KyAnn Waters

So I think it's pretty clear I'm really terrible at keeping up my blog. lol. But I'm home from RT and I have some news. I have a newly contracted story.

Executive Positions
By KyAnn Waters

Four years of foreplay is enough . . .

Avril Blanco experiences several positions with a sexy, driven executive in the advertising firm of William Carver. The complication...Monday morning the determined and powerful man will be her boss.

Ian Carver is taking over as CEO for his ailing father. His first executive decision—renegotiate Avril’s job description. He’s looking for a partner, in and out of bed.

But will she risk the reputation of sleeping her way to the top?



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Damn, his movements were deliberate and sexy. He stalked toward her with the determination of a predator, stealing the air from her lungs. “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” he said. His heated baritone was a mixture of confidence and raw sexuality.

“Welcome home and welcome aboard.” Avril Blanco extended her hand as a slow tentative smile found her lips.

“Thank you.” The newest addition to the William Carver advertising firm grasped her hand and the fine hairs on her arm tingled. He didn’t shake, but held her gently with his long fingers, his thumb grazing the tender flesh on the top of her hand with a deliberate stroke.

She tried not to divulge the clamoring desires rioting through her, but seductive awareness fluttered in her chest and made her nipples tighten. His intense stare locked on her face and she melted—just a little. To reveal to him he had a profound physical and sexual affect on the state of her panties would be tantamount to professional suicide. After all, Ian Carver was the boss’s son.

“Ms. Blanco, we’ll be working together.”

Yes, she was well aware of that—was well aware of him. She smiled, keeping her professional demeanor in place when all she really wanted to do is ask him to talk dirty to her with that voice, deep yet smooth like aged brandy. “You can call me Avril.” She tipped her champagne flute to him in a toast then sipped. “But as your father said, tonight is a celebration so no discussions of work.” However, that was probably the only safe subject considering the directions her thoughts were taking her. She’d been half in love with Ian for four years. Revealing that now would have her looking for a new job and she was just getting used to her executive office.

Ian hitched a hip against the conference table. His olive-toned suit coat parted giving her a glimpse of his muscular linen-covered chest. He sipped his champagne and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I like that idea.” He gave her one of those smiles that warmed her and weakened her knees. A dimple creased his left cheek through his five-o’clock shadow. “We’re finally going to be able to get to know each other better.”