Nikki could not get her boss off her mind or out of her wet dreams. It wasn’t just his sexy smile, or the broad spread of his shoulders beneath his dark suits, it was the dirty words he’d whispered in her ear when he’d promised to visit her room at The Tartan Thistle Hotel.
Samuel McWilliams.
Sam.
CEO of mega Scottish real estate company McWilliams Ltd. and host of this year’s Property Matters conference on the shoreline of Lock Lomond.
Stepping out onto the balcony, she tipped her face to the warm summer sunshine. Around her, birds called robins, chaffinch, and a cuckoo in the distance. The caressing breeze that wended through the soft branches and rustled the leaves picked up the strands of her long blonde hair in a sweet tickling sensation. She always felt so alive when she knew she’d be with Sam. Anticipation sent awareness over her body, and her pussy quivered each time she glanced at the clock.
What she loved about this hotel was its sense of privacy and isolation. The staff were attentive but not obtrusive, and the rooms were all bespoke. Being Sam’s secretary, she’d had the opportunity to claim an upgraded room even though her presence wasn’t much required at the conference. She was just there to problem-solve any issues with the venue and maybe take a few notes at the odd lecture.
Oh, and keeping Sam happy. That was also her job. The boss had to have everything he needed… right? Every desire was met until absolute satisfaction was achieved.
She was in the elegant room now. Its balcony wasn’t overlooked, the shower cubicle was plenty big enough for two and it even had a little writing table complete with plush chair and antique inkwell.
A smile spread on her lips as she remembered how her relationship with Sam had started, and she turned and rested her behind on the balcony railing.
Six months ago, her crush had been about to consume her. She’d needed an outlet, something to release the tension that was building within her. It was then she’d had the idea of writing a story about the object of her obsession.
A personal, private erotic story.
She bought a pink moleskin notebook especially, and an expensive new fountain pen. And then one evening, sitting on her trusty Ruby Glow ride-on vibrator, she’d penned a wildly erotic fantasy about Sam taking her over his desk at the end of the day, spanking her...
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