Erotic Encounters by Samantha Gentry Page B

in the bedroom in a minute.”
    He looked at her questioningly, obviously not knowing exactly what to make of her words. “Okay.” He headed down the hallway.
    She watched his retreating form, then turned toward the kitchen. She grabbed the can of whipped cream from the refrigerator and hurried to catch up with him. A sexy smile lit his face when he saw what she had in her hand.
    “And where, my sexy beauty, have you hidden the chocolate body paint?”
    She ran her free hand across the denim covering his ass, then wiggled it into the waist band of his jeans. “Get yourself out of those clothes, and I’ll show you.”
    He pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor, then quickly doffed the rest of his clothes. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stripped off her clothes and handed him the can of whipped cream before stretching out in the middle of the bed.
    Raising her arms, she beckoned him to her. His cock jumped and twitched when she spread her legs and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. The glow in the depth of his eyes told her he liked what he saw, and his cock standing tall and hard told her he was ready.
    He shook the whipped cream can, then took off the cap. “Looks like I arrived just in time for dessert.”

Masked Encounter

Chapter One
    As much as she tried, she didn’t seem to have any control over her own body. Moisture seeped from between the delicate folds of her femininity. Her heart pounded in her chest and her pulse raced. Nipples puckered into taut peaks. Breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath she sucked into her lungs.
    She watched, fascinated by the way he slowly peeled off his shirt, almost as if he had chosen to perform a slow strip tease for the enjoyment of an audience of one. The candle light shimmered off the hard planes of his well-defined chest. His sexy smile spoke to her, telling of all the delights the night would bring. Making eye contact with him, she held it just long enough to see the heated desire smoldering in the depths of his green eyes.
    Her body trembled in anticipation of what she knew would be the hottest sex she had ever experienced. The tip of her tongue ran across her upper lip as her gaze dropped to his crotch and the noticeable bulge that promised passion beyond her wildest expectations. She scrutinized his every move as he lowered his zipper—
    “Hey, Trish.”
    Julie’s voice abruptly intruded into the fantasy, jerking Trish Andrews back into the here and now. She tried to clear the sexy image from her mind, an easier task than stopping the sensual excitement that flooded her body and dampened her panties.
    “I don’t know where your mind was, but you’d better get it back on work. Mr. Rutledge just pulled into the parking lot.”
    “What?” Her eyes widened in shock as Julie’s words caught her totally off guard. “Oh, no! I didn’t think he’d be in this morning.” She did a quick perusal of her office, her attention drawn to the unopened mail and the fact that she hadn’t even turned on her computer yet. “He just got back from London late last night. I didn’t expect to see him until after lunch.” She shook her head in disbelief. “The man is too much of a workaholic. He couldn’t even take the morning off.”
    Pushing back from her desk, she extended a grateful smile toward her friend. “Thanks for the warning, Julie.”
    Trish had been Jonathon Rutledge’s administrative assistant for the last three years and the executive vice president’s secretary prior to that. When her predecessor retired, she had applied for the opening in Jonathon’s office. She had worked for Rutledge Industries a total of nine years, starting right after she graduated from college. She enjoyed her job and admired the man who headed the corporation. But business acumen wasn’t the only thing she admired about the dynamic, handsome and very sexy Jonathon Rutledge.
    After flipping on her computer, she scurried around the office