Ghillie Duhb
Ghillie Duhb
Series : Book
Heat Rating Diablo Delights
Released 2011-04-01
Word Count 13451
Keywords paranormal, bdsm, anal, fantasy, elements, menage, erotica, erotic, belladonna bordeaux, anal, m/f/m, Dom/sub, erotika romance, erotika for women, erotic romance
ISBN 978‐1‐926930‐34‐3
Disclaimer/Notice/Warning
Price :$1.99
Working overtime has never been this hot or dangerous.
Caught! Avery Beck is mortified when she’s called into her boss’s office to answer for writing sexual ditties involving the head-honcho and herself on her blog. Contrite, Avery promises Bossman anything to keep from losing her job. He’s more than willing to take her up on her offer.
Logan Forrester is one of the most elusive paranormals ever created: the Ghillie Duhb. Avery is his mate. After years of waiting for Avery to mature, he has her exactly where he wants her, playing the part of his dutiful sex slave.
With the war between the paranormal and the mortal worlds heating up, Logan will pull out all the stops to protect Avery while training her to heel to his every command.
"Miss Beck," Logan's Scottish accented voice filled her cubicle. A throb teased her crotch but she managed to push it away. The mere idea of having Logan Forrester screwing her had kept her awake many a night.
"Hard at work, I see." His rolling lilt only upped the sexual tension curling in her belly. She slowly swiveled her chair around until she faced the big boss. She snapped her gaze from the place her stare had landed—his belt buckle, to the chiseled planes of his face. Natalie was right, he was pissed about something, but she didn't have a clue as to what.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, she nodded. Her breath caught in her chest when the handsome man leveled his glare to her. "It's been a little slow today," she admitted. "I think a lot of people headed out of town early, you know? They want one more hurrah of summer, fearing this winter will be as miserable as what we went through last February." She didn't even want to think about those two blizzards that had crippled the DC Metro area. Even the stay-cation queen had been bored out of her skull as she waited for a plow to clear her street.
"Could you and Miss Preston join me in my office?" he ordered in a tone that didn't allow for an argument.
Avery agreed with a nod. She stood and trailed behind him. Natalie's hushed footsteps were directly behind her. She tossed a 'what the hell' scowl over her shoulder to Natalie, who shrugged.
From her two-years of experience at Millennium, she understood being called to the Big Bossman's office at three o'clock on Friday boded ill. She pursed her lips. This is not a good sign.
Her blood pressure had risen about eighty points by the time they entered his office. On a gulp, she stood in front of his enormous cherry-wood and smoked-glass desk. Unlike the other execs, Mr. Forrester was a bit more modern in his tastes toward office furniture.
Her nipples hardened when she imagined the six-foot four-inch tall man laying her down on his desk and doing all sorts of nasty things to her body. Her panties dampened when her musings went from generic sex to wild rides. In no way, shape, or form an 'anal virgin,' her brain chose that inopportune moment to draw a mental picture of his big, thick cock riding her ass hard. She shivered with unrequited lust.
Get over yourself, Avery. She silently commanded her hormones to cool their rampant trip through her body.
Nearly gasping by the time he closed his office door and took his seat, she exchanged a worried glance with Natalie. The poor woman appeared on the verge of breaking down in sobs.
"I'm sorry for the late notice, but I'll require both of you to work this weekend," he informed them coolly.
"What?" Natalie exclaimed. "I have plans."
Sympathetic to Nat's shock, Avery sidled closer to her. Her heart dropped to the soles of her shoes before surging upward to lodge in her throat when Mr. Forrester abruptly stood and propped his hands on his hips. So much for her stay-cation. "I can come in. Natalie isn't needed."
"I need both of you," Forrester corrected her. "The Hyperion C190 plant is going to litigation, and our lawyers need a slew of paperwork on the project."
Avery shut her mouth at his withering glare. Besides, he was right. She'd only worked minimally on the project before she'd headed back to the pool of admin assistants waiting for a new project to come down the pike. Natalie was the go-to girl on C190. "Yes, sir." Well, what the hell am I supposed to say? By the way, I'd planned on spending the weekend holed up at home watching chick flicks and making toffee?
She'd been the administrative assistant on another job that had gone off the deep end. She'd spent days at the copier with open file folders and tons of printer paper at the ready. By the time she'd finally finished the mind-numbing tasks, she was ready to scream.
"Of course, you will be given triple overtime for working a holiday weekend." He sat.
Was he serious? From every angle, it appeared that way. Doing a quick calculation in her head, Avery nearly fell over when she totaled the amount of overtime she'd make.
Peeking at Natalie, Avery watched her relax. "You think your friends will be pissed if you have to bail on them?" she muttered.
"It's okay. They'll understand." Natalie cleared her throat, the same sound she made every time she put her best professional foot forward. "Which files do you want me to start with?"
Mr. Forrester leaned over his desk and plucked a list from the corner. He handed Natalie a few sheets of printer paper. "That's the submission packages the lawyers have requested. Get started on that first." He steered his gaze to Avery. "If you would stay for a moment, Miss Beck, I'd like to speak to you about your duties over the weekend."
It wasn't so much what he'd said, but the note of anger in his voice that had Avery forcing herself not to run for the hills. Buck up. You need this job. "Sure," she responded. She kept her stare on his face.
He didn't go on until Natalie closed the door behind her when she left. He pressed the intercom button on his phone and informed his secretary that they were to not be disturbed, even if the building was on fire. "Have a seat."
She took her time planting her ass on the cushion. He didn't appear phased. The view from her five-foot six-inch height was positively delectable. Gazing at his broad shoulders, which tapered to a slim waist, made her shift slightly to the left. The urge to continue her inspection almost overwhelmed her. She sucked in a sharp gasp. No more. No further. Just stop.
She breathed an audible sigh when he retook his seat. "It's come to my attention that you are an avid participant in social media sites."
"I beg your pardon?" Avery mentally back-peddled from his comment.
"Social media sites. You enjoy them. At least from the report I received from our Security Department, you like to talk about work on them."
"I...uh...." He had her there. She did have a bad tendency to spout off not just about work but about anything that irked her on Facebook. It was solely therapeutic. On second blush, she could see that a few of her posts were a little over the top. You are in so much trouble it's not even funny. "You see...."
"I don't have to see anything, Miss Beck. I can read everything right here." He tapped the stiff-backed folder sitting on his desk. Without a hesitation, he opened it and read aloud a post she'd put on Facebook about a month ago. "Bossman is back in the office. Personality – zero. Ass – ten. Too bad he's headed to Boston soon. Great eye candy."
Avery willed the floor to open up and swallow her whole. She could lie, which would only get her in hotter water since she wasn't shy about the nicknames she gave her project managers or him. Hell, she'd referred to the last construction guru she'd worked with as Mr. Skimmer, because she realized halfway through the job he was inflating the material orders. It hadn't taken an Einstein to figure out the extra materials were going to an underhanded and sly partnership between the project manager and site superintendent for side jobs on Millennium's dime. "I don't know what to say."
He didn't stop with that update. He went into a nitty-gritty blog post she'd written after he'd first relocated to the DC office. A fiery blush rolled up her cheeks when she recalled how much she'd squirmed as she typed out the post entitled, "Ever Wonder what Your Boss is Like in Bed?" Originally, she'd gone into many of the fantasies floating around the break room, but she'd deleted them. Nope, that initial blog was totally about the hot CEO slumming it with the lowly secretary. Half the responses were from friends who understood she didn't get out much. They even suggested she go into writing as a second job.
It was all the urging she needed to continue the blog. Her friends laughed at the continuing exploits of lowly secretary and CEO, little ditties fueled by break room gossip and her over-active imagination. "I lead a very boring life," she mumbled. At least that much was true.
Tears of mortification stung at the corners of her eyes as he continued to glare at her. "A very, very boring life," she reiterated. The moments stretched out between them and a thick tension hung in the air.
"Obviously." He closed the cover with a flick of his wrist. "You do understand you've put me in an uncomfortable situation, don't you?"
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