Hero: Tom. An accountant. Actually, let me have our heroine Ellie describe him:

Something occurs to me then, something that I’d not bothered to think about until today. I mean, he isn’t stereotypically good looking. He’s quite tall, but what with the constant big-brain-heavy-head stooping thing, he makes himself look shorter. And then there are the awful clothes. Everything is dorky and nondescript and beige, like he went into Marks and Spencer’s and bought exactly what was on the mannequin. And his hair. Combed back and tidy. No one wears their hair like that. No one.

But the bad posture can’t hide those hands. The clothes can’t hide the thick neck. The hair can’t hide the fact that everything about him screams I’m a dirty fuck. And clearly, I am not the only female on the planet to have noticed.

So, Hero: Tom. An accountant. And a dirty fuck. Oh wait!! Three more things that Ellie notices:

I’ve learned three things about Tom Hunt so far today. First, there was that tattoo of a bird on his stomach, which seemed so completely out of kilter with the rest of him when I first saw it. That was before I discovered that he can look at pornographic photographs without so much as batting an eye. And then there’s the fact that he’s got an absolutely massive cock.

SO! Hero: Tom. An accountant. And a dirty fuck….with a massive cock. Do we have a clear picture of him now?

Heroine: Ellie. Photographer. Erotic photographer. Takes pictures of Tom and her best friend (they were a random hook-up as her best friend was trying to get revenge on her ex.) The person that really gets Tom hard is Ellie…and the two of them get their kink on for sure in this book.

‘Have you ever had sex in your office?’ He makes me wait for his answer, my imagination running riot. And then it’s not even an answer. ‘Lock the door,’ he says, ‘and I’ll tell you.’

The weird awkwardness is right there between us, only this time it’s tempered with an almost instant arousal. I want you, I think as I look at him. You’re weird and strange and you dress like a pervert and god, I want you. But I don’t say it out loud. ‘So have you?’

‘Not yet,’ he says, as he shrugs out of his jacket. ‘The opportunity has never presented itself.’

‘It hasn’t?’

‘No,’ he says. ‘I’ve wanked myself off in here a few times though.’

Oh, god. I walk quickly towards the chair nearest to me and collapse into it, setting my bag down on the floor by my feet. Mutually assured destruction, I remind myself, as I glance around his office. It looks exactly the same as it always has, and yet something is different. ‘I want to have sex with you in your office,’ I say, rushing the words out. ‘I want to have lots of sex with you. I want to do all the things that everyone else is doing.’ He gets out of his seat and walks around to my side of the desk.

‘You’ll have to be more specific,’ he says. ‘What sort of sex are you talking about?’

‘The indecent kind.’ I’m so hot now even my hair is sweating. ‘Please, just…I want to have sex with you.’ It takes everything I have to get those words out, and my heart races. I bite into my lip. What if he asks for those other words, like he did yesterday? I don’t know if I can say them.

But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches out and grabs my right breast. He doesn’t stroke, or fondle. He grabs, his big hand covering that curve of flesh. My nipple pushes itself against his palm, like a hard little nut, straining to get into his fingers. He moves his hand away, but he does it slowly, his fingers pressing together to form a tight pinch that holds my nipple in that place between pleasure and pain for a second that’s not nearly long enough.

‘Show me your tits,’ he says then, his voice rough. ‘I didn’t see them yesterday. I want to see them.’

And oh does she show him…you’ll have to read the book to see what else they get up to. It’s verra naughty.

This book reminds me of Charlotte Stein’s voice in a way. It’s a novella, less than 100 pages but worked very well for me. Big thanks to Kaetrin for recommending it to me.

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