Private Confessions

by Lori Borrill

• ISBN13: 9780373793129
• ISBN10: 037379312X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-02-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

Pisces"Career and love will intersect--are you ready to play?" Experience has taught ad exec Logan Moore that office affairs always end in disaster. Which is why his online romance with Scorpio63 is exactly what he needs right now--the anonymous, steamy encounters help him forget the secret urge for Trisha he gets every day.... Scorpio"Today you'll clear up the mystery shrouding your love life, but will you like what you find?" Virtual sex with Pisces47 is so sinfully good it leaves Trisha Bains hungrier for the good, old-fashioned kind with Mr. Moore, her unattainable boss. But a chance remark of his makes her think the unthinkable: could the private sex fantasies she's been indulging in now become her reality?

Excerpts

"You're wearing a navy-blue skirt. It's tasteful. The hem stops just above the knee. Very professional on the outside, but I know you're naked underneath.You enjoy the silky feel of the fabric against your skin, don't you, Scorpio?" Trisha Bain gulped as she read the words on her computer screen. "I do," she typed, then hit Send. "You step into my office and close the door behind you. Those gorgeous lips curve into a smile that makes everything else disappear. You lean against the door and look at me with those big blue eyes, eyes that reveal your innermost thoughts. Today, your eyes tell me you want me. "Do you want me, Scorpio?" "Yes," she typed.Oh, yes. "I want you, too, baby. I've always wanted you." She shivered. "I pat my hand on the desk and you stroll over, swaying those hips that have been driving me crazy since the day we met. You're taking your time, teasing me, making me wait. "You prop up on my desk and lift your feet to the arms of my chair, spreading those long, sexy legs for me. So many times, I've wanted to reach out and touch them. Can I touch them, Scorpio?" "Please," she typed. "I place my hands on your ankles and slide my fingers up to your thighs. Your skin is smooth. I always knew it would be. I've been waiting for you. All day, I've been waiting for our meeting, watching the hours tick by. I can feel you trembling. You've been waiting, too, haven't you?" "Yes," she typed, noticing how even the word looked breathy on the screen. "I brush my fingers through your curls and groan when I feel the heat between your legs. You're wet. You've been thinking about me. Your scent is driving me to the edge and I can't resist a taste." Oh, my."I slide my tongue over you and glide it around in circles. You like that, don't you, Scorpio?" A bead of sweat moistened her upper lip and she squirmed as the sensation tingled in her most sensitive spot. "Yes," she typed. "You're so slick, so ready. Your breath goes heavy and you tilt your head back, thrusting your breasts in the air. I raise my eyes and watch them as they rise and fall with each breath you take, slowly at first then faster as the pressure builds. "Your nipples pierce your shirt and their hardness fills me with need. You're about to slide over the edge. You want to go over, don't you?" Trisha's hands trembled. Her toes curled inside her fuzzy blue slippers. Pisces was coming on strong tonight, and after a busy day at the agency, she could use the extra heat. With fingers stiff and shaken, she forced them to the keyboard and typed, "Yes." "It's better if I tease you." Oh, no, don't tease. "My tongue is barely touching you. You arch your back and pull yourself toward me, whimpering, begging for more. You try to get closer, but I dig my fingers in your thighs and hold you steady, making you wait. Your sex is so plump, so ready. You ache for me to move to that spot, that special place I know so well. Through long, ragged breaths, I hear you whisper, Please.'You want that spot, don't you?" "Please," she typed, barely able to move her fingers over the keyboard. She swallowed hard, her body pulsed. She ached to be touched, but she knew Pisces47 was far from the end. "Here's the spot, sweetheart, the spot that sends you over. My tongue slides along it with light, quick strokes, then harder, faster, until you burst in my mouth. You want to scream, but you've got to be quiet. People might hear. You bite your lip and hold your groan as the climax takes you. "You quiver against my tongue. It feels so good, baby. I'm so hard for you. Every cell in my body cries to get inside, now, while you're still clamped tight. I need to take you in my arms, feel those sexy breasts against my chest and plunge inside until you beg for me to come." Trisha's mouth went dry. She shifted in her seat, tryi