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Thu, 11/17/2011 - 17:43

Sagittarius Seduced

By Tammy Valentine

Series The Zodiac Club: Book 10

Heat Rating 3

Released 2011-11-18

Word Count 5710

Keywords romance, erotica, contemporary, tammy valentine, romantic comedy, erotic, sexual fantasies, naughty, soft porn, vanilla experimentation, star signs, zodiac, sagittarius, the zodiac club

ISBN 978‐1‐77101‐055‐9

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Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary year. Izzy wants one night of fun, but will the ice-cool fire sign deliver more than she expects?

All Izzy's looking for is a night of consequence-free fun, but her ice-cool Sagittarian defies his fire sign to deliver more than she's bargained for. Will Izzy allow herself to be diverted from her journey of sexual enlightenment through the zodiac?

The motel was a revelation. Completely at odds with its anodyne exterior, the place harbored an inner life that fitted exactly with Izzy's imagined picture. It was clearly a haven for swingers, lovers, and romancers of all kinds, and its free-loving atmosphere offered a secretive sanctuary for anyone in the mood for a little sexual adventure.

It was perfect for what Izzy had in mind.

Standing alone in the pink-papered corridor that was lined wall-to-wall with thick red carpet, Izzy readied herself for the encounter to come. She unfastened an extra button to reveal a touch more of her unsupported cleavage and hoisted her skirt an inch higher on her thighs. Then, after checking up and down the corridor to see that no one was watching, she slipped out of her knickers and dropped them into a nearby waste bin.

"Come!"

Izzy had wondered if her tentative knock would be heard inside the room, but the command was thrillingly authoritative.

She turned the knob and entered.

Joe Lindsay was seated at the desk against the wall nearest the door, pen in hand, poring over some papers by the sole light of a table lamp, which cast a warm, yellow glow around the walls. He wore a tie—where the hell had he conjured up that from? Izzy wondered—that was slackened around his throat, with the top shirt button undone in a look of either casual insouciance or overwork. Enticingly for Izzy's game, he also wore a pair of tortoiseshell spectacles perched on the end of his nose.

He didn't even look up when she came in.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Lindsay, but could you spare me a few minutes of your valuable time?"

He sighed heavily and threw the pen down on the desk. "What do you want, Miss Morgan? I'm really busy."

"I know that, sir, but I'd really appreciate your…input."

Izzy took two steps closer and let the door swing shut behind her. She adopted a pose with one knee cocked against the other, the toe of her stiletto grinding into the carpet.

"All right. What do you want?"

She put a forefinger to her mouth, uncertain how to answer.

"Come on, girl. Spit it out. I haven't got all day, you know." His tone was deliciously masterful, his body language imposing as he sat back in the swivel chair and shoved his pelvis powerfully in her direction.

"Sorry, sir. It's just that I don't quite know how to ask you this."

"It's all right, Miss Morgan. You can ask me anything you like. I'm not a monster, you know."

"Well, sir, as you know, I'm happy to work up a sweat for you, and I'll do any kind of job you need me to, so I just wondered if there was any way you could help me out with some kind of raise?"

He reached up to his face and slowly removed the glasses. "You do know I can't pay you with actual money, don't you?"

Izzy feigned horror at the very idea of it. "Of course not, sir! I wouldn't be so unreasonable as to ask for that."

"Then what do you want?"

As she spoke, Izzy moved gently over to the bed behind his chair. "Well, I was rather hoping you might be able to come up with some other way of satisfying me, Mr. Lindsay."