Title: C.A.K.E
The Complete Series
Author: RaeLynn
Blue
Genre: Erotic
Contemporary Romance, Interracial Contemporary Romance
Sinfully decadent and seductive, the stories in this five volume
set involve the workers of C.A.K.E. advertising firm. High stress and tight
competition–in and out of work–makes the employees more than ready to let off a
little steam.
And if they find love along the way, well, that’s even sweeter.
This collection includes:
C.A.K.E.
AN ENGLISH ROSE
TULIPS FOR TONICA
IRISH LUCK
ICING ON THE CAKE
C.A.K.E.
AN ENGLISH ROSE
TULIPS FOR TONICA
IRISH LUCK
ICING ON THE CAKE
Mocha
Memoirs Press: http://mochamemoirspress.com/c-a-k-e-series/
RaeLynn
Blue is the author of numerous tales of erotic contemporary romance and
speculative romance. With an imagination that's varied and diverse, her tales
explores love in all its many shades, situations and scenarios. She fell into
romance stories at the ripe age of eleven and has been writing stories ever
since. A humble scribbler of tales, RaeLynn is actively writing another story
of lust, love, and romance.
Twitter-
@raelynnblue http://www.twitter.com/raelynnblue
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Funny. The city of Greensboro decided to throw Stephen
a ‘keys to the city’ celebration at his own home. Here, we’ll celebrate your
accomplishments. It seemed entirely backwards to her. With a shrug, she
inhaled, closing her eyes to increase the intensity of the garden’s aroma, so
wonderful and light. Exhaling in regret, she slowly opened her eyes. All across
the gently rolling land, darkness claimed trees, bushes, flower beds, and
benches. Most people’s backyards didn’t look like Central Park. But then most
people weren’t Stephen Silver.
Smirking, she thought about her boss. He had
everything, even her love—albeit unrequited, though he hardly knew it. She,
purely and simply, only ranked as just another of his many employees. The
slices of vanilla and chocolate cake being passed out were physical puns on the
name of his company—CAKE. He owned CAKE—Commercial Advertising for Kernersville
Enterprises, an advertising firm in Greensboro. It had originally begun in
Kernersville, a small town nestled in the Triad area, and hence the K in CAKE.
Stephen moved the business to Greensboro within a short time after launching
the company. CAKE also provided print, online, and television advertisement
developments for area businesses and government offices.
“Now, there is a wonderful view,” came the deep
resonant voice from behind her.
The triangle between her thighs warmed at the rich
sound of it. He was like a keyless remote; he spoke and her legs unlocked. She
caught herself melting and straightened up, tucking her rogue hair behind her
ears. Tonight she’d stand her proverbial ground and not give in to whatever
Stephen Silver wanted.
“Evening, Mr. Silver,” she said, hating the little
pant that came after the words. Damn it—she sounded breathless, like his every
other female want-to-be lover. Pulling from her gut, she summoned her courage
and strength.
He pinned those eyes on her. Blue, but burning in
their intensity, they threatened to incinerate all her resolve. Instead of
hardening in her resolve, her heart skipped in response.
That damn smirk appeared on his face as if he knew the
effect he had on her.
“You know, when you refer to me as Mr. Silver, it
makes me sound like an arrogant asshole, so please call me Stephen,” he said,
breaking the thick silence.
“Yes, Mr. Stephen.”
He laughed, taking his hands from his pockets. “Just
Stephen, please, Cree.”
“Yes, sir.” Cree wanted to dissolve right there or
swallow her own tongue—whichever would get her out of a one-on-one conversation
with her fantasy man. Once she thought it, she couldn’t unthink it. As
her thoughts raced through her mind, she blushed at every fantastic detail of
their pretend lovemaking she’d ever envisioned. The fantasies always featured
him and they sprang forward in two second intervals, like some mental movie
trailers of coming attractions.
He watched her intensely from beneath those thick
blonde lashes. With a squeak, she issued a fast goodbye. Bolting for the doors,
she nearly made it to safety, when he grabbed her arm before she cleared the
entrance.
“Stay awhile. There are some things I want to talk to
you about.”
His tone shifted, softened like wet wood left out in
the rain.
“You want to talk to me—sir?” She allowed him to spin
her gently around to face him.
She couldn’t pull the words back after they left her
mouth. Inside she groaned at the weakness in them, but she had been too stunned
to send them through her internal filter. They talked a lot about business
things, usually with a group of other people, but one on one… alone? Goose
bumps sprouted across her bare arms. She blamed the breeze.
He now held both her arms, his thumbs rubbing her bare
skin, stroking her. They felt nice. If those two digits caused this much
pleasure, what would two hands bring, oh, and not just his hands, but…
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