Cynthia Sax Interview – Hunkalicious Bosses
Nina Gerard, a fellow Shades Of Pink contributor, interviewed me!
http://afineromancendg.blogspot.ca/2014/10/love-in-office.html
Here’s a snippet
NDG: Office romances can be so sexy! Do you have a corporate background? And have you ever fallen in love with a former boss?
CS: I DO have a corporate background. I played in new product development (new product lines, M&A, system rollouts, etc) for years. I spent a bit of time in the boardroom and have met a few billionaires. I’ve had some extremely hunkalicious bosses but I’ve only loved one man in my life – my dear wonderful hubby.
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Cynthia Sax
For four long years, Lisa Sadler has lusted after Roch Voclain, her sexy sophisticated boss. Today, she’ll finally end her erotic obsession with this frustratingly attractive man. She’s handing him her letter of resignation.
His reaction will surprise and thrill her.
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Spicy Excerpt From Shades Of Pink
This post has adult content. If you are under the age of eighteen years old or sensitive to adult language/situations, please do not read this post.
I’ve donated a 16 page contemporary erotic romance short story to Shades Of Pink, an anthology with proceeds benefiting cancer research. For a small donation (the recommended amount is $5 U.S.), you’ll receive over 400 pages of yummy romance stories written by 22 authors with varying heat levels (my story doesn’t even warrant the highest heat level).
Here is an excerpt
“Monsieur Voclain was your boss.” He brushes a tendril of hair away from my face, his fingertips graze my cheeks and a spark of awareness flows from his form to mine. “I’m Roch.”
“And who is Roch?” My voice is husky, my body enthralled by his touch. “Is he my friend?”
“He’s your everything.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. His chest flattens my breasts. His hips smack against mine and I suck in my breath. He’s hard, the ridge in his dress pants pressing against my stomach.
I arouse him. My mouth dries and my rational thoughts evaporate. “You want me.”
“I want you more than life.” Roch dips his head and captures my lips with his, the pressure firm, the contact unexpected. I yield to him and he surges inside me. Our tongues tumble, twine, dance, every nerve ending snapping and sizzling, bombarding me with sensation.
I’m not alone in this bliss. Roch’s groans travel down my throat and coil around my heart as he kisses me with his renowned focus, making me the center of his universe.
My resignation letter drifts to the gray carpet, forgotten. I’ve never been embraced like this, as though I truly was more important than life. My lips hum and my head spins. I rest my trembling fingers on his suit jacket, the fabric decadent against my skin, and I open wider to him, submitting to his dominance.
He presses farther into me, tasting of mint, black coffee, and hot, horny male, his grip on me secure, his ownership of my body, mind, soul complete. I can’t escape him, not that I want to. Roch Voclain, the man I’ve lusted after seemingly forever, is kissing me, setting my body ablaze with want and need.
My fingers curl around his lapels as I cling to him, swiveling my hips against the bulge in his dress pants. I don’t know how long this madness will last, if he will come to his senses and realize whom he’s seducing, remember that his assistant, his employees are sitting outside his office, stop this sweet torment.
I don’t want this to ever end. Roch fucks my mouth with a thrilling ferocity, each stroke of his tongue escalating my passion. I arch as he slides his hands up my back, holding me tightly to him.
His fingers tangle in my curls. Hairpins fall and the tendrils tumble over my shoulders. He murmurs words I can’t decipher, the sound muffled by my lips, and he burrows his hands in the softness.
I’m lost in him, captivated by his touch, taste, smell. Roch is in control, turning us slowly, walking me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the desk. He lifts me onto the hard surface, spreads my legs, and fills the space with his hips.
My hemline raises to my mons. My panties rub against his pants-covered cock, the silk damp with my desire, my musk scenting the air.
There’s no disguising my eagerness and I make no attempt to try, pushing his jacket off his shoulders.
I inhale sharply, sucking on his tongue. He’s all man, his shoulders broad, his muscles rippling under the fine fabric of his shirt, and this afternoon, he’s mine.
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Cynthia Sax
For four long years, Lisa Sadler has lusted after Roch Voclain, her sexy sophisticated boss. Today, she’ll finally end her erotic obsession with this frustratingly attractive man. She’s handing him her letter of resignation.
His reaction will surprise and thrill her.
Donation Link: http://blog.kallysten.net/p/charity-anthology.html
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Excerpt From Shades Of Pink
This post has adult content. If you are under the age of eighteen years old or sensitive to adult language/situations, please do not read this post.
I’ve donated a 16 page contemporary erotic romance short story to Shades Of Pink, an anthology with proceeds benefiting cancer research. For a small donation (the recommended amount is $5 U.S.), you’ll receive over 400 pages of yummy romance stories written by 22 authors with varying heat levels (my story doesn’t even warrant the highest heat level).
Here is the first short scene
Is this the right decision?
I sit in my small windowless office, the office I worked my ass off to earn, the semi-private space proudly awarded to me by Roch Voclain, Headly, Bow and Cross’ youngest partner. I stare at the pieces of paper in my hands.
The offer letter from the multinational consumer packaged goods company is reassuringly real, the signature of the company president scrawled in vivid blue ink at the bottom of the page. I’ll be leading the marketing campaigns for their diaper division, elbows deep in shit, Roch would say, his brown eyes sparkling with humor. Any ambitious young marketer would be delighted with the offer, accepting it on the spot.
It took me three days and an emotional slap in the face to finally embrace this opportunity. My lips flatten. Roch’s appointment of Stacie Moore to the Grenier account, an account he is personally overseeing, was the deciding factor.
She’s a fresh-faced new hire. I’m more experienced, the best damn English-language copywriter the firm has, and, for four years, I’ve been the young blonde he mentored, the employee he took on pitch trips, asked to work late with him. I made these sacrifices happily, overjoyed to be breathing the same air as him, to be by his side.
I did this for Roch, not for my career. The moment I saw him, during that first interview, I fell in love. He doesn’t feel the same way but I thought we’d become friends, forming a connection tighter than employer and employee. I helped him furnish his luxurious waterfront penthouse, choosing his paint colors and his furniture. He asked my opinion on firm policies, holiday gifts for his family, the color of his ties.
Our friendship was edged with something more, something forbidden. I’d glance toward my boss and he’d be watching me with hunger on his face, a promise of sensual delights reflecting in his eyes.
He never acted on these feelings, not once making a move on me. There was no inappropriate touching while we worked, no accidental brushing of shoulders during our weekends hunched over his desk.
This disappointed, but didn’t surprise, me. Roch is an honorable man with a rigid non-fraternization policy. His respect for female associates is well-known. And I thought I was okay with this, content to be his number one employee, his confidant and friend.
Until yesterday, when he replaced me, traded me in for a younger, blonder, more beautiful protégée. The papers crinkle in my hands. Stacie Moore will now be the employee he asks to work late, the woman who keeps him company on weekends, who hears his opinions on movies, music, the size of disposable coffee cups.
I can’t bear it, can’t sit passively as his world revolves without me. My gaze lowers to the offer letter. This is a great job and change is desperately needed.
I place the offer letter in the top drawer of my desk and fold the other letter, my resignation letter thanking Roch and the firm for the years of mentorship, for teaching me the skills I needed to land my new position.
The words are the expected, professional, human resources friendly bullshit. I run my hands over the creases, again and again, the linen paper soft under my palms. Nowhere in the letter do I talk about my sexual yearnings for my boss, my pain over leaving him, over never seeing him again.
I press one hand to my gurgling stomach and stand.
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Cynthia Sax
For four long years, Lisa Sadler has lusted after Roch Voclain, her sexy sophisticated boss. Today, she’ll finally end her erotic obsession with this frustratingly attractive man. She’s handing him her letter of resignation.
His reaction will surprise and thrill her.
Donation Link: http://blog.kallysten.net/p/charity-anthology.html
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