Spicy Financial Tales

An excerpt from Spicy Financial Tales

Diana leaned toward Mike, soft lips wet and full. "I have the Casselbaum file," she said.

Mike's head rose slowly to look at her. "Is there loss report in it?" he asked.

Diana snatched off her glasses and riveted him with her gray eyes. "Of course there is, Mr. Haill. You put it there."

Mike Haill rolled back from his desk. "I don't enter loss reports, Miss Tyler. I process them."

Diana sat down on the edge of the desk, the womanly curve of her gray wool skirt just inches from his hand. "I know what you've been up to, Mike," the sultry secretary cooed. "You're dirty, Mike. And your dirty little fingerprints are all over the Casselbaum files.... And I want a piece of it." Their eyes met. It was dazzling.

"I want those files," Mike said evenly. He fixed her with an even stare and loosened his tie.

Diana leaned toward him, full breasts revealed thru the curve of her blouse—marvelous, succulent breasts. "What are you going to do, Mike?" she asked. "Search me?"

"You hot little vixen," he breathed. He pulled her to him and crushed her hot lips against his own. Her hairpin fell on the desk, and hair fell around her shoulders. They kissed wetly, boldly, and she panted heavily when he moved to kiss her throat and feel the pulse pounding in her neck.

"I'll search you," he murmured. "I'll strip off your clothes and search every inch of you."