by Clarissa Wild
Publication date: July 19th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
What do men want more than anything? Money and women.
As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man.
Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s massive. Girls fight over me in droves.
In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top.
To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret…
I’m a panty sniffer.
What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.
Except it’s about to blow up in my face.
Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview … the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…
And what do I do?
I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my intern.
Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book, not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.
“I don’t want this to be a one-night thing only,” he says, his lips so close I can feel his breath on my skin.
I suck in some oxygen. “It can’t be anything more than that.”
“Give me one good reason,” he murmurs.
“I … we’re … you’re my boss.” I’m struggling to find the words.
“So?” Goddamn that sexy smug face of his.
“People will talk,” I say.
“So what? Let them.”
“You don’t understand. Maybe you can do whatever you want, but I can’t. People look up to you. They do what you say. But me … I’m just an intern.”
“You’re so much more than that to me,” he says. “And not just in an ‘I wanna fuck your brains out’ way.”
I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips, but I shake my head to make it go away. “No, I mean, they won’t see me as one of them anymore. They’ll think I got this job and everything else because we’re hooking up.”
“I’ll make them see differently.”
“It’s not …”
I sigh. I can’t explain this. How do you tell a man you don’t trust anyone? You don’t. Because it hurts them. And believe it or not, I don’t want to see him hurt.
“I like you,” TJ says, and he tips up my chin to make me look at him. “And I want to see where this could go.”
“I’m not a closet fuck,” I whisper as he leans in closer and closer.
He laughs. “No … you’re a bed fuck. And a desk fuck. And a bathroom fuck. And pretty much everywhere else I can think of.”