Secrets Between

Anna is a mature professional with excellent boundaries, which she needs because her personal assistant, Jason, is too hot and perfect for Anna to ignore. Sharing a cabin with her coworkers during a work convention, Anna needs her professional boundaries worse than ever. Then Jason uses his technological proficiency to show Anna exactly how much he wants to serve—and service—her. (M/F)


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Editor(s): James L. Wolf
Cover Designer(s): Siol na Tine
Cover Art Credits: Photo by Vgstudio at Dreamstime.
Production Editor(s): Erika L. Firanc
Proofreader(s): JhP323
Length: Novella (11,000 Words)
Chapter(s): 4
Publication Date: February 18, 2014
Serialization Date: November 11, 2017
Archive(d) on December 8, 2017
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Anna suddenly felt as if there was a neon sign saying, “Lonely Masturbator” suspended above her head with a gigantic blinking arrow pointing to her crotch. “What do you mean?”

“Lots of hot guys at this resort. You planning on getting yourself any of that action tonight?” Tasha asked.

“I’m just really focused on work right now, Tasha.” Anna replied. “But you go ahead and have fun tonight.”

“Well, all work and no play makes for a dull life, girlie girl. You remember that,” Tasha said. “Sometimes you just have to say fuck it and have a little fun. Speaking of,” Tasha said, fluffing her hair with her hands, “I think it’s time for me to get my drink on with some of those tasty boy toys in the kitchen.” She stumbled out of the room.

Anna took a few moments to enjoy the quiet in the aftermath of “Hurricane Tasha” and then resumed cleaning out her email inbox. Sadly though, the peace and quiet was short-lived when someone in the kitchen (probably Tasha) found a Pandora station of eighties jams and started playing it at full volume on their laptop.

A few minutes later Jason strolled back into the living room, his own iPad tucked under his arm. “Is this seat taken?” he asked, pointing to the other end of the couch.

“It’s yours,” Anna answered. She pulled her legs in to make room for him but the bottoms of her feet still brushed against the side of his thighs when he sat down. Anna felt a tingle run all the way up her legs. She peeked at him at the end of the couch. Jason seemed to take no notice of her.

He was right. They were simply a good team, with similar temperaments that worked well together. Both of them skipping the party in the other room to catch up on work just reinforced that. Jason opened his iPad and stared at it intently, his fingers swiping against its surface, pinching images and tapping tabs. Anna opened Facebook—always handy when one was looking for a distraction.

A few minutes later, Jason leaned back against the couch and shifted his weight, moving his thigh back against the bottoms of Anna’s feet. She left them there, enjoying the warmth of his body through his jeans.

Anna watched the ice in her drink melt, surrendering to the vodka in the glass and thought, Why not let go, just like that?

As if he heard her thoughts, Jason turned his head and asked, “Can I borrow some of your blanket?”

“Of course,” she answered.

He reached out his arm and pulled a corner of the blanket off her ankles and onto his lap. Now it ran the whole length of the couch, covering them both.

Laughter rang out from the kitchen as another round of drinks was poured. Anna heard Tasha’s throaty alto belting out some Bon Jovi. “Cause I’m a cowboy! On a steeeee-el horse I ride! I’m wanted….”

“Waaaaanted-ed!” everyone in the kitchen echoed, “DEAD OR ALIVE!”

Both she and Jason lightly chuckled. Apparently they were missing quite the party in the other room.

Then, without looking at her, Jason lazily snaked his hand under the blanket, cupped her ankle and began to run his thumb back and forth against her skin. Anna’s thighs went up in flames, fueled by little sparks he sent up with each stroke. She realized she was no longer concentrating on the words on her screen or the Bon Jovi sing-along in the other room. All of her attention was zeroed in at the bottom of her body.

Suddenly, a Facebook chat window popped up on her screen. It was Jason.

“You can stretch out your legs, if you want.”

She paused for a moment and then lifted one leg and slid it across his lap. When she did, the bottom of her foot grazed against the front of his pants. His cock was hard and she heard a sharp intake of breath.

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