The Office Slave (Erotic - Red Hot Fantasies)

Opal Carew

Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to
life…

Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her
latest read, she’s developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced
to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business
partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d have the
opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to
make it happen. Now she’s about to become an office slave… to four
hunky men she’s never even met. But faced with the reality, can she
actually go through with it??

Volume 3 of the Red Hot Fantasies series

5 Stars!

"No one writes stories about erotic fantasies
better than Opal Carew...

Kudos to Opal Carew for another well-written
erotic romance. I look forward to where she takes us next."

Jennifer Porter, Romance Novel News

4.5 Stars!

"...there are a lot of twists to this roller
coaster ride of a story... A scorcher of a read, I was unable to
put this one down."

Sensual Reads

4.5 Kisses!

"another blazing hot romance not to be missed
by erotic author Opal Carew. Once I started this book, I just
couldn’t put it down... [her] erotic story-writing talent shines
through... one wild ride of a book that just whets my appetite for
more erotic romance by Opal Carew!"

Victoria, TwoLips Reviews"

4.5 Blue Ribbons!

"a blazing hot erotic romp... A fabulously
fun and stupendously steamy read for a cold winter's night. This
one's so hot, you might need to wear oven mitts while you're
reading it!"

Romance Junkies

4 Cups!

"There is little chance of reading anything
more sexually stimulating than a book by Opal Carew."

Lototy, Coffee Time Romance & More

"Opal Carew is a genius at spinning the most
erotic stories by tapping into forbidden fantasies and visiting
emotions that bring the characters literally to their knees. A
steamy-hot read! WOW!"

Mandy Burns, Fresh Fiction

"Be prepared for an all out sensual feast....
The sex is creative, detailed, and sizzling.... Step outside of the
ordinary for something adventuresome…."
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Copyright 2012 Opal Carew

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First edition: December 2012

Second edition: April 2013

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The
Office Slave

Opal
Carew

This is for Tiffany

A big, black motorcycle pulled into a parking
space in front of them and the rider, tall and broad-shouldered,
climbed off. Sylvia watched as he pulled off his helmet, revealing
dark, wavy brown hair, a little long, and a stunningly handsome
face. He unzipped his black, leather jacket, revealing a black
T-shirt stretched across his broad muscular chest.

Sylvia nudged Becca. "Wow, now I’m wishing
I’d gone with a biker fantasy."

The sexy hunk noticed her staring at him and
smiled, a gleam in his eye. Sylvia returned his smile but glanced
away, a little embarrassed at having been caught ogling him.

Becca grinned. "Sorry, too late. Your office
slave fantasy is already set up. You wouldn’t want to disappoint
four hot guys, would you?"

"Man, if they’re even half as hot as that
guy, I’ll be thrilled."

"Oh, you’ll be
thrilled
all
right."

Sylvia watched the hot guy walk toward the
office tower entrance, his black helmet tucked under his arm.

He opened the door and held it for another
man with a bicycle.

"Morning, Slade" said the cyclist, who was
also muscular and very fit looking, and had straight, brown hair,
thick and cut short.

"Hey, Neil."

"Man, have I been looking forward to
today."

The biker, named Slade, shot a quick glance
toward Sylvia, then back to his friend. "Me, too."

The door closed behind them and she could
see them walking across the lobby through the glass doors.

Becca glanced at her watch. "It’s almost
time. You want me to go up with you?"

The arrangement was to wait until a little
after nine, to ensure all the men were in the office by the time
she arrived.

Sylvia shook her head. "No,
Mom
. I’m
sure I can find it on my own." She grinned. "Thanks for the
ride."

"No problem. It was on my way to work."

"And thanks for setting this up. Thank Cal,
too."

"Well, my fantasy came true. I think you
deserve the same." Becca grinned again. "Just make sure you call me
later and let me know how it went." She shook her head. "Four guys.
Leave it to you, Sylvia." With that she turned and headed to her
car which was parked a few spaces down. She got in, then waved as
she pulled into the morning traffic.

Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the
glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the
marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then
walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign
said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these
four men ran a software business, programming games. This office
was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the
guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to
work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and
started this business, so she didn’t doubt it.

The door opened and she gazed up at a
totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He
had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

"Are you Sylvia?"

She nodded.

He pulled the door open. "Please come
in."

She stepped into the office. There was a
large table in the center of an open space with a big window
overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the
wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had
a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around
the window.

"I’m Mike Bairn. Come on into my
office."

She followed him across the central area to
the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office,
but he didn’t glance up.

"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in
the chair across from his desk.

"No, not at all. The others will meet us in
the conference room in a few minutes."

She nodded, starting to feel a little
nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they
order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She’d
been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since
Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be
acted out by some of Cal’s ex-stripper friends—but now that the
reality was here, she had a case of nerves.

This man Mike was extremely masculine, and
sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just
strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners,
too?

Don’t freak out now. This is your
fantasy!

Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his
desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand
it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and
you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting
him."

Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded.
In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed
extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel
brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being…
uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and
both were pretty wild. Why shouldn’t she?

And when she’d become enamored of the
fantasy, she’d never,
ever
dreamed she’d live it out. What
woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn’t
want to walk away.

"So, don’t get me wrong, I find the whole
thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean,
prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye,
she knew he wasn’t making fun of her, but he
was
teasing
her.

"Well, he did do you wrong."

"True. But then we’re distracted by a
beautiful woman."

Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment.
"Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."

He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think
we’re ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to
go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out
of this office, we’re into our roles. Okay?"

"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood
up.

They walked to the door together, but before
he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along
her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.

"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your
fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.

She followed him to the end of the big table
in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped
something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.

"The others will be here in a few moments."
His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of
before.

The man from the other office walked to the
chair next to Mike’s and sat down, glancing at her speculatively.
He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw,
and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment
later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia’s breath
caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she’d seen
entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better
by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he’d spoken
with at the door.

The cyclist’s short, straight hair was a
little damp—he’d probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants
and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad
shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over
his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to
Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the
rebel of the bunch.

They sat down and she glanced around the
table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were
all gorgeous and soon she’d be having hot, kinky sex with them
all.

"This is Sylvia, the woman we discussed a
few days ago. She’s here because of the arrangement to compensate
for her brother’s debt," Mike said. "Sylvia, this is Granger Smith,
Neil Craig, and Slade Forrester."

She nodded as she gazed at their serious
expressions. Tension curled inside her.

"So, she’s going to be our office slave,
right?" Slade said.

"Yes, that’s the arrangement," Mike
answered.

"Good, then I think we should start right
off with seeing what’s underneath those clothes she’s wearing.

Her gaze locked on his and his charcoal eyes
glittered as a slow smile spread across his face. Heat washed
through her.

"Excellent idea." Mike turned to her.
"Unbutton your blouse."