The Deal

Beautiful Lacie Duncan was devastated when she saw the note on her desk; someone had discovered that she was embezzling money from her company!

To her surprise, her blackmailer turned out to be the dark, brooding and handsome maintenance man, Ben Cotes. In return for his silence, Ben had but one request; Lacie would need to spend one night with him.

Short Story: 6,122 Words

Warning - Sexual content not suitable for the young

Excerpt:

“Let’s start with a kiss,” Ben said, lowering his mouth to her full lips.

Lacie wanted badly to show that she did not enjoy the kiss, but she was betrayed by her body. The jolt of arousal was so strong, so complete, that she willingly opened her lips to let him plunder her warm mouth. Feeling his bold but gentle hands on her hips, Lacie jumped when he surprisingly lifted her, intuitively wrapping her slim legs around his narrow waist.

“Ahh.... Ben, that’s enough. Put me down please...” Lacie said. Realizing what she had done, she tried to break the kiss and get back on her feet. Ben released her, but let his hands slide along her firm thighs to cup her rounded bottom.

“Stop!” Lacie gasped, trying to slap his hands away.

“I believe I’m the one calling the shots here, Miss Duncan.” Ben chuckled. “Besides, you sure looked like you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

Pulling her closer, Ben resumed the kiss. Lacey hesitated, but as soon as her lips touched his, it changed to hot and needy.

“Ben, please...I...”

Ben watched as her head fell back, baring the long line of her neck and collarbone. Her breasts were heaving as her breath continued to come in short, desperate puffs.


“Wait, stop! This is going too fast.”

“What’re you talking about? We’re just getting started. Let’s go to my room now,” Ben said, scooping her up in his strong, tanned arms, one beneath her sexy thighs and the other beneath her arms. “Chivalry hasn't died yet, and my grandma would whoop my ass if I treated you unkindly, so I'm carrying you. I would suggest that you hold on tightly.”

“Ooooo, be careful!” Lacie said, nervously wrapping her arms around Ben's shoulders. When she noticed Ben looking at her, she looked away shyly, only for her eyes to wander along his sculpted muscles, flexing with his movements. Lacie was confused, how could she be so excited when she was suppose to be angry? He is coercing you into sex, get a grip of yourself Lacie Duncan!

Laying her on the bed, Ben watched as Lacie scooted back away from him. He could see her dress riding up her thighs, the hem neared the curve of her hip.

“Take off your clothes, Ms. Duncan.”

“No, please, this is embarrassing.”

“I wonder whether it would be embarrassing when your boss call the cops,” Ben said with a laugh.

“Not funny!” Lacie glared angrily at Ben, but she felt no rage, only arousal and lust. Somehow, she had found herself getting wet with excitement at being ordered around. With shaking hands, she gripped the hem of her dress and took the fabric over her head, exposing the long length of her smooth torso and high breasts she’d covered in an elegant wine colored bra.

“Sweet mother Mary! I know you must hear this a lot, but you're so beautiful!” Ben said, reaching out and running a hand along Lacie's thigh. His touch was electrifying, sending ripples of wanton desire through her body.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl you bring home,” Lacie said, her voice husky with a need she'd been downplaying since he'd kissed her. She could not believe how turned on she was just by his touch.