COVER REVEAL: Office Perks by S.L. Siwik

Synopsis

From a broken home, Victoria Wright knows how to survive. Realizing at a young age that her looks attracted men, she learned how to manipulate and seduce men to make it. Working as a high class hooker, to a bartender, Victoria has been making good money for years. Until her best friend and husband die in a car accident, leaving Victoria the caretaker of their eight year old daughter. Convinced her wild life is not good enough for Kendall, Victoria manages to get a position at Townsend Realty Co. Her attraction to Mr. Townsend, Mr. Hurley’s step-brother, is instantaneous and overwhelming. But, after five years of nothing but professionalism, Victoria is convinced he wants nothing to do with her romantically. When money tightens, however, Victoria finds herself dragged back into her old life. Mr. Townsend understands her need for more money, and propositions her…Be with him and only him for weekly cash. It’s an offer she can’t or doesn’t want to refuse. But, what happens when a woman who has only had sex for money finds herself falling in love with her powerful, wealthy, handsome boss? What happens when the money is no longer enough?

Find out in Office Perks with Miss Victoria Wright, Mr. Townsend, and a cast of lovable characters. Cameos from the Hurley family found in SL Siwik’s Winning Back series.

Excerpt

Mr. Townsend

Victoria is all business when she walks through the door, which is a startling contrast to what is happening at that moment- a night of fun and pleasure. She spins around quickly and begins to unzip her dress, her eyes fixed on my shirt. I place my hands on hers, stopping her.

“Did I tell you to do that?” I ask, teasing her.

She looks down at my hands wrapped around hers, then up at me with a heated gaze, her breathing erratic.

Placing her hands down at her sides, she smiles up at me with such a serene look on her face that it is heart-stopping. The warmth from her hands is electrifying and I feel it all the way down to my toes.

“Very well, Mr. Townsend, do whatever you’d like to me.”

I can’t control myself anymore. She has given me permission, and so I do the one thing that I’ve wanted to do for so long it physically hurts. I pull her into my arms. Her lithe body is pressed against me, and I hear her sigh. Lifting her chin, I brush my lips against her warm ones, and five years of denying myself crashes down on me with such an overwhelming intensity. Victoria must feel it too, because she gasps loudly. My tongue licks her upper lip, and I hear her sigh in contentment before parting her lips for me. I take her mouth like a man starved, because that’s what I am. I have denied myself her for so long that now I crave her so badly it hurts. Her hands wrap around my body beneath my blazer as she presses her body into mine. Frustration leaking out of her, she claws at my skin. I kiss her until she is putty in my hands, and I literally have to wrap my arms around her and hold her up, because her legs are shaking so hard.

When I finally pull back, giving us a moment to breathe, her fingers rake through my hair as she whispers against my lips, “Would you like me to strip for you, Mr. Townsend? You can sit down on the couch and watch the show…”

“Another time,” I reply. “I want to undress you tonight.”

I kiss my way down her neck, my palm stroking her throat once I reach her heaving breasts. Her fingers rake through my hair as I make short work of her zipper. I slide the open dress off her shoulders, caressing her skin to her forearms where the garment slides off. Before it reaches the floor, I grab the dress, tossing it onto a nearby chair.

Victoria’s head is tilted back, her eyes closed with her lips parted. Her legs are apart, her arms out, and she reminds me of a sacrificial offering to the gods.

My hands trail down her body to the top of her panties. Her eyes follow my hand down her body, her muscles quivering everywhere that my fingers trail. I glance down at what I’ve just uncovered to find her in a black, frilly thong, thigh-highs and garter belt. I run my finger along the black lace of her bra, my finger circling around her nipple.

“Very nice, Miss Wight.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Her voice is husky, every word laced with desire.

I don’t give a damn that she didn’t go out tonight wearing this outfit for me. She’s wearing it for me now.

Victoria wraps her leg around my waist, my hip holding it up. “Are you ready to find out if this is what you want?”

With her leg wrapped around my waist, her ass cheek fits comfortably in my palm as I caress her bottom. I stare into her eyes as she stares back. Her eyes mirror exactly what I feel inside- desire, wonder, and amazement. I’m not entirely sure how we reached this point, how we ended up at this exact spot at this exact moment, which feels like more of an accident than a well-laid-out plan. I have no idea how this love story will end, or what will happen after tonight. It is a terrifying feeling to know that after all of these years of hoping and wanting, that this moment may be the climax. After five years of waiting for her, this may be the best that I get- her naked flesh wrapped around my body for a few hours a week. But, nothing more.

What I do know is that even though I don’t know the ending, this moment right here is certainly the beginning. I feel it throughout my body, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. My stomach is wrapping itself up in knots, and my heart is pounding so fiercely it might just break through my ribs. But, with the way Victoria has wrapped her leg around my hip, her body clinging to mine, and her arms around my neck, I have hope that the ending won’t come with tomorrow’s rising sun.

Her lips are parted, her breath coming out in quick, short bursts. “This is the beginning, isn’t it?” she whispers.

My hand caresses her backside, feeling its soft skin on this tender area. “Yes, it is.”

Her eyelashes flutter as she blinks rapidly, her breaths coming out of her parted lips faster now. She’s as excited and nervous as I am.

It gives me courage.

“You seem very overdressed for the occasion,” she says with a sultry smile.

“We’ll have to fix that then.”

She helps me shrug out of my sport jacket. Yanking off my tie, I unbutton my own shirt. Removing it, I throw all the clothing onto the nearby chair. Taking Victoria’s outstretched wrists, I guide her hands to my chest.

Her eyes fly open the moment her fingers feel the hard muscles beneath. Her eyes take my naked torso in, as she breathes more erratically. “Mr. Townsend.” Her words are barely a whisper, little more than a sighing breath.

“Victoria, my first name is Blaze. When we’re alone together, you may call me that.”

She glances up at me, blinking. “Your first name is Blaze?” I nod. “What about you isn’t sexy as hell?”

I’m not sure how to respond to that. So, as her hands rake up and down my flesh, I say, “This is what you’ve been missing out on all these years.”

Her eyes widen as her hands tremble on my abs. They wander up, grazing my body, and the sensation of her hands roaming freely is a feeling that I cannot properly describe. It is my deepest fantasy coming to fruition, happening before my very eyes. Her beautiful blue eyes, that were filled with surprise and wonder, are now shifting to desire and need as her previously tentative fingers are now digging into my pecs. I can feel her hunger in her clawing fingernails raking over my body, streaking my skin with red angry marks.

In one swift move, I unhook her bra strap, sliding the garment off her body and toss it with the growing pile of clothes. For a moment, I can’t help but feel satisfaction at the sight of her and my clothes mixed together in the heap. Cupping her beautiful pert breasts in my hands, I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently, until I gauge how much pressure she likes.

“God that feels amazing…” she murmurs out absentmindedly, her hand fisting my hair with her eyes closed.

I take her hand, pulling her over to the couch. At this moment, the bed seems too far away. My need to taste this woman is too overwhelming to be ignored any longer.

Laying down, I beckon for her. “Come here.”

Strutting over to me, I watch her nearly naked form.

“What would you like me to do?” she asks curiously.

“Sit,” I command, touching my fingertip to my lips.

Her eyes glaze over in lust. “Yes, sir.” She kicks off her heels before straddling my neck.

Pulling aside the slip of underwear, I lick her sensitive area again testing what she likes.

“Oh my God!” She pants out, “Yes! Just like that! You are a fucking God with your tongue!”

Hearing her cries of excitement send me into overdrive, and I start treating her pussy to all of the ways that I envisioned licking it for all of these years. Victoria goes from screaming wildly at my tongue lapping at her sensitive folds to garbled noises. When I glance up, I realize she’s biting her fist to keep down the noise.

“No, baby, I want to hear your screams. Let it out,” I say against her thigh. She lowers her hand, her heated gaze meets mine.

With her eyes locked on mine, my tongue licks at her sensitive skin with sure strokes, my lips suck on her clit and she screams loudly giving me exactly what I want.

Empowered by her screams of pleasure, I grip her ass tightly as I inhale her musky scent of excitement and permanently engrain it into my brain. My tongue goes into overdrive, flicking against her clit before running along the length of her sex in a frenzied crazed sort of way.

I continue at the same wild pace until she is so near the edge of climaxing that she is riding my mouth, fucking my face without restraint.

“Mr. Townsend, I’m going to…” In her voice, I hear the question. She is asking if it’s acceptable to orgasm, and I tear a little inside at the fact that she feels she even needs to ask.

“Come all over me,” I reply, the words vibrating into her skin and causing her thigh muscles to clench around my ears.

I pick up my pace, licking, sucking, exploring her folds with my tongue, learning everything that could be learned about this woman’s most sensitive of areas.

She’s riding my face again, screaming wildly and when I glance up her hands are in her hair, her head tilted backwards. She looks like a goddess, something I conjured up from pure fantasy. I suck her clit and hum a tune…

The shudder that rips through her is so violent, I feel it course through her body, feel her ass on my chin shaking, feel her thighs around my cheeks trembling, feeling her sex clench and relax multiple times. I even feel her toes, that are touching my rib cage, curl up. None of that includes the wail that would have pierced my ears had her thighs not been muffling the sound. My nose lazily rubs against her clit in sheer satisfaction and pride.

After taking a few moments to catch her breath, Victoria finally scoots down my body to my shins.

“You’re the one paying me,” she breathes out. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving you orgasms. You’re not supposed to give a damn if I come or not.”

It hurts to hear her say that and I’m left wondering what kind of selfish bastards she slept with in the past.

“Is that so? Well, I guess I’m doing it wrong then.” I sit up, my finger pushing up her chin. “But, you know what? I like doing it my way. So, I guess you’ll have to deal with coming first. I was raised that a woman always comes first…in every aspect”

She begins to unbuckle my belt, smiling mischievously up at me. Her eyes tell me that she plans on sucking me off until I unravel in her mouth. I allow her to undo my pants, hooking her thumbs in my boxer briefs and pulling my clothes off. Frankly, I’m not worried about her not loving what she finds. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and her breath is so shaky I can actually hear it. Still staring at ‘The Boss,’ her tongue slowly rolls over her upper lip before she finally looks into my eyes.

“All for you,” I assure her. Her eyes twinkle as her nails dig into my hips in what I can only describe as sheer sexual excitement. A tigress has been given her steak.

I sit up, holding onto her waist as I turn us both, so that I am now sitting up on the couch. My erection is laying against her lower belly, my balls against her sex. Our eyes meet. And it’s the moment I’ve truly been waiting to feel for five years, no, my whole life.

When our eyes lock, I feel the connection between us, the thread running down my hand, through my fingertips and into hers, tying ourselves to one another. Connected. Unbreakable.

Victoria’s body is shaking, and I know she feels it too. The inexplicable power neither of us has any power over, nor any hopes in trying to control.

“I’m not on birth control,” is all she says, unable to articulate the emotions raging inside. She doesn’t need to; I don’t have the words either.

“I have a condom in my back pocket,” is my reply.

Her brows reach her hairline, smirking. “Expecting a happy ending to your night?”

Shit. I’ve dug my own hole for this one. Perhaps some truth will help me out.

“I never thought tonight would come, or that you would even entertain the idea of being with me.” I sigh. “It’s been a while since the last woman I was with…” I run my hand through my hair. “I’m tired of bed warmers.”

“Hey,” she says softly, caressing my cheek. It’s such a simple gesture, but be denied it from the one woman you desperately want it from, and when she does it, the movement feels Earth shattering. “I was just teasing you by that comment. I’m the last person to judge anyone for what they do. Trust me.”

Twisting around, she grabs my pants that she has thrown haphazardly on the floor and fishes out the gold wrapper. With a rip of her teeth, the package is unopened. She does not ask if I’m sure, or if I want to keep going. She already knows the answer. There is no stopping for either of us. Victoria unrolls the rubber down my thick shaft before meeting my gaze. With one hard pull, I rip her panties off her body, her garter belts now hanging loosely on her eyes.

She glares up at me. “Those were my favorite pair.”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” I assure her.

Eyes locked, she eases me inside her.