even aware of it until the elevator dinged at the fifth floor, and the doors opened. Flustered, Chloe broke eye contact and hurried out of the elevator. She hesitated, though she was unsure why. She took a few steps then turned back to the couple. He had spun the woman around and pushed her to her knees. Her breasts were still exposed as she knelt in front of him. He winked at Chloe as the doors slid shut blocking the view.
Chloe's breath escaped in a shaky explosion.
Tessa Kealey was born in Boston, and except for a side trip or two out of state, she has always lived, worked and played in the area. She enjoys writing about taboo sexual subjects like force or non-consent. The fantasy of a strong, dominant man taking what he wants gives her shivers.
She works hard to improve her craft on a daily basis, and wants readers to immerse themselves in the taboo scenarios she creates.