Rules of Payne
Cake
Love #1
By Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: Elizabeth Lynx
Re-release Date: March 27, 2017
Synopsis
Morgana Drake has a problem.
Her boss Henrik Payne.
He is
short-tempered, self-centered, in dire need of a social life, probably an
undiagnosed workaholic, and practically unbearable.
Yet.
She wants to rip
his clothes off. To slather him in vanilla buttercream frosting and lick it off
him from toe to head, and especially in between.
How will she
ever get ahead at the company if she keeps imagining her boss melting in her
mouth?
Henrik Payne has
rules. Rules to live by and especially work by. It's not until his clumsy yet
curvaceous assistant tests his resolve that he begins to see life isn't all
about rules.
He just hopes he can get through the day without accidentally fondling her.
He just hopes he can get through the day without accidentally fondling her.
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Excerpt
Once I was out of the elevator, I headed
straight into the bathroom and noticed Ms. Drake was not at her desk. Maybe she
went home for the day and I won’t have to deal with her.
I checked my watch and noted the time, ten
minutes until eleven o’clock. I had just enough time to give my cock a good
spanking before Ken Brooks, the CFO, used the restroom for his daily shit
storm. I’m sure Ms. Drake had learned by now to stay away from her desk when
Brooks used the bathroom.
My orgasm was quick due to the use of one of
my top fantasies about Ms. Drake. I had about ten different fantasy scenarios
of her I used when I masturbated, and they were ranked by length of orgasm and
time it took to hit the big O.
The one I used was ranked at number two. I
would have used the first one knowing time was limited with Brooks nearing, but
I wanted to switch it up. Anyways, I used number one in the shower this
morning.
Number two was Morgana on her knees in my
office, begging for my cock. She drooled as I told her to take all of it. I
knew she wouldn’t actually drool in real life, but it’s my fantasy. In my
imagination, she salivated all over the Captain.
I cleaned up, flushed, and then ran into
Brooks just as I was washing my hands. He was boring as usual. He always
discussed the weather. It’s cold. Bitterly cold. Chicago in the winter was
frigid, everyone knew that. Why talk about it? He mentioned the sun and I didn’t
care.
Once I was in my office, I opened my laptop
and began checking my emails. One was marked urgent about the new Denton
account. I realized I was going to need Ms. Drake to help me.
Having just orgasmed, being in the same room
as Ms. Drake shouldn’t cause any problems. I got up and opened the door to find
her with her head on her desk.
“Ms. Drake.”
She popped up and stared at me. Those
greenish eyes turned golden as they enlarged.
Here I was boasting about what a hard worker
she was, and now she’s laying down on the job.
“Is this how you spend your day when you
think I am not in the office? Just lying around.”
She opened and closed her mouth a few times
before finally shaking her head at me.
“The meetings for today got canceled, so it
looks like I’m going to be here the rest of the day. Come inside my office; I
need to go over some things with you.”
She mumbled something just as I turned to go
back inside. The words ‘come’ and ‘bathroom’ were the only ones I caught.
I turned back. “What did you say?”
Her eyes darted around. “Uh, let me just run
to the bathroom first.”
I nodded my head. “Okay.”
After a few minutes, she strolled into my
office. Over the last few weeks, I had become accustomed to Ms. Drake’s stride.
It’s average but with a little more swing in her hips and at times, bouncy.
Perhaps that was why she tripped more often than others.
But right now her walk was cat-like,
stealthy, with a heaping dose of confidence and cleavage. As she took her seat,
her fingers tugged at her blouse, bringing my eyes down to her chest where they
remained.
I hated it when she did that.
Forcing my gaze back to her face I wondered
what I missed. Something was happening and I wondered for a moment if it
involved me.
“Are you feeling alright, Ms. Drake? You look
pale and you have a funny expression on your face.”
Her fingers continued to fondle her top but
her eyes narrowed at me. “Oh I’m fine, Mr. Payne. One hundred percent, grade-A
beef, fine. In fact, I think I’m a little hot. Do I look hot to you, Mr.
Payne?”
One button. Pop.
Another button. Pop.
She shimmied slightly but enough to reveal a
slip of green lace.
I swallowed. Hard.
“Ms. Drake, what are you doing?”
Her lips curved as if she was waiting for
those exact words to tumble out of my mouth. I got the feeling she wanted
something. I also got the feeling I would give it to her. My hand slipped to my
lap as I adjusted my cock already stirring from his earlier binge.
He was insatiable.
“I was in the bathroom a little while ago.”
I nodded. “I know you asked to use it before
we had this meeting.”
Did I drop something in there? Maybe she
heard me talking to Brooks and wants in on that top-secret conversation about
the sunny sky in winter.
I tried to hide my laughter.
“No, before.”
What was she talking about? This woman was
sexy and smart, but right now she might as well have been…wait, I think I got
her meaning.
“The women’s bathroom you mean, right, Ms.
Drake?” My eyes pleaded with her to open her mouth and say ‘yes, the women’s
bathroom.' Why would she not use the women’s restroom? That would be
ridiculous, especially so close to Brooks’ time.
Her head turned slowly from side to side in a
tormenting no. “No, the men’s. The woman’s restroom was being cleaned so I had
to use the men’s. You know, the one where you wanted me to take all of your
cock.”
Meet the Author
Elizabeth Lynx
writes romantic comedy with steam. She's a recovering comedian. Wife and mother
of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of
preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she
doesn't have to fold laundry.
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