The Lifeguard

The Lifeguard

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"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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