Naughty Interludes: (Decadent Dessert Collection) Lemon Meringue

Naughty Interludes: (Decadent Dessert Collection) Lemon Meringue

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"Happy hour starts with one shot"

Naughty Interludes brings you quick, fast, dirty erotic delights in a potent little package! Get your weekend kicked off to a sensual start with these delectable cock-tales ;)

Decadent Dessert Collection: Delightful little treats after a meal.

ABOUT: Lemon Meringue:

Vivica’s nerd brother’s best friend, Clint Rosse, now an ornery, cantankerous, awkward tech millionaire, needs a secretary as none of the tempts are working out. She is desperate for a job and the only one willing to put up with the difficult man. Cringing when she’s called into his office, she’s surprised by more than one unexpected proposal. How can her memory of the socially awkward, yellow starburst eating, hooligan, change so completely?



“... In the meantime, you can find a replacement admin. that will take over your position in six months when the other position opens up.” He pushed off the desk and walked past her, making sure they brushed shoulders. She watched him walk to the window over her shoulder before turning to face him. “Make sure she can tell the difference between the yellow lemon candies and all the other flavors. The original yellow, none of those tropical abominations.” He made a sound of disgust. “Piña Colada? Offensive.” He brought his attention back to her. “I never asked. What’s your favorite flavor?”

She shrugged and strolled over to the candy dish then picked out a red one. “I switch from red to pink, depending on my mood.”

“Ah, yes,” he said, seeming to recall some fond memory. “I’d bribe you to drive us to the card store in town.”

She chuckled. “Yep, and I’d make you all walk home if you didn’t have enough for a return trip.”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “You were kind of an ass.”

She made her way over to him, unable to stay away. “Maybe, but you didn’t seem to mind.” She was only an arm’s length away from his lean on the aluminum-framed glass wall.

“I still don’t.” He clasped the nape of her neck and pulled her slowly, gently toward him.