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Blurb
Rosalind Howard takes a job as personal librarian to the enigmatic and handsome Julian Hadey. Employed to catalogue his vast archive of erotica, she soon finds herself presented with a still more intriguing challenge...
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Excerpt
Julian Hadey, a rich, sensual and totally self indulgent hedonist, reflects on the young woman he's just hired to catalogue his library, and his thoughts stray beyond the bounds literature...
She's right. She is perfect for the job, he thought, and took a sip of the exquisite bone-dry sherry that Rosie had earlier refused in favour of a sweeter, more feminine variety.
The woman he'd just employed had left now, clutching her dark and educational books, and looking faintly bemused. Julian Hadey recalled her presence with some satisfaction, both applauding his own split second decision, and feeling a fresh wave of sexual excitement about the lovely young body he'd selected.
He smiled as he imagined her. A pretty, northern 'lass'. Rosie. Well-named, because she did have a bloom about her. A sexy innocent lushness that would be so useful for what lay ahead.
Good for me too, he reflected. Technically, he hadn't intended her for himself; but if she was willing - and he was perfectly certain she was - there was no reason why he shouldn't also enjoy her.
He was back in his library now, and as he shifted his hips in the deep leather armchair, in an attempt to ease to his erection, he pictured how she'd looked here earlier. The body that'd inspired his hardness. Specifically, he saw again the sight that'd plagued him throughout the whole of the interview - that truly gorgeous cleavage between those long, charcoal grey lapels. A deep and succulent cleft that was designed for the male mouth to forage in. And not just the mouth.
He wondered what she'd thought of his scrutiny. Julian had never hidden his abiding interest in women and their bodies; he felt it dishonest, somehow, to snatch furtive peeks and stolen leers. If he admired a woman, he told her with his eyes; and thus far his frankness had always been rewarded.
Putting aside his sherry, he laid his hand across his groin and considered Rosie Howard.
She was an intriguing and mouthwatering girl, and quite obviously not what she'd tried so hard to project herself as. Her performance had been good, granted, but he sensed that her smooth, sleek style had been a one-off act, or a persona that was still quite new to her. The idea that she'd been trying to deceive him - just as much as he had her - both aroused and amused him. There was much entertainment ahead, he decided, his smile widening. For both of them.
Beneath his fingers, his cock was like iron. Had she noticed it? he pondered. Seen it pushing at the fly of his jeans? He'd felt her studying him as they'd talked - at least as intently as he was studying her. What would she have done if he'd calmly unzipped and taken himself in hand, as he wanted to do now. He rather thought she'd be alarmed at first, her blue eyes wide with outrage. After a moment though, her look would soften and grow smoky, and she'd move forward and touch him. Stroke his silky stiffness, then fall to her knees and take it deep in her scarlet-painted mouth.
'Oh yes,' he whispered aloud, aware that he'd pushed himself too far in his fantasy to back out now, in reality. Relief was essential. He saw no reason to suffer further. Sighing, he unbuckled his belt, drew down his zip, and pushing down his snug-fitting underpants, drew his penis out into the open.
After a moment of simply enjoying the air on his flesh, he began to adjust his position for further comfort. The people who worked for him were aware of his sensual nature, and never disturbed him unnecessarily. He had all the total privacy he needed to masturbate to orgasm, here in his own library, yet the fact that it was broad daylight, and others were moving efficiently about their duties not far away, only added to the piquancy of the act.
Pushing both jeans and briefs down to his knees, he pressed his naked bottom to the leather, and felt its cool surface kiss his inner cheeks. He wriggled slightly, enjoying the smooth hide rubbing against his balls and the slow majestic wave of his heavily rampant cock. He didn't touch himself directly just yet though. He was free for the rest of the day, so time had no meaning. He could extend his pleasure as much as he wanted. Or as long as his body would allow.
Leaning back, closing his eyes, he saw Rosie Howard spread before him on a bed. On her bed, the one that was prepared for her upstairs at his behest. The sheets were crisp cotton in the deepest pink - as if he'd known, uncannily, what her chosen name would be - and her white body looked paler than ever against them. Her delicious white body that seemed to cry out in silence for his darker one.
© Portia Da Costa and Virgin Books 1995
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