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Desk Job by Lily Harlem

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London Menage, 2

It’s just another PA job, right? Okay, the CEO is hot, and his partner hotter, but that doesn’t mean Stella Wright has to fall for their erotic brand of seduction. Does it? 

Who is she kidding? Stella is only human, she has bills to pay and insecurities about how she looks the same as we all do. So when Andre Bramon asks her to work on more than just dictation she can’t resist. 

Tristan Wainwright is a different matter. Brooding and dark, he barely has time to ask her to do anything. Then when he does finally pause, noticing her, all that pent up energy reaches a boiling point. 

Before long Stella is swept up in a passionate love affair with not one man, but two. She never expected a threesome to be part of her job description, though now…well, perhaps it might prove to be the perfect solution to a whole host of her problems.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex

 

Excerpt:

Twisting, I managed to get my rear end into my chair—it was a much better option than falling on the floor.

“Stella.” Tristan was in front of me. “Are you okay?”

A worried frown plowed across his brow.

I pressed my hand to my chest. “Yes. Fine.” I gestured toward my shoe. “My heel has broken.”

“Your heel?”

In a flash, he was on his knees in front of me. He set one hand on my shin, his fingers pressing against my stockings, and with the other, gently removed my shoe. He frowned at the high heel which was hanging off, then set the whole thing aside.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, smoothing his hand to my ankle and cupping the sole of my foot.

A tremble of awareness tickled up my leg. His touch was so delicate, so caring. “No. I don’t think so.”

He swept his thumb over the curve just above my toes, left to right, then back again. “Sexy as these shoes are, you really shouldn’t put yourself in danger.”

I giggled. It was a silly burst of noise from my chest. “I don’t think they’re too perilous.”

“You could have hurt yourself.”

He was still caressing my foot. Yes, that’s what it was, a caress. It was clear nothing was damaged.

“Tristan,” I said quietly and curled my fingers around the arms of the chair.

He didn’t reply. Instead he kept his gaze on mine. With his chin titled, he ran his left hand up my calf, settling it behind my knee.

My breath hitched—he was all I could see, feel, think about…

Damn, why does he have to be so sexy?

His fingers were beneath the hem of my skirt. He skimmed them higher so they were resting on my lower thigh. My skirt wrinkled around his knuckles.

I wanted him to feel higher, discover the pretty lace trim at the top of the stockings. Feel the heat of my skin, the soft satin underwear.

He released my foot and rose so his face was level with mine.

His pupils were huge, his lips so kissable. He was breathing as fast as me.

“Stella,” he whispered.

“Yes?” Heat from his body poured onto my chest, radiating through the fabric of my blouse. I could smell him, my hands itched to feel him.

“I’m going to apologize in advance for this … but I can’t help myself.”

He ran his hand around the back of my neck, his fingers slotting into my hair, and pulled me closer. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he dragged me to him.

I released a groan of longing. He tasted exactly how I’d imagined—dark heat and man, a hint of coffee.

Releasing my grip on the chair, I grasped his shoulders. Beneath his cotton shirt was hard muscle. Damn, why was that shirt in the way?

He moaned into my mouth as he stroked over the top of my stockings, tracing the lace with his fingertips.

He kissed with the same skill and intensity as he approached his work. I surrendered to it. Allowed him to whisk me up into a heady soup of lust.

Could we? Here?

Fuck.

What am I doing?

I tore my lips from his.

He didn’t stop kissing me and traveled his lips over my cheek to my neck.

“Tristan.”

“Mmm, Stella. You’re so fucking sexy. You’ve got me crazy for you. All week … how you look, talk, hell the way you walk…”

“No…” What about Andre? “But.”

“No, buts. Please, no buts.” He cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I pushed at his shoulders and tore my gaze from his. “I can’t.”

He tugged his hand free of my skirt and stood, releasing me. A flash of disappointment went over his face and I couldn’t help noticing a large bulge behind his zipper.

“Forgive me.” I stood, and in a strange, limping gate, rushed to the ladies’ restroom. I pushed through the door, then stood at the sink, staring into the mirror at my smudged lipstick.

My mind was swimming. What the hell was going on with me? I was a one-man woman. I never cheated. I didn’t two-time. That wasn’t who I was.

But Andre and I were hardly in a relationship. We’d had a night of fun. We were going for lunch tomorrow.

It was the start of something.

But I wanted to start something with Tristan too.

I liked him, more than liked him. I wanted him. I wanted his body, I wanted his mind, I wanted the special smiles that he seemed to save just for me.

“Stella. Please, come out.”

I glanced at the door. Tristan had opened it a fraction, though I couldn’t see him and he couldn’t see me because it opened in the opposite direction.

I didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s not your fault.” I reached for a tissue and tidied my smudged lipstick.

“Clearly it is. Please, come out here and let’s talk this through. I can explain.”

“Explain?”

“Yes.”

I ran the cold water and put my wrists under the flow. It was as if a fire were burning inside of me.

“I promise you, Stella, there really is no reason to be so upset.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

I turned off the water. He knew nothing.

“Please … otherwise I’ll come in there and get you.”

I didn’t doubt it.

I went to the door. As I reached it, my broken shoe emerged around the small opening. The heel appeared reattached.

“I fixed it.”

“That was quick.”

“I’m known for efficiency.”

Of course he is.

I took it and, with one palm placed on the wall, slipped the shoe back on.

“It probably won’t hold for long. But it will get you home,” he said.

I opened the door fully.

Tristan had one hand against the frame, his elbow locked. When he saw me, he released it and straightened.

“Thank you.” I stepped past him. “For fixing my shoe.”

“Stella, let me explain.” He gripped my upper arm and spun me to him, not roughly but not completely gently either.

My breath hitched as I looked into his earnest face.

“There is nothing to explain, Tristan. I like you, really I do…” And yes, given the chance I’d roll into bed with him in a heartbeat. He was someone I wanted to get to know better in every sense of the word, much better. “But I’m seeing someone.”

His eyebrows twitched, then he nodded. “I know.”

“How … But…?”

“Andre.” He kind of shrugged then released my arm. “It’s not a big deal.”

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  1. The Romance Reviews 4 Star Review

    Posted by on 2nd Jun 2016

    How do two workaholics resolve the problem of not having enough time for a relationship? By deciding to find a woman to share, of course. In the second installment of the London Menage series, author Lily Harlem introduces Andre and Tristan. Both men have all the right qualities a woman could want except not enough time for one-on-one attention. That's where Stella comes in. DESK JOB takes the office romance concept and gives it a naughty twist. As Andre and Tristan launch their plan, they soon realize relationships take a lot of work. I enjoyed the contrast between the two men, especially Stella's interactions with them. The menage aspect unfolds with great detail in true Lily Harlem fashion. Take plenty of spice, double the action and you've got more than enough to keep the office full of sparks. I found this story to be a quick read, perfect for a weekend escape. - See more at: http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=18366#sthash.NxpZlSTN.dpuf


  2. Great story 5 Star Review

    Posted by on 11th Apr 2016

    I LOVED this book. It was short but very sexy. I've already read it twice. Would love for there to be another book, say 5 or 10 years down the road. I love seeing how relationships grow and develop!


  3. Phew! Is it hot in here? 5 Star Review

    Posted by on 10th Apr 2016

    Lily once again excels in telling a fantastically sexy story. Set in London we follow Stella as she arrives for a new job at an up and coming marketing firm. Stella is the PA for the two workaholic CEO's, who not only share a PA, they want to share a woman too.

    It was a nice touch to meet up with a few old friends from Muscling In too.

    Menage is what Lily does best!

    Copy received in exchange for an honest review.


  4. A magnificent menage must-read. 5 Star Review

    Posted by on 4th Apr 2016

    Damn, this lady knows how to write red-hot ménage. This sexy story shoots flames of passion off the pages. Tristan and Andre work hard running their own company, so hard that they have no time for anything else, certainly no time for romance. Andre has an idea though and when they lose yet another PA, that idea blooms into something real and possible when Stella enters their lives. The perfect PA, can she be their perfect woman too and the answer to their prayers. This book has it all, two strong but caring alpha men, a sassy but sweet woman, an engrossing and endearing plot line and sex scenes that will blow your mind.
    Copy kindly gifted by author for honest review.


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