The Secrets of Westbridge - Excerpt

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 New Orleans, Louisiana, May 2009

 Myles Pane should have been dead long before today,

his thirty-sixth birthday. Instead a naughty grin curved his full

lips as he walked along the sidewalk, headed to his office for

celebration sex. Yes, he had survived the unthinkable years ago

and was another year older, but today he had also triumphed in

winning one of the biggest cases of his law career. For both of

those reasons, his girlfriend and secretary Roxanne had

promised to get naked in his office and congratulate thehell out

of him.

Myles couldn't get to the law firm fast enough. Fast-stepping by the Garden District’s Victorian mansions and chic boutiques, and sucking on a luscious Hershey’s Kiss, he drew obvious as well as sneaky looks from women he passed on the street. His charcoal gray suit fit with dangerous attractiveness on a powerfully built frame, which towered well over six feet. Setting off his good looks were seductive facial features crowned with dark, short, wavy hair and smooth, golden-brown skin.

When finally he entered the storefront law firm, Myles was glad his partners were still at the courthouse, basking in their victory. Hurrying toward his door, he envisioned all the freaky scenarios Roxanne and he could indulge in while they were gone. But when he stepped in his office she played hide and seek.

Silently Myles moved through the sizable room, not missing the traces of her lavender perfume. Its sweet, mild fragrance was the most understated thing about Roxanne. Parking his briefcase on the desk, and then slipping his arms out of his jacket, he toyed with her. Myles pretended that he planned to work.

The tap from behind sent a wave of excitement through him. Myles turned with a smoldering look in his eyes. Roxanne Vale, an auburn-haired sexpot whose wild, shoulder-skimming curls, and tight, short, red outfit, showed that she loved to flaunt her seductiveness, emerged from the closet. She thrust her tongue in Myles’s mouth.

Moaning as she turned his body to stone, Myles enjoyed her kiss only for a few seconds. At that point, Roxanne backed up to reward him with a striptease. Flirtatiously, she curled her red-glossed lips and her large, hazel eyes radiated a hypnotic stare. Shimmying out of her dress, she soon treated Myles to the view of her in a black bra, thong, and spike heels.

Myles swallowed the rush in his throat as she came to him, his hands aching to rip off the remaining garments she wore.

“Congratulations, birthday boy,” she said, unloosening his tie. “Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.”

Myles’s eyes dropped lazily down her body, and he opened his arms to give her the freedom to do what she wished. “You said you would congratulate the hell out of me.”

“And I damn sure plan to do it.” Roxanne tossed the tie aside and pressed her chest against him.