Breaking Joseph

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Authors: Lucy V. Morgan
Tags: Contemporary Romance, BDSM, Dark Romance, Women's Fiction, Erotic Romance
How
much did Sadie share? They watched Joseph as awed spectators at a
tennis match, their eyes darting between verbal blows. Matt smiled
faintly every time I found myself glancing in his direction and I
returned it ungrudgingly. At the bottom corner of the table, Kenji
manned three iPhones, nodding and murmuring between tapping
away.
    When we took it
in turns to reread bits of the contract, Joseph caught my eye and
flicked his tongue lightly over his lips. Hours after our sticky
kiss, he tasted me. It writhed in the image of his spread legs
beneath the table, those boxy, squared shoulders–he was rapt with
the lingering flavour and tense at the iron tease. A wolf with
little regard for clothing, sheep or no.
    The credit card
he’d insisted on giving me this morning sat in my purse. I had
refused it with vigour, but he took none of it, offering only
instructions to buy an outfit to match the shoes. We had
reservations for dinner, he said. I blushed beneath my stray curls
whenever I remembered. Such plain words shouldn’t have caught me
with that kind of heat…but I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d said
he was different. He held a similar role to Charlie and yet Master,
Sir, he was not.
    He was just
Joe: sparse yet intimate, and startlingly unfamiliar in the face of
our time spent.
    We were there
for three hours in all and my stomach squealed at the deluge of
coffee. I wished I’d eaten a better breakfast. I wished I wasn’t so
fascinated by the jargon and the playful, sharp comebacks that were
flying around–the game was beautiful, but keeping up exhausted
me.
    I blamed last
night’s wine. I blamed Joseph. Sometimes, watching him work like
this, I realized I didn’t want to fuck him half as much as I just
wanted to be him.

 
    Chapter 3

    “This is
classed as lunch?” I shook sugar from my fingers.
    “Only in
secret. You can’t tell anyone we did this, okay?” Elise pulled
another doughnut from the box and pushed it across her desk with
one finger. It was like dangling a stationery catalogue in front of
an accountant. I could practically smell it.
    “If I asked
anyone here if they wanted to get baked goods for lunch, they’d
think I was on crazy pills,” she said glumly. “But half of them
will have vodka for lunch with no complaints, of course.”
    More fat slag
food. I would need to run a marathon at this rate.
    “I love your
office,” I said, swallowing. “The lighting is like something from
film noir.”
    “You like the
glass, huh? You should be here in the winter. It’s like being
inside a snow globe.” She tore off a pink-frosted chunk and rolled
it around her mouth.
    “Sounds
gorgeous. Our offices back in London are period, so they’re all old
arches and beams.”
    “What are they
like in winter?”
    I scowled.
“Cold.”
    “Bummer.” She
laughed. “Quaint though, I bet.”
    “Yeah, they’re
pretty. It could be worse.” My hand hovered over the box: double
chocolate or just chocolate sprinkles? “These were cooked in
vegetable oil, right?”
    “It’s
possible.”
    “Obviously one
of our five a day.” Sprinkles. I went in for the kill. “I could
never do this at home either. Our office is pretty communal.”
    “You hit
partner and you’ll get square footage all of your own.”
    “I’ll be the
size of a small country.”
    Her eyes
widened in amusement. “Then you need to start spinning before
work.”
    “I go running.
Sometimes.”
    Elise wrinkled
her nose. “In British weather?”
    “Yeah.
It’s…refreshing.” Slipping on my arse and hurtling toward a bunch
of students on the walk of shame was utterly cleansing of my mental
palate. “Really.”
    Also, I
couldn’t afford an overpriced London gym.
    “Well, you look
good to me.” She crumpled a bakery napkin. “Now. We have a lot to
do and only a few hours to do it–we need a game plan. What do you
want from this session, Miss Vaughn?” Her accent caught on all the
vowels in a manner that was almost

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