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  Curiously Curious

  Imani Stuart is a thirty-year-old secretary with what she feels is a cushy job. She has the hours she loves, the pay is top notch, and when the days are slow she is content to fantasize about her sexy boss Mac to pass away the time…until she stumbles upon a curious find within his desk drawer, a find that blurs the lines between private longings and untold desires.

  Jonathan “Mac” Mackenzie is a man that knows what he wants and gets it. At thirty-three, he seems to have it all. When he sets his sights on his hot little secretary, he knows he wants to be more than just her boss. Despite his charm, good looks, and success, one part of his life, a hidden lifestyle, threatens to unhinge the perfect working relationship.

  Can they each find what they truly desire, or will the journey ruin the friendship they hold dear?

  Genre: African-American, BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 23,253 words

  CURIOUSLY CURIOUS

  Mimi Tulane

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  CURIOUSLY CURIOUS

  Copyright © 2013 by Mimi Tulane

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62242-647-8

  First E-book Publication: March 2013

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  DEDICATION

  I would like to share my heartfelt gratitude to some very special people in my life that supported me and my dreams. To God I say thank you for giving me my dreams, to Mom thank you for your prayers and encouraging words, to John, Ashley, Katie, Caleb and Maurniece for all your input, patience, and love and for putting up with me when I get all crazy! My special thanks to the RP Community, The Sisters Four: (Nessa, Lynn, Marie and Mariah), Garret, Xandi and Neera and to Gnash, who pointed me in the right direction for valuable and correct information on the Lifestyle. To everyone that read, listened, encouraged me to keep going and most of all for you, the readers, who purchased this book, thank you all so very, very much! You are always appreciated!

  CURIOUSLY CURIOUS

  MIMI TULANE

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Imani Stuart drummed her fingers on her desk. Ten minutes later she tapped her pencil upon her notepad. I hate slow days. No phones ringing, no leasing agreements to log in or invoices to sign. Even Mac, her boss, had yet to put in an appearance. Jonathan Mackenzie, who was called Mac by everyone, was the owner of Mackenzie Truck Rental and Leasing. Imani was his receptionist, secretary, office assistant, shipping and receiving clerk, data entry specialist—in short his sole employee. He owned a very successful leasing company that leased large trucks to independent vendors that needed to haul freight.

  She had no complaints about her job. It paid the rent, kept her fed and supported her shoe fetish. She pretty much ran the office, being the sole employee, and flextime was a given. Sighing, she checked the clock hanging above the water cooler again and drummed her manicured fingers aimlessly. Boredom was not her thing. She searched her desk for work left undone and, finding none, sighed once more then began to nibble on the end of a pencil.

  It was during lulls such as this that she often drifted off into that hazy place where her daydreams became hot fantasies. When work was slow, her very vivid imagination often led her to indulge in hot, torrid fantasies that included herself and her boss Mac. She literally scripted out each encounter. Imani’s fantasies would definitely be considered NSFW, not safe for the workplace. Too often, her fantasies were so erotically charged, she found she needed to have her vibrator on standby!

  Staring off into space, she called to her mind’s eye her latest imaginings:

  She pictured herself alone in the office. The air conditioning was on the blink and she sat fanning herself upon her desk, wearing a dress that was clearly not office attire. It was a sheer number, the neck line plunging dangerously low, exposing the swells of her full breasts. That was when Mac would enter shirtless, his skin glistening, clad in tight, crotch-hugging jeans. He’d bring her a cool drink, running the cold glass against her fevered skin. He’d next pluck a cube of ice from it, placing the ice between his full lips. Before long he’d trail his mouth, now cold and wet, along her jaw line, then down the column of her neck.

  His hands would cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hardened, tight peaks. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She thought that she’d say something sultry like that.

  “Well, your wait is over,” she imagined Mac would in turn reply, before lifting her long legs about his shoulders as he dropped to kneel before her, kissing along the length of her inner thighs as he made his way toward her silken, wet core…

  Imani allowed her latest fantasy to fill up the solitary moments in the office, growing aroused with each passing second. Before long her fantasy became less poetic and more primal. She wanted something so decadent that she only allowed herself the thoughts during her fantasy time. No matter how her fantasies started they almost always ended with the ultimate guilty pleasure, something she longed for with all her heart. Her
secret longing included Mac and his very large, callused hands. One hand would grip her long, soft hair, holding her dominantly as she lay splayed across his firm thighs, and the other hand would repeatedly slap against her bare ass.

  Imani longed for Mac to give her a spanking.

  She shivered slightly as the familiar pool of warmth began to fan out into a dull ache inside her. Imani fantasized quite often about Mac spanking her. She had never understood why she desired it, but there it was. She craved to be spanked then fucked thoroughly by her boss. Mac never made any overtures in her direction outside of being polite and friendly, despite the fact that she’d worked for him close to three years now.

  She would catch him gazing in her direction on occasion. He would look from inside his office through the large glass window that lined the outside wall. That window allowed him to see into the main rental area, where she sat out front to greet the potential clients. Whenever she would catch him gazing out of it in her direction, he’d always give her his trademark slow grin before turning away.

  Mac, as men went, was ruggedly handsome—wide shoulders, narrow hips, with an ass you could bounce quarters off of. He preferred his face clean-shaven, as well as his head. His smooth, rich mocha skin added to the total package. Imani squirmed a bit in her seat. Her body’s reaction to his appearance was unmistakable. When she thought of those large, mahogany hands making contact upon her bare ass, a sharp contrast to her fairer caramel-hued skin, it caused her to bolt up out of her seat and head for the water cooler.

  As she gulped down crisp, cold water from a paper cone, she thought about his voice, so deep it rivaled that of Barry White. When Mac spoke, he commanded such respect from those around him. She enjoyed fantasizing about him speaking to her in that rich baritone close to her ear. His voice alone gave her goose bumps.

  As she took her seat once more, she went back to thinking about his hands. They were large, veined, with nails trimmed to perfection. Imani envisioned those hands all over her body and lingering in places that made her ache with want. She imagined how good his long fingers would feel, thrusting inside of her, coated with her juices as he brought her to a shattering climax! Her pussy was throbbing now, causing her inner muscles to quiver in building need.

  “Any calls?” Mac’s deep voice reverberated through her thick haze, causing her to jump and blush.

  “Oh no, Mac, there haven’t been any calls today.” She stammered out her reply, feeling a bit guilty and wondering how long he’d been there before she noticed.

  “Are you all right, Imani?” he asked, while thumbing through the stack of letters on her desk set aside for him.

  Imani tried to recover with a chipper response. “Of course I am! Er, why do you ask?”

  “No reason. You just seemed a bit preoccupied. Well, if there are no messages, I’ll be in my office most of the afternoon, then I’m out to meet with clients.” He flashed his trademark smile—the one that made her secretly melt—then turned on his heel, heading for his office and leaving her to stare after him.

  Once he was inside his office, she sat there a minute to gather her wits, inwardly chiding herself for her actions. The phone blaring to life helped to clear any residual fog she had from her heated imaginings. Reaching for the phone, she tossed out her customary greeting, grateful for the reprieve that allowed her to gracefully exit her personal Fantasy Island and navigate back to safer waters. “Mackenzie Shipping and Leasing, you have a need, we can fill it. Imani speaking…”

  Chapter Two

  Mac slowly grinned as he entered his office, pushing the door up, leaving it slightly ajar to listen to his secretary’s sweet-as-honey voice. She was making it hard for him, in more ways than one, to remain at a professional distance. He wanted her and, damn it, he was just looking for an opening so he could he make his move. He made a slight adjustment to his cock that was thankfully hidden within the slacks he had decided to wear today instead of the jeans he often opted for. He walked over to the window and opened the miniblinds. He didn’t want anything to obstruct his view.

  He let his eyes sweep over her sweet body, sitting so prim and proper at her desk, and found himself having a few errant thoughts of his own. Today she was wearing a cute floral-print skirt with a brightly colored blouse. He couldn’t see her long legs from his vantage point, but no doubt they were bare. He’d observed early on that she didn’t like to wear hosiery when the weather grew warmer.

  As he stood in the window his eyes slowly drank her in. Smooth caramel skin, petite frame with mile-long legs. With a face of an angel and body that could tempt a saint, that was his sweet little secretary. He could easily see himself wrapping those shapely legs of hers around his waist while he fucked her against the wall of his office. Even better, he’d lay her fine ass over his lap, rip her panties off and spank her until those perfectly rounded globes were reddened, and then he’d fuck her.

  Rubbing a hand down his face, he caught her staring off into space again. She had the perfect sweet little mouth. She was currently nibbling on the end of a pencil, a bad little habit he’d love to break her of. A slow smile crept into place. He longed to give her something else to pacify upon, like the head of his thick cock, which was currently threatening to poke a hole through his briefs.

  He’d order her to kneel before him, naked with only her heels on, his fingers fisting her soft hair while she worked his cock, slowly taking him to the back of her throat. Shit, I should have worn boxers today. He cut his errant thoughts short, stepping away from the window to pull himself together. What he desired, what he thought about often was introducing Imani to the lifestyle he lived, a life that might surprise and possibly appall the sweet temptress working for him.

  The way he looked at it, he had nothing to worry about because it would never happen. In all the time they’d worked together, Imani had never shown any interest in him beyond platonic. He kept their relationship friendly but more business than pleasure. He wanted to change that.

  Wandering back to the window, he turned over his thoughts and wrestled with the idea of telling her how he felt. He thought about marching out of his office and blurting out his true feelings to her. What if she rejected him? What if she felt the same? Could that be the preoccupation he had stumbled upon? Was she having thoughts of him as well? If only he knew what she had been thinking about so intently when he came in. When he noticed she was no longer staring off in space, but staring directly at him standing in his office window, gazing in her direction, he gave her a wink. Her beautiful amber-colored eyes framed with thick lashes took him in thoughtfully before looking away. Rubbing his chin, he turned away from the window again and walked over to his desk. Maybe his little secretary was interested. Perhaps she just lacked the confidence to approach him.

  Before he could get caught up on the idea, he considered his lifestyle again. Now leaning against his desk, he crossed his arms over his broad chest then let out a frustrated breath. Even if she was, he doubted she would expand her horizons to include a fully committed Dominant into her life. The fact was he wasn’t looking for a new sub. Not where his sweet, sexy secretary was concerned. He wanted to pursue a more traditional course of courtship, and if it led to her interest in his lifestyle choice, so much the better.

  He began to pace back and forth from his desk to the window as he thought. Lately, being around Imani stirred up a bit of restlessness, a fact that challenged his otherwise calm demeanor. He watched her bolt from her desk and walk briskly over to the water cooler, his eyes drawn to her tiny waist and that magnificent bubbled ass. He thought of all the ways he could pleasure her and his cock began to rage in earnest.

  There was something nagging in the corners of his mind concerning Imani. Words from a conversation with his cousin Jocelyn. It was something she had mentioned to him about Imani’s curiosity concerning “the life.” In hindsight he should have pressed her for more details. He watched as Imani took her seat once more then reached to answer the phone again.

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p; Smiling to himself, he decided to see if baby girl was indeed curious. Whether she was or wasn’t, Mac was a man used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted her. An idea began to spark as a slow grin replaced his concentrated scowl. Closing the blinds, he made a few phone calls, ending with one to a friend of his who was also a fellow lifer. As he planned his seduction, he thought he’d begin with a little experiment. He’d find out one way or another if curiosity was fueling this kitten or not.

  * * * *

  Imani was closing up shop when her cell rang. Looking at the number she saw that it was Mac calling, which meant he had forgotten something. “Hi, Mac, what did you forget?” she asked, while gathering up her purse to head out for the evening. His rich chuckle greeted her eardrums like liquid velvet.

  “I left a very important file in my right-hand desk drawer, do you mind dropping it off at my place on your way home?”

  Checking her watch and knowing she had no place to be, she sighed. “Of course, but I’m charging you mileage,” she said cutely.

  “Fair enough,” was his only reply before he clicked the call to an end. Imani rolled her eyes. That man, that man! She giggled as she headed for his office.

  Once inside she surveyed his desk shaking her head. Mac kept organized clutter on it and she had learned not to disturb his piles. It was a wonder he could find anything on that monstrosity he called a desk! Walking behind it she pushed his chair aside then pulled open the right-hand drawer where he said he’d left his file. Reaching inside, her hand froze. Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? Bypassing what was lying on top of the file, she reached under the object and quickly pulled out the file folder, closing the desk drawer fast.