Minx Malone

The first book in the Desire Incorporated series launches on May 29th with Cobblestone Press!  I’m so excited to share the erotic adventures of this company’s employees with the world.  Here’s a little teaser of what’s to come.

Desire Incorporated: The Temp

Ava Kincaid took the temporary job at Desire Incorporated because she desperately needed the money, not because she was secretly hoping to see her ex-boyfriend Gavin Sloan again.  She’s already been there, done that and gotten kicked in the teeth.  She just wants to do her job and go home. 

But when they meet up in the halls of Desire, the chemistry between them is as strong as ever. Suddenly she’s doing way more than filing…

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Excerpt Rated: R

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Gavin sat up, on alert when she came to his office door. She crossed the threshold and deposited a large stack of paper on the chair in the corner. The air between them crackled. She looked at him expectantly.

He shoved his hands through his hair and checked his watch. It was almost six o’clock on a Friday, and most of the other employees had already left. The floor was quiet except for the distant sound of cars leaving the employee parking lot two stories below. They were basically alone together.

“I’m finished.” She shuffled closer to the door. The movement brought his attention to her skirt, another tight tweed number even shorter than before, and his dick filled instantly. “Did you need anything else before I clock out?”

“Is there anything else I need?” He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie. Is she kidding? I still haven’t gotten her taste out of my mouth, and she’s asking me what I need? “Christ, that’s a loaded question. Are you trying to torture me?”

He pulled the knot until it unraveled completely and the edges dangled on either side of his neck. Her eyes followed the movement, her throat working as she swallowed.

She balled her fists against her thighs before blowing out a harsh breath. “You walked away from me, you bastard.”

He stood and crossed the short space separating them. His eyes were stark. “I couldn’t be what you wanted.”

She raised her balled fists and pushed against his chest. “What the hell do you know about what I want?” She pounded against the front of his shirt and he allowed it, absorbing the blows, relishing having her so close again.

“What the hell do you know?” She repeated in a whisper. She dropped her head to his chest. When she looked up, her eyes were wet.

Her tears broke him.

He pushed her back onto the desk and lifted her smooth thighs until they rested on his shoulders. She struggled a little and gripped his biceps like a lifeline, her nails digging into his skin through the fabric. She twisted left and right as if to wiggle out from under him, but the movement of her body beneath his just made his cock harder. He positioned himself in the cradle of her legs until he rested against the sweet cleft between her thighs. She stilled, her body going soft and pliant beneath him. And this time when she hit his chest, she curled her fingers around the material of his shirt and pulled him down until he was sprawled fully on top of her.

He shoved the thin material of her skirt up to reveal the warm skin beneath it. Her thong was a small scrap of black fabric easily moved aside. Her pink pussy peeked out at him from her tangle of ebony curls. He slid a finger into the moist cavern and laughed when she tried to withhold her moan of pleasure.

“You’re right. I don’t know what you want.” He stroked and stretched her tight silken walls until he could fit another finger inside her, and her muscles worked to grasp him.

“I just know I want you.”

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