Rules of Payne
Cake Love #1
By Elizabeth Lynx
Genre: Romantic Comedy
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.”
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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