Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Fighter Secretary by Ann Mayburn

The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn

His prim and proper secretary has a naughty side…

Amanda’s attraction to her boss, former UFC World Champion Dallas Ortega, is off the charts. The bad boy turned successful businessman is hot, smart, and everything she’s ever wanted in a guy. The bad news? He’s also a notorious ladies man. Amanda has no intention of becoming another one of his conquests, but a girl can fantasize…

Dallas can’t believe it when he views a security tape showing Amanda, his classy, elegant secretary, doing very naughty things with one of the BDSM toys he left in his office. He’s been falling for Amanda for months and struggling to keep their relationship professional. Now? He’s going for the win. Dallas isn’t above using a little blackmail and trickery to get his submissive secretary into his bed and, hopefully, get him inside her heart.


The video was surprisingly good and when motion came from the corner of the camera’s view he leaned forward, surprised when a moment later Amanda came onto the screen with an armful of folders.

A quick glance at the time stamp showed that it was past eight o’clock at night and he wondered what the hell she was doing there until he remembered that the next day he’d had a big presentation to some potential investors. Amanda had, with her usual efficiency, provided him with everything he’d needed to wow the investors. With a wince of chagrin he realized that he’d only told her about the meeting two hours before the end of the day. She’d obviously stayed late to get the presentation together without him knowing. 

His gaze devoured her as she moved with liquid grace across his office and he couldn’t help but grin when she frowned and bent down to pick something up off the floor. It was the black T-shirt he’d worn that day and forgotten to pick up when he’d changed before leaving work to meet with his mother at a nice restaurant for dinner. Amanda looked stunning, as usual. All long legs and elegant bone structure, with the prettiest pink lips he’d ever seen. She never wore a drop of makeup, not that she needed it. The Asian heritage she’d gotten from her mother was evident in her porcelain skin and the slight tilt to the green eyes she’d inherited from her American father.

Dallas knew all about Amanda’s family, had made it a point to get to know everything he could about her. To say he was slightly obsessed with her was an understatement, but he’d managed to keep himself under control around her. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off by coming on too hard. So he kept his flirting playful, letting her think that he was just messing with her, but fucking hell he wanted those long legs wrapped around his waist in the worst way.

After tossing his T-shirt onto the sofa he heard her sigh. Not realizing the tape had audio as well he turned the speakers up. Amanda set the folders on his desk then moved around to sit in his chair. She opened his file drawer and began to mutter something that was no doubt not a compliment on his filing abilities. He tended to just dump shit in his drawers, which never failed to piss Amanda off. She said trying to organize his life was like trying to herd a six-year-old hyped up on Pixy Stix. 

She opened the top left drawer then began to pull out piles of paper and he felt a momentary pang of guilt at the fact that he was such a slob. Then she paused and he could hear her softly say, “Holy shit.”

Richie cleared his throat. “Remember, I didn’t know what was going to happen.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dallas murmured as he watched Amanda take the nipple clamps out.

They were actually quite beautiful, made by a jeweler who specialized in BDSM gear. Dallas had been a sexual Dominant for most of his adult life and enjoyed buying his submissives nice things. The nipple clamps were a thumbscrew design, a solid gold chain connecting them, with small diamonds embedded into the clamps themselves. They sparkled as Amanda held them up to the light. His heart raced as he wondered if he was about to see the woman he was pretty sure he loved steal from him.

If he’d lived to be a million years old he’d never have guessed what she did next.
Instead of slipping them into the pocket of her conservative black suit jacket, she ran her fingers along the length and gave a soft, definitely sexual moaning sound that made his cock instantly rock hard. 

Then she whispered, “Oh, Dallas, you are a bad boy.”

Without looking up he growled out to Richie, “Get the fuck out.”

     ***Are you drooling yet?***

Star Rating: Five stars

Review: Lusting over someone when you work in such close proximity is often a hard thing to conceal. Even harder when you're the boss and the one you lust after is your personal assistant. 
   That is until you watch some security footage and find out that still waters run deep. Next thing to do of course is to black mail her into your bed and life, because thats the only way right? 
    What follows is an erotic tale filled with panty melting scenes and book throwing frustration. Ann delivers a story that will literally knock your socks off so badly you'll need a cigarette afterwards.  
    Ann never ceases to amaze me time and time again. It is starting to become hard to say what story of hers is truly my favorite, she's written so many epic stories! And she didn't let me down on this one. The Fighter's Secretary had my emotions on a rollercoaster ride from the very beginning. I definitely cannot wait to read more from this epic author.
  But without giving too much away about this story you really do need to pick it up and read it for yourself. I promise you won't be disappointed.

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