Office Affair releases today
Which is really cool for me, because it feels like I haven’t had a new release in ages.
So, have you seen this gorgeous cover? Seriously, it’s hot. (Just like the book.)
Office Affair is one of those books that just kind of wrote itself. I think that may have been because the sexual tension between the main characters, Ben and Mel, was just…well, explosive. Much to their surprise (and mine), they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Which translated to a book so jam packed full of hot-lovin’, I’m still pretty stunned I wrote it.
Pearl, from Pearl’s World of Romance, had this to say about Office Affair:
“The sex scenes were once again beyond awesome! Explicit, provocative, unapologetic and did I mention hot? Breathtakingly hot! I may have actually panted a few times. Djeezus, who needs a heater when you have Jess Dee books?”
But don’t judge the book by her words or my thoughts. Why not see for yourself?
Office Affair: The Blurb
All work and no play? Not for this girl. Not anymore.
Melissa Sparks has had enough. Enough of being an overachiever, enough of having no social life, enough of being lonely. Just this once she wants a change. Something different. Something that looks very much like her business associate, Ben Cowley.
Ben is all alone in the deserted offices of Preston Elks. He’s gorgeous, he’s single and he’s been her secret fantasy for the last two years. It’s a split-second decision, but there’s no going back.
When Ben looks up from his desk, the last thing he expects to see is his too-serious, straight-laced colleague stripping naked. It’s been a year since his last relationship ended, and though he’s still picking up the pieces, Melissa throws his carefully balanced world off its axis. So does her offer: a brief affair, no strings attached.
Right about the time he realizes a simple affair will never be enough, she’s back in professional mode—and clearly as distant as ever. Now it’s up to him to show her that what they have is no fluke…and he’ll do whatever it takes to convince her. Even if it means inviting another man into their bed.
Warning: This book contains a man haunted by his past decisions, a woman determined to succeed, sex hot enough to steam up every office window on the block, and a voyeur who gets off watching those windows steam up.
“Touch it,” she whispered.
Ben set his jaw in a firm line and curled his fingers into two fists, making sure he did not respond to the invitation. Not yet anyway. “Melis…Mel, you need to be sure.” No fucking way in hell was he taking the deal if the woman wasn’t one hundred percent certain. She may believe everything would go back to normal in the morning, everything would just be work as usual, but Ben knew better. Sex changed everything. And his and Melissa’s relationship would be changed.
Melissa didn’t answer. She pushed off his shoulders and lay back on his desk, leaving herself exposed to Ben’s gaze.
A bead of sweat trailed down his spine. “Jesus, fuck. Okay, Sparks. You’ve got it. You have a deal.”
She wanted him to touch her? So help her God, he’d touch her. But on his terms. In his own way.
He pulled his chair in close, placed his hands beneath her arse—cupping two handfuls of silky skin and firm butt cheeks—and lifted her groin to his face. His lips met the sodden juncture of her knickers—er, G-string, based on the feel of all that silken skin in his palms right now—and a groan filled the air. His or hers, he wasn’t sure.
The satin crotch of her knickers was soaked through with her juices, and the nectar was enough to make him part his lips and suck.
Mel moaned and ground her pussy against his mouth.
Shit. Not enough, not even close to enough.
He didn’t want his fill of satin. He wanted his fill of Melissa Sparks. Hooking a finger beneath the crotch of her knickers, he pulled them aside, exposing her swollen, pink folds.
If he’d thought the scent had been tempting from afar, the aroma up close was intoxicating.
He buried his face in her pussy and gorged, licking away every trace of her juices. He laved her folds clean and then headed to the source, dipping his tongue in her entrance and feasting on her from the inside.
God, he couldn’t remember a woman ever tasting this good. This tempting. Couldn’t remember wanting to consume someone whole.
Was it because he already knew her? Already admired her? Was it because the whole experience was so unexpected, so surreal, it only increased his desire? Or did Melissa really taste this good?
Ben couldn’t get enough of her. He just wanted more. Wanted to sample every part of her. But that would mean stripping off those garters, and God help him, he just couldn’t bring himself to get rid of them. Not when they ratcheted up his arousal about a thousand percent or more.
He settled for sampling her clit, running his tongue over it and around it. Lightly at first, then a bit more firmly.
Then not at all.