Hotstuff Inc.

Clarissa Craig is an upcoming hot-shot journalist who gets to interview the richest and most powerful men in the USA, but she has a problem.

She is a nymphomaniac who cannot stay out of their pants.

Not that they mind, as a matter of fact they enjoy all the sexual attention and late-night romps. And they reward her with insider-information of upcoming business deals and scoops that no other reporters are able to get. The men fall in love with her, and they give her special gifts; cars, jewelry and her own helicopter.

But then things get complicated. She falls in love with the least likely person whom she thought she would; her unassuming boss, Richard Davenport.

He knows about her voracious appetite. But he has a secret as well. He fights her charming flirtations and sexual innuendo with a steely will. If she found out what had happened in his past, he would lose everything that he had worked so hard for.

Will they meet up and live happily ever after, or will their secret lives lead to their ultimate demise?

EXCERPT

Clarissa closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her face and hair. Jordan was greeting the last group of friends, and she had excused herself. She was dog tired. The farewell party had been fun and Jordan had a couple of cute friends, but now she needed him inside her.

She was glad the year was done. She had followed a grueling schedule, and she put in a lot of blood, sweat and tears.

And it had paid off. She had graduated summa cum laude at Princeton, top of her class. Jordan had kept her fit. He was a jock, waking her up at 5AM, three days a week for a four mile jog. Afterward they would burn more calories in bed.  Then off to school. She was going to miss him and the routine she had become used to, but she had bigger fish to fry. And more men to screw.
She heard the shower door open and spun around. Jordan stood naked in the door, wearing a boyish grin on his face.

She punched his shoulder playfully. “You startled me.”
He was damn sexy. He didn’t have a bodybuilder’s body, but he was captain of the university water polo team, and hours of training had left him wide-shouldered and ripped.

He held up his hands in a defensive posture, then moved closer and started kissing her shoulder, making his way down her breast. Cupping her boob, he flicked his tongue over her nipple, then nibbled it softly. She moaned as he gave the other breast the same treatment. The warm water heated their bodies, a feint smell of sandalwood and pine needles drifting up from his skin.

Clarissa shivered as she felt her nipples tighten beneath his probing tongue.
He stood up and gazed at her for a moment, his green eyes searching her face. “I want you,” he said to her, then he slowly kissed her, his tongue dancing with hers, then gently biting her lower lip with his teeth. “Don’t go,” he mumbled, letting her lip go reluctantly.

She looked up at him, wrapping her arm around his neck and placing one hand on his face and kissed him passionately. She wanted him too and began to feel a gentle tingle between her legs as her desire for him grew. They pulled each other in tightly, opening their mouths longingly and aggressively receiving each other’s tongues.

Clarissa gently fondled him, then knelt down in front of him, and flicked her tongue over his head. His cock grew as she took him completely in her mouth. Jordan groaned as she hollowed her cheeks and slowly drew his length through her lips, then sucked him back in.  less