Private Confessions

“I’m so sure,” Trisha scoffed.

“Get real. You were born in a business suit and your career is your red-hot lover. You’ve always been that way.”

Had she? Admittedly, she’d always aspired to be like her mother, showing up at dance recitals in those sharp business suits and her hair twisted in a perfect French roll. Trisha had been so proud to show her off, and at a very young age, had aspired to be just like her.

But was that the path she was on? Looking around the room, she realized she was the only one in the family who hadn’t found a serious relationship. Even her little brother had stumbled across that someone special, while Trisha had put her career before everything.

Is that what she really wanted?

Watching her parents together, the answer was a resounding no. Their careers were only a part of their lives, not the sum of it, and Trisha wondered if she’d been too focused on first things first. Admittedly, a woman didn’t make vice president at her age without making her job a priority. But that wasn’t what she’d wanted and the whole issue had her rethinking her priorities.

Her mother hadn’t become an executive until all the children were grown. For most of their lives, she’d just been a branch manager, a job that required little travel and half the responsibility she shouldered now. And as if to make it worse, Trisha had chosen advertising, a career with sharp deadlines and plenty of extra hours. Maybe the VP prospect wasn’t the greatest idea. Not only would it up the ante on the pressures at work, but the Tyndale account would have her on the road for weeks on end.

No wonder Logan had been so concerned about her home life. Maybe he’d seen what she hadn’t—that she’d set aside everything for a fast path to the top, and the thought that it concerned him left an ache in her heart. It was just another reason she needed a man like him, someone who could cut through the fog and remind her that life was about more than work and business.

And if she wanted that life, maybe she would need to set the VP job aside and look for work at another agency. Staying focused on what she wanted was hard enough without pining over a man she couldn’t have. Between her tendency to put her career first and this unending lust for her boss, she was blending a cocktail of misery that she might later regret.

“Mark, don’t be so hard on your sister,” their mother said.

“No, Mom,” Trisha replied. “I think that’s exactly what I needed to hear.”

3

Daily Love Horoscope for Pisces

Your usual intuitive nature is more analytical than normal today making this an ideal time to assess your romantic prospects. Consider all your options, take the ones that work for you and don’t be afraid to toss the ones that don’t.

“TAKE ME somewhere tropical.”

The words on the screen left Logan intrigued. Scorpio63 always preferred office fantasies, which was fine by him. When it came to Scorpio, he’d follow her anywhere she wanted to go. But the idea of a clear blue ocean, sparkling white sand and a warm salty breeze sounded darn good, too, just proving that Scorpio63 was an endless well of surprises.

“Mmm, I’m picturing you topless in a sapphire-blue thong,” he typed, and clicked Send.

“I’ve just come from the beach. My hair is wet. Droplets of water trickle down my back. As I step through the hotel suite, I toss away my bikini top. It was wet and the water cools on my skin as I cross the air-conditioned room. My breasts are tight and firm, dotted with goose bumps and the cold air hardens my nipples.

“It’s chilly in the room. I want to warm up, so I step onto the terrace and lean against the railing of the balcony, letting the warm breeze melt away the chill.”

This was good, he thought as a layer of warmth spread throughout his body.

“You didn’t see me enter the room,” he typed. “You thought I was still in town on business, but the meeting ended early. I’ve just come from a swim in the pool and I’m naked except for the towel draped around my waist.”

“I can sense you behind me, standing in the doorway to the balcony. A soft wind blows, I can smell the chlorine in your hair. It smells sharp, but fresh.”

“The sight of your ass makes me hard. It’s bare except for the band of blue fabric separating those silky cheeks. Water trickles down your back and trails into the crease. I want to be there, too.”

And, oh, did he ever. He closed his eyes and played the scene over in his mind, causing a wave of heat to spill through his veins and harden his loin. He raised his hands to the keyboard about to add more when Scorpio’s words rolled onto the screen.

“I’m leaning against the railing. The warm air feels good against my skin, but the feel of your hands gently covering my breasts feels better. Your lips begin to suckle the nape of my neck and I shiver from your touch.”

The image raised a tent in his sweats as he sank back into his leather den chair and let Scorpio take control.

“Your fingers pinch my nipples and the sensation snatches my breath. I hear your towel whoosh to the floor as it pools around our feet. While your hands continue to tease me, I feel your hard shaft against my back. It’s so big, so ready. I step my feet apart, so you can stroke your length between my thighs.”

Man, why hadn’t they left the office before?

As the pressure stiffened his cock, he joined in. “I release my hands from your breasts and smooth them down your waist until my thumbs tug against your thong. I latch on and pull the fabric down your legs. You kick it off your feet, and while I’m bent, I see your fleshy ass in my face and I can’t help but take a bite. I bring a finger to your sex and nearly come when I feel the slick heat, pulsing, ready for me.”

“I want you, Pisces. I want you to fill me from behind while I feel the breeze against my face. The air is getting hot and beads of sweat are glistening on my skin. My breath is heavy. I can feel the heat from your lungs as you clasp your mouth to my shoulder and nibble on my skin. I feel pain and pleasure all at the same time and it sears heat between my thighs.”

“Scorpio, you’re making me hard. My cock is so stiff and I ache to get inside you. I’m stroking it in the cleavage of your ass, but it’s not enough. I need that slick heat of your core.”

Logan grew harder, ready to put some action into this fantasy they’d started, but Scorpio took the reins.

“I grasp the railing. Your hands clasp my waist. You’re tall. You have to bend to place your cock between my thighs. My back is arched, my ass is pressing against your waist, waiting for you to take me.

“Are you ready, Pisces?”

He stared at the words on the screen, not quite believing what he was seeing. Scorpio had never been this bold before and he quickly began to wonder what she had in store for him.

He raised a hand to the keyboard and typed, “Yes.”

“You guide your cock to my entrance, and in one quick motion, you thrust inside, lifting my hips as you stand erect, pulling my feet from the ground.”

Damn. The blood rushed to his cock, bringing a searing ache between his legs. His mouth went arid, the room grew hot and his heart raced as he waited to see what she’d do next.

“My legs dangle at your sides and you wrap your hands around my thighs, using your fingers to tease between my folds. I’m at your mercy, Pisces. I wiggle against you, but in this position, I have nowhere to go. I’ve surrendered control and all I can do is watch the waves of the ocean and feel the pleasure you bring.”

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d never seen Scorpio so hot, so commanding, and her words sent sparks through his chest, speeding his pulse. Once again, he raised a hand to the keyboard, ready to take over the fantasy, and once again, Scorpio yanked it back.

“You’re holding me with your stiff length, caressing your fingers between my thighs. In this position, I’m tight. You can’t stroke inside me. You can only go deeper, using the weight of my body to sink farther inside.”

A sharp bolt swelled his already throbbing cock. They hadn’t done anything like this before and he quickly decided he liked it.

“I’m gasping, fighting for breath, Pisces. You’re deep inside me, but I want more. I want you to thrust harder, faster.”

“You cup your hands around my sex and heave into me. I cry out and my cries are a mix of ecstasy and awe. I clamp tight around you, the muscles between my legs are the only muscles I control and I beg you to use that spot to make me come.”

Logan’s breath grew short, his hardness ached beyond anything he’d ever known, and with Scorpio at the helm, he conceded to reach into his sweats and pleasure himself into release.

“Your fingers brush against my clit while you thrust against me from behind. You can feel me growing in your hand, just like your cock is growing inside me.”

Oh, heaven help me. He grabbed a towel and quickened the stroke of his hand.

“Sweat drips off your forehead and trickles down my back. My breathing has turned to heavy pants, each exhale mixed with a pleading cry. I’m close to the edge, Pisces. I’m ready, and this time, the orgasm is going to tear us apart.”

That was an understatement.

“You’re clasping your fingers over me, taking me hard and fast. My legs sway at your sides as you thrust against me. My hands clamp tightly to the railing, my cries are growing louder and with one final sweep, I gulp in air and clamp tight around your shaft. My body stiffens, my knees bend and my feet curl around your legs. The orgasm is ripping through me, fisting around you so tightly, you can’t pull back. I’m pulsing against your finger and you hear me exhale your name in a deep cry that echoes down the deserted beach below us.”