Tasmin Paris, Junior Editor at Smith and Smith, dreams of becoming a writer. She also dreams of her gorgeous boss, but would never admit this, not even to her work bestie.
A violent storm is brewing in New York, one that even billionaire Lloyd Smith can’t ignore. After one final meeting he will send his staff home for the day—to work, of course, he wasn’t giving them the day off. When he spies Tasmin running at full force, coffees in hand, he holds the elevator doors open for her.
When the storm cuts the power and they are trapped, things are said and done that will alter the course of both their lives.
His hazel eyes bore into hers. Warmth spread over her body, and a happy flush engulfed her cheeks. He pinned her arms above her head, his hands exploring the contours of her body, teasing her. Her back arched in response, her lips parting.
“Oh, what I’m going to do to you,” he whispered into her ear, pausing to gently nibble on her lobe.
She giggled in anticipation.
He turned her around hard, her arms still pressed against the wall. One hand kept her still while the other reached down, pulling at her underwear. He dropped them onto the floor, releasing her hands and getting onto his knees. A flick of his tongue rubbed over her, and she cried out, giving way to low moans as his tongue searched the deep recesses of her body.
“There! Stay there,” she panted. “I’m going to—”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Tasmin gasped, sitting up poker-straight in bed. She massaged her eyes, allowing for the state of her tiny bedroom to come into focus. Well, that’s a new one, she thought. You could’ve had a sex dream about anyone, literally anyone, and instead, you choose your pompous boss. Nice one, Tasmin, she scolded herself.
She sighed and allowed her body to fall back against the bed. She covered her face with her hands in shame. She hated to admit it to herself, but God, she wanted to finish that dream. It had been two whole years since she’d last had sex before her ex-fiancé Jeremy the Jerk had decided to bang his personal trainer.
One-night stands just didn’t do it for her, and her trusty old vibrator was even less exciting now. She allowed her body to slip back into sleep, but her mind wasn’t playing ball and wouldn’t allow her to finish the heavenly dream.
