book description

Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.

Sarah likes to tease–co-workers, neighbors, the barista at the cafe down the street, but she doesn’t mess with bosses. It’s too much of a headache to navigate.

When Ben, the floor manager, aka her boss’s boss, shows up to offer her a contract, she’s not sure that she wants to say no.

Is a surprisingly intense attraction enough for her to take what he offers, or will she turn down his proposition?

​Dive into this short, playful erotica story now.

an excerpt from "Workplace taboos: SARAH"

Sarah spun in her skirt, showing how it accentuated her big bottom and small top. Skirts were fun, and she had far more options for tops without the need for a bra.

Her poor work friend struggled with being indecent when she went braless, but you know, sometimes those babies just need to be free!
Was that why the floor manager had been in their part of the office so often?

When she sauntered into the employee lounge, he was leaning against the counter with a traditional white coffee mug halfway to his mouth. His gaze found hers over the rim, and heat sparked low in her belly.

“Our coffee is better, isn’t it?” Sarah said as she stepped beside him to grab her mug from the cabinet, and there it was on the top shelf where she couldn’t reach. The boys in her office were too keen on playing pranks on her. Small ones, like this, where she’d have to climb on the counter and possibly flash them what was under her skirt.

Her huff had the man next to her peering curiously at her again, then he looked up at the shelf and the sparkly black skull mug nestled amongst all of the normal ones.

“Yours?”

“Yes.” She planted her hands on the counter to pull herself up when he reached above her to grab it. 

Holding it out to her, he smiled. He had a nice smile.

“Thanks…”

“Ben.”

Sarah smiled. “Thanks, Ben.”

“No problem, Sarah. Least I could do for pilfering your excellent coffee.” He crossed one arm under the other as he took a pointed sip from his plain, white mug.

Leaning a little closer, she confessed, “I’m in charge of buying it for the office because no one else has any noticeable taste buds.”

Mmm, Ben smelled good, like warm honey and man. His eyes reflected the same notes, honey brown and warm. And they peered back at her inquisitively as their proximity drew closer.

“But you should really try it when I’m the one to make it.” Sarah slipped past him, her skirt brushing his legs on her way, and she pulled the espresso machine out from its hiding place under the sink.

Grinding and tamping her own beans she set the machine rattling. Brushing past him again, she grabbed milk from the fridge, sniffed it, and poured what she needed for two cups. On her way by again, she noticed how Ben’s gaze followed her as he kept silent and finished the joe already in his cup.

She stole it from his grip after he upended it, rinsing and setting it under the spout for his double shot of espresso. Steaming the milk had her swaying her hips. When she was a barista outside of Mating Metropolis, she used to dance as she pulled shots and poured drinks. It made her co-workers and customers smile.

It didn’t have the same effect on Ben, but the glance she stole only drove that small heat deeper.

What was he really doing over here? 

Pouring the milk and spooning the foam, the design came easy, and she handed the white mug back to Ben.

He grinned, fanning that burn a little hotter.

Sarah sipped her latte to keep the space between them safe. Rich espresso and sweetened milk mixed perfectly across her tongue, but she only enjoyed the first taste, cleaning and putting away the machine before anyone else came in to mess it up.

Picking up her mug, she winked at Ben. “Better get to my desk.”

He nodded, and she felt him watch her go.

What the hell was all of that?