Writes of Submission

BDSM Ménage Fantasies 4

Writes of Submission

Nikki Sutherland can’t believe her luck. She’s won an all-expenses paid trip to the BDSM resort Clifftop Fantasies to coauthor a book with her idol, erotic romance author Candee Appelbaum. Unfortunately, Candee is really a man—a very good-looking man—named Kane Harris.

Another gorgeous hunk, Dante Hunter, is also at Clifftop to market the resort owner’s new cookbook, Stealth Veggies. The guys are both younger than her and way out of her league—or so she thinks. Even worse, Kane is a wisecracking eccentric with a skewed fashion sense and an odd taste in music who writes late at night with a bottle of wine. Dante likes to do his thinking during yoga or biking, things Nikki hasn’t done in years.

Nikki’s journey teaches her the difference between reading hot, sexy ménage scenes and living them with the two best-looking guys she’s ever met. Can she handle the Writes of Submission?

Genre:
BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

Length:
89,768 words 

WRITES OF SUBMISSION

BDSM Ménage Fantasies 4

Cassidy Browning

MENAGE AMOUR

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WRITES OF SUBMISSION

Copyright © 2013 by Cassidy Browning

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First E-book Publication: July 2013

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WRITES OF SUBMISSION

BDSM Ménage Fantasies 4

CASSIDY BROWNING

Copyright © 2013

Chapter 1

“I won, I won, I won!” The scream echoed silently through Nikki Sutherland’s brain, but she didn’t allow any sound to escape. Instead, she looked up from her computer monitor and scanned the room to see if her reaction had been noticed. Her face, if anybody had been looking her way, would no doubt have generated some questions, but everyone else was engrossed in their own tasks and nobody was paying her any attention.

She knew she should stay in her cubicle, although she allowed herself to bounce a little in recognition of the news she’d just gotten. After another read-through of the email, she simply couldn’t contain herself any more. She shot up from her seat and crossed the room, heading for her one work friend.

“Helen! Helen! You’ll never guess—” She stopped short at the entrance to Helen’s workspace, realizing for the first time that Helen wasn’t alone. Kent Reynolds, their mutual boss, was leaning over her shoulder pointing to something on the screen. At Nikki’s approach, they both turned with questioning looks.

“She won’t guess what?” Kent straightened, his head tilting and a hypocritical, mocking smile lighting up his face, as if they were BFFs sharing a secret.

“Oh. Nothing. Sorry.” Nikki began to back warily away, trying desperately to come up with something work-related she could have been excited about.

There was absolutely nothing exciting about this job, though. It consisted mostly of data entry and filing and barely covered her rent and bills. She’d been meaning to start looking for something that paid better but had gotten caught up in the contest instead, taking notes all day at work and rushing home at night to write.

“Was that clear about the changes?” Kent glanced over his shoulder at Helen as he stepped out of the cubicle. He seemed to be intending to follow Nikki back to hers. Oh, God, she thought.
Why didn’t I look before I came running over here?

“So, how are things?” His voice was friendly, but you couldn’t tell anything from that. He often seemed the most cheerful and laughed the loudest when he was really pissed. Just before the poisoned darts came out. Nikki slowed, hoping he would say what he wanted to say and head back to his corner office before they reached her desk.

“Fine,” she said lamely, realizing that she would have to jog if she wanted to head him off. That didn’t seem very subtle, but she gave it a shot anyway.

He eyed her with amusement as he stepped purposefully around her and bent to look at her computer screen. “What’s this?”

“I—it’s nothing,” she stammered, but he was reading intently.

“Well now, it seems that congratulations are in order. You’ve won some kind of little contest?” He turned to smirk at her.

“Um—yes, actually. A writing contest.” A shiver of excitement went through her again. She’d actually won!

“I see. Where have you been doing this writing?” His glance traveled around her work area and landed on a notebook that lay open. He picked it up and flipped through it. “Here, would be my guess. Is that right?”

“What?” It took a few seconds for his question to register. Then she shook her head violently. “No, of course not. I write at night after I get home.”

He held out the notebook so she could see. She looked at it with a sinking feeling. “Oh, no. That’s just ideas I jot down while I’m working. I don’t actually—”

He nodded, putting down the notebook and straightening. “I think we need to have a little chat about your priorities, Nikki. Your work hasn’t been bad, exactly, but if you’re interested in advancing with the company—”

“I’m not.” Nikki glanced around to see who’d spoken before she realized the voice had been her own.

Kent’s eyebrows shot up and his voice seemed to shut off mid-sentence. Then he cleared his throat and peered at her as if she’d begun speaking in tongues. “Excuse me?”

Nikki looked past him at her computer monitor, just to assure herself that there really was an email. She wished she had taken more time to re-read it and make sure she’d really understood the offer, but she just hadn’t wanted to waste the time. Kent wasn’t going to go away without a lengthy speech about what a great opportunity it was to be mentored by him and given the chance for a long and prosperous career here at Infotek if she only applied herself. She’d heard him give that lecture to one employee after another at least once a week for the four months she’d worked there. She knew suddenly that there was no way she was going to submit herself to that.