 Hi, all. Today I'm featuring a new book by Juliette Banks, Remembering Roxy. The excerpt is way hot! So if it appeals to you as it does to me, simply click the cover or one the buy links at the bottom.
Happy Reading! Roxy is a modern, independent, kick-ass woman, who hides a secret desire—she likes a bit of spice in the bedroom. Will she ever meet a man who can satisfy her desires, without expecting her full submission? Oliver is a man who loves some kink in his life, but doesn’t want to be tied down by a possessive woman. He also has a secret life that doesn’t bode well for a long-term relationship. When they meet the attraction between them is immediate and electrifying. They are both amazed by their chemistry. But Oliver’s secret life takes an unexpected turn and threatens their relationship as well as his life. Can they find each other again? Or will their relationship be doomed to failure? Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of danger, action, adventure, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase. Excerpt I heard nothing more from Oliver for two days. Then on Wednesday, at a few minutes before mid-day, I had another text. Oliver: I have an urgent need to fuck. Are you available in about five minutes or so? Me: You have such a wonderful way of asking, Oliver. As it happens, my lunch hour begins in five minutes, and your suggestion sounds rather inviting. What did you have in mind? Oliver: Take your knickers off right now, at your desk. Shove them in a drawer. I’m assuming you’re wearing a dress and not trousers. Me: What, right here, in the middle of an open-plan office? Oliver: You do have cubicles though, don’t you? Me: Yes, but they’re not very high. Anyone standing up will see what I’m doing. Oliver: No excuses. You have thirty seconds to remove them. Then I want you to take the lift to my floor. I’ll meet you at the lift door. I’ll give you three minutes. Don’t keep me waiting or it will be the worse for you. Me: On my way. I shivered with anticipation about what he was planning. Glancing to the right and left, no one was yet standing to leave for lunch. I fumbled around under my skirt and whipped off my knickers, shoving them quickly in my desk drawer, out of sight. I picked up my handbag and stood up, ready to leave for lunch. As I went up in the lift I wondered if perhaps I was being just a little too eager to please. Should I play harder to get? I’d never been good at the rules of dating. My mother had always told me when I was young to keep men guessing and not seem to keen. Her favourite mantra was “Treat them mean and keep them keen,” but I was never good at delayed gratification. If it was offered, grab it with both hands, was more like me. Oh well, too late now. Eventually I arrived at the twenty-fifth floor. The doors opened and there he stood, looking gorgeous. He wore what appeared to be a made-to-measure navy pinstripe three-piece suit, with a white shirt and pale pink tie. He had one arm crossing his middle, with the other one resting on it, and his hand on his chin, looking thoughtful. Then he looked up, towards the clock above the lift. The inference was clear. But then I absolutely expected him to find an excuse to smack my arse anyway, so it really didn’t matter whether I was on time or late. “So, Miss Legal from the 11th, you didn’t exactly rush to get here. I detect a little stubbornness in your character. Or do you want me to tan your hide again?” Being unsure whether anyone was within hearing distance, I simply gave him an enigmatic smile. “Okay, walk ahead of me down the corridor to the last room on the right. The door is unlocked. Go in and bend over the table, skirt raised. I’ll be right in after you.” I responded immediately, putting on a little show by swaying my bottom as I walked along the corridor in my tight skirt and heels. I felt like the actress in that BDSM film about a secretary. I hoped I was winding Oliver’s spring, ready for it to recoil shortly. The door was open as he said. It was a meeting room, with huge glass windows looking out over the City below. There were a couple of high buildings not too far away, but far enough for them to need a telescope to see what we were doing. Not that this would have made any difference to Oliver I was sure. I walked straight to the table, hitched up my skirt and bent over it, feeling so wild and wanton as I did so. This man made me want to do such filthy things. There was a short pause, when I wondered what I would do if the next person to enter the room wasn’t Oliver. The door opened, but I couldn’t hear footsteps because of the thick carpeting. Then I froze as he began to talk. “And this room, sir, is our new meeting room. Oh, I see we have a visitor.” I shot up so fast, trying to pull down my skirt, only to realise Oliver was alone. “Oh fuck, don’t do that. You made my heart stop for a moment.” He walked over to me and pressed me down on to the table again. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist it. Now pull your skirt up again.” I reached down and slid it up over my hips to my waist. Oliver ran the palm of his hand over my bottom. “Mmm, I’m glad you’re wearing stockings and not tights. Much sexier.” I didn’t tell him I normally wore tights, but had suddenly taken to wearing stay-up stockings for some unfathomable reason. Oliver backed away a couple of feet. I could almost feel the heat from his eyes as they scanned every inch of my backside and legs. I felt a physical ache in my pussy, and a desperate need to feel him inside me. But first I wanted him to spank me. He didn’t disappoint me. “So, Miss Legal, it took you two minutes too long to travel from your desk to here—which alone is a serious infringement. Then there is the matter of you not doing as instructed, by standing up just now. Before I fuck you I need to let you know of my displeasure by thrashing your backside. Do you have anything to say to me?” “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again. I deserve my punishment. Please spank my bottom.” About Me: Juliette Banks is the other writing name of Rachel de Vine. I love writing erotic romance, where my characters have lots of exciting erotic moments, but still believe in love and romance—because I am a romantic myself. When I’m not writing, I love to travel, read and enjoy my beautiful garden at home in the heart of England. I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to contact me on my links below. Buy Links Amazon Blushing Books How to find Juliette Banks Website: www.racheldevineauthor.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/juliettebanksauthor/ Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Juliette-Banks/e/B01K0EIMNW
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