HIS PLAYTHING, Slade Inc. Book 2 by Mackenzie Williams @evernightpub

his-plaything-evernightpublishing-dec2016-finalimage

His Plaything [Slade, Inc. Book 2]

by Mackenzie Williams

Purchase Links:

Blurb:

It has been a couple of weeks since Connor Slade offered Morgan White a more permanent job with Slade, Inc. Morgan and her boss are getting closer and closer, except for one aspect of their lives. Morgan rarely gets to see Connor outside of the office setting. She is concerned that maybe their relationship will never strengthen beyond her merely being his office plaything.

Her insecurities only get worse when Mr. Slade hires a temporary secretary for an upcoming business venture. Did Mr. Slade hire her just for the extra help or is there more to it? Has he grown tired of only having Morgan to “play” with? Can Morgan ever be enough for Mr. Slade?

15622729_1872212023009597_6854024588050569638_n

Adult Excerpt:

Morgan hesitated for a few seconds, just watching her boss. He looked fucking sexy as hell. His chest was a rosy-pink color from exercising. His hair was slightly messy, which was inviting. Mr. Slade then looked up at her, putting his hands on his hips.

“Why are you making me wait longer? Ms. White, are you trying to rile me up?” This time, his eyes softened just bit.

“No, sorry.” His schedule floated through her mind, and she knew that he had a fifteen minute window here. That was one benefit to being his secretary. 

Morgan stepped forward, and Mr. Slade just barely turned to give her more room to walk. Again, it seemed he was purposely making this hard for her.Connor. Her breasts brushed past his chest as she reached the shower door. When she turned toward it, her ass then brushed against his thigh. His skin felt as if it was on fire.

She stepped into the shower. The water was warm but not too hot as it ran down her body. A small sigh came off her lips as he stepped in. Fortunately, this shower was a little bigger than one would expect in a private office. He’s had other girls in here. That sordid thought wormed its way through her head.

Mr. Slade brought her attention back on him as he faced her, grabbing her hips. “So, Morgan. Let’s see how I want to play this. Should I punish you first for making me wait and hiding from me—”

“I wasn’t hiding.” As soon as she interrupted him, she regretted it.

Mr. Slade’s eyes flashed with something close to irritated amusement. “Thank you for making my decision easy.”

Before Morgan could try to dig herself out of the hole she had created, Mr. Slade spun her around. She gasped in surprise as he quickly pressed her back down. Her face was almost touching the shower wall as he pulled her hips back closer to him.

He turned to the side so the water was spraying straight onto her ass. His hands were soon rubbing over her body. Morgan lifted her hands to the shower wall to steady herself as her eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t entirely know why she craved his punishments but she did. Was it just to please him or was it for herself?

Sometimes the world seemed plastic. These moments were anything but.

Mr. Slade rubbed his hands down her back, over her ass, and lightly grazed her pussy lips. Morgan held her breath until he changed tactics. He smacked her wet ass harshly, and a moan flew from her. He smacked her again, and the sound of wet skin on skin echoed around her.

He growled as he smacked her ass again. This time was much harder, and Morgan’s eyes flew open as she said his name.

“Not good enough. I want to hear my name much louder than that.”

Morgan turned her head toward him and was trapped by his stare. He was looking at her like she was his prized possession. In that moment, she felt like it. He looked away from her, grabbing something. Morgan didn’t know what until her ass felt it.

Mr. Slade grunted as a hard wooden stick spanked her wet skin. Morgan yelped loudly and twisted her body, trying to get a look at the object. Mr. Slade raised it up, and she saw that it was a back scrubber. He was holding onto the brush part. She was very thankful that the shower wall didn’t give him too much swinging room. She closed her eyes as the handle came down on her ass.

“Mr. Slade!”

            “There you go.” He rubbed his hand over her stinging ass cheeks. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

Connect with the author:

http://mackenziewilliams.weebly.com/

his-plaything-evernightpublishing-dec2016-banner2

FINALLY HIS by Doris O’Connor @mamaD8 @evernightpub

Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release
Finally His, my May to December, Rubenesque, BDSM Office romance. This story
started as a Friday Flash on my blog, and was one of those flashes that
demanded to be written. You can find the original flash here.

I had such fun writing Richard and Jolie’s story, and I hope readers will
love these two as much as I do.

Blurb:
 
A nice hot, forbidden fling with
her boss…what can possibly go wrong?Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he
finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides,
it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.

Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes
the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages
is submissive…the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and
brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until
everyone knows she belongs to him.

Jolie was ready to accept just one
night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next
morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.

**Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, rimming**

18 +Excerpt:
 
“I’m going to unlock the door and go into the kitchen to grab some things that I need. While I do that, I want you to make your way upstairs and wait for me in my bedroom. First door on your left when you get to the landing. Present for me in the middle of the room. Do not take anything off.” He surprised her by that missive, he could tell because she briefly looked up him. “I want to be the one to undress you, little one.”
 
“Oh.”
Her breathy whisper of a reply made him groan, and he yanked the door open to
get out of his car. The cool night air hit his face, and Richard closed his eyes and took several deep breaths to get in the right head space for this, and to most importantly get his raging libido under control. Otherwise he would pounce on her like a madman the minute he got her through that front door. While a quick hard fuck against his front door held a certain appeal, he wanted to take his time with her. To show her how good they could be together and to leave her utterly scrambled and begging him to come. Only then would he seek his own release.
 
Mind made up he strode to the door, the click clack of her heels on the stones of his driveway a reassuring affirmation that she was following him. Having opened the door, and disabled the alarm, he switched on the lights and gestured up the stairs.
 
“Up you go, nice and slow and swing those hips for me as you climb the stairs.”
 
“Yes, Sir.”
 
Jolie dropped her gaze to the floor and proceeded to take the steps one at a time.
 
“Slower than that, girl. Pull your skirt higher, so that I can see the pussy I will be claiming soon.”
 
Jolie complied with trembling hands, and his throat went dry as her gorgeous, ample thighs came into view. Skin liberally sprinkled with freckles called him to taste, to touch, and he stepped up after her halting her slow movement upstairs.
 
“Bend over and get on your knees. Spread your thighs wide for me.” It was sweet torture to see her comply, and when her satin and lace covered cunt came into view, Richard stroked his heavy erection through his trousers.
 
“Wider, girl, that’s it.”
 
The pink crotch of her pretty, lacy knickers was much darker than the surrounding fabric, and he murmured his approval when she slid the dress further up her hips to pool around her waist. Putting his hands on the indent on her waist, he skimmed them lower, over the flare of her hips, until he reached the juncture of her thighs.
 
“I love your curves, little one. So much supple flesh to hold, squeeze, and mark as mine.”
 
Jolie whimpered her need, when he inhaled against her wet crotch, and nudged the hard little bundle at the top of her slit through the fabric with his nose.
 
“Oh, please.” Her breathless plea made him repeat that move time and time again, until her thighs trembled, and she pushed back against him.
 
“So responsive and wet for your Sir. Tell, me, my sweet, I could fuck you right here on the stairs, couldn’t I?”
 
“God, yes, please, Sir.”
 
She moaned her disappointment when he withdrew, and Richard chuckled into the soft skin of her inner thigh. He licked a path up to one fleshy ass cheek, only half covered by the satin of her underwear, and bit down hard.
 
A cock hardening groan came from his girl when he licked that sting away, and his dick jerked in his trousers, seeing the half-moon bite left behind on her fair skin. The scent of her sweet musk increased tenfold, and it was beyond satisfying to realize that this was as big a turn-on for her as it was for him.
He retraced the wet path his tongue had left behind, and then licked up her other butt cheek. Her whole body jerked when he bit down on that side too, and then grasped the underwear and bunched it up until it dug into her slit. Her puffy lips, separated by the twisted line of material, were the biggest turn-on yet, and Jolie groaned when he rubbed the fabric back and forth.
 
“Oh, God, please, Sir. I need to come.”
 
Richard slapped one ass cheek and stepped up the movement between her thighs. It was beyond satisfying to see the flesh wobble and redden under his hands, so he did it again, until his girl was a panting, quivering mess in front of him. Her inner thighs were wet with her arousal, and she clamped her legs around his head, when he licked that sweet musk away. One sharp twist and flick of his wrist meant the delicate fabric of her knickers gave way, and Jolie gasped, and relaxed her viselike grip on his head.
 
Richard smacked her ass one last time and ran his fingers through her wet puffy labia, which caused her to shudder anew. Her pussy hole clenched in rhythmic moves, telling him how close she was to release, one he had no wish to give her yet. Every clench expelled more of her juices, and he groaned under his breath when he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.
 
Sweet, with a slightly salty taste, his girl tasted divine. He grinned at her when he caught her watching him from under hooded lids. With her body shivering and covered in the fine sheen of arousal, her dress bunched around her waist, and the mass of her red hair spread over his stairs, she looked good enough to eat. A woman on the edge. It wouldn’t take much for her to go over, but he also instinctively knew that she wouldn’t allow herself to do without his say-so, as confirmed by her next breathy words.
 
“Please, Sir, may I come?”
*****
About Doris:
 
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
 
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine
in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
 
Stalk her in these places:

HER TEMPORARY BOSS by Mackenzie Williams @AuthorMackenzie @evernightpub

*NEW RELEASE*

Her Temporary Boss

by Mackenzie Williams

Her-Temporary-boss-evernightpublishing-finalimage (1)

Blurb:

Morgan White is in the middle of a rough patch in her life as she begins her new job. She has just broken things off with her fiancé after finding out about his unfaithful ways. As she starts her temporary job at Slade Incorporated, she feels unworthy of love.

Connor Slade is not your typical boss. He isn’t just looking for someone with great secretarial skills. Can Morgan be what he wants her to be? Will this man destroy her or save her?

Buy Links

 

 

Excerpt:

At one-forty, she sat staring at the clock. Her smile faded as excitement and nervousness took over. She only had to wait one more minute and then she heard him.

“Ms. White, come here.”

Her smile returned as she left her office, but she did her best to hide it once she entered through his open office door. There Mr. Slade stood, with his hands on his hips, his sweaty shirt already off. His hair looked wild and damp, his face and chest were flush.

“Sir?” Morgan looked from him to his desk and then back up to meet his stare. “Oh, damn it! I forgot your after-run things. I’ll get them. Hang on.”

She quickly jogged into the small room and grabbed the items. When she rushed back to his desk, she set the items well off to the side. She wanted plenty of space in case he responded the way she wanted him to.

“Morgan, I’m quite tired from my run, but you leave me no choice. Get in the position.”

This time she couldn’t hide her grin as she hurried around the desk. She suspected that he knew exactly what her plan was, but in the moment, she didn’t care. Her body wanted to feel his hands on it. There will be plenty of time later for embarrassment and self-loathing.

As Mr. Slade came around behind her, Morgan’s clit was already tingling. She could feel his body heat as he stood there, waiting. She heard him take a deep breath before moving her skirt. A moan came off her lips at just this smallest move from him.

When her ass and pussy were exposed, her eyes closed slowly as her hands started to claw at his desk. He let out a masculine moan as his hands rubbed over her skin. This sound and his gentle hands made her instantly feel better. Morgan took these as signs that he was also enjoying this.

“So my disobedient little one needs another reminder?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was breathy and even she could hear the neediness in it.

With no more pauses, Mr. Slade’s hand came down on her ass. She moaned and it quickly rolled into a purr.  She felt her nipples harden as another hard smack met her ass. A whimper left her throat and he slapped her again, harder. Morgan felt her skin start to burn which was mixing with the throbbing of her clit.

“Ask me, Morgan.”

“What?” Morgan spoke through harsh breaths.

“We both know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”

Morgan blinked rapidly while still clawing at the desk. She was unsure what she should do here. Her pussy was wetting further as she heard his deep breathing increase.

“Ask!” His voice was harsh as his hand came down hard against her ass.

Morgan yelled out a loud moan and then her words flew from her mouth without her full permission. “Sir, please. Touch me.”

“Where, Morgan? Say it.”

“Touch my pussy, Sir.”

A low satisfied growl came from behind her. She then felt his body press up against her right thigh. His erection pressed hard against her soft leg and she whimpered, knowing he was enjoying this play.

Mr. Slade then finally gave her what she wanted. Morgan gasped as she felt his fingers graze her bare pussy lips. His hand felt even warmer than it had on her ass. He ran his fingers up and down her lips several times before venturing forward to find her clit.

Morgan whimpered again as he pressed hard circles against it. Her climax was close already and she had no doubt that Mr. Slade knew it.

“This is what you were looking for, wasn’t it?” Again, he moaned behind her.

“Yes.” Her voice was a whisper now.

Suddenly, his fingers left her clit but soon entered her pussy. Not slowly, he pressed one finger into her. She whined as he slid it in and out a few times before adding a second finger. She tried to quiet her moans, but it was no use. 

 


Connect with McKenzie

http://mackenziewilliams.weebly.com

STRICTLY PROFESSIONAL by Iyana Jenna

Hi! Thank you for having me on your blog. I hope you and your readers are going to enjoy what I have here. This short story was released previously as a part of an anthology, Just Desserts. When it was no longer out there, Evernight adopted it. I’m so thankful for them.

This is an MM sweet short story with the stress on the sweet.

Strictly-Professional-evernightpublishing-JayAheer2016-smallpreview

Strictly Professional

Published By: Evernight Publishing
Published: March 23, 2016
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Word Count: 10,500
Heat Index
Blurb
 

As the only senior graphic designer at Downey Handbags, Zane Kotsky expected to become the head of the creative art department when the company planned to expand its business. His hope crashed when it turned out that the company wanted someone from outside to be the manager. Knowing that, Zane planned to leave the place at once, but that was before he met the man who would become his boss, Joachim Wessling.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

Excerpt
 

“Downey must be very lucky to have you.”

The kid—because that was what he was to Joachim, a kid—stared at him a bit too long.

“Watch the road.”

Zane snickered, and switched his attention back to the traffic ahead. “Lucky. Yeah, I’d call it lucky they decided not to kick me out after denying me what should have been mine by right.”

Joachim hadn’t expected to hear those words. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”

Zane sucked in a harsh breath.

 

“God, I’m sorry. That was totally uncalled for. Forget what I said, okay? And enjoy your stay here. People at Downey are the best, or I wouldn’t have lasted this long.”

Joachim frowned. Honestly, he didn’t know this would be the case. When they’d invited him to join the company, there was no talk that someone else might be qualified to be the head of the art department. In fact, he was under the impression that there hadn’t been an art department before, only a small division under a larger unit.

“You know, I can always talk to Mr. Downey and set things straight.” Joachim had never before seen an expression change from slight panic to utter horror.

“No,” Zane practically shouted. “You can’t tell him that. You have to promise you’ll never talk to Mr. Downey about the things I said. I’ll be happy to work under you. Work together with you. It was just a spur-of-the-moment outburst. Promise me, please?”

Joachim tried to think past the words work under you, and Zane’s pleas didn’t help the matter. He took a deep breath and gazed ahead.

“Okay, I promise not to say anything, though I’d prefer it if we’re all open and honest and don’t hide things from each other.”

“I’ve been open and honest with you.”

“Yeah, and I bet you regret it.”

Buy Links

Strictly Pro teaser 02
Iyana’s Links