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Authors: Cleo Peitsche

Dangerously Big

Contents

Title Page

BLURB

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Other Stories

DANGEROUSLY BIG

Copyright, Legal Notice and Disclaimer:

DANGEROUSLY BIG
© 2015 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

This book contains mature content and is solely for adults.
 

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Other Titles By Cleo

After Forever/Bisexual Billionaire Trilogy (Threesome Romance)

Careless

Hopeless

Fearless

After Forever Box Set

Office Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)

Office Toy

Client Satisfaction

Company Vacation

Flex Time

Soft Skills

Executive Package

Executive Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)

Executive Toy

Professional Sin

Dangerously Big

Trickiest Job (coming soon)

Dirtiest Lie (coming soon)

Forbidden Fix (coming soon)

By a Dangerous Man (BDSM Erotic Romantic Suspense)

Season One

Trapped by a Dangerous Man

Wanted by a Dangerous Man

Saved by a Dangerous Man

Tempted by a Dangerous Man

Seduced by a Dangerous Man

Season Two

Dared by a Dangerous Man

Broken by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

Pursued by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

Desired by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

Protected by a Dangerous Man (coming soon)

The Shark Shifter Paranormal Romance

Touching Paradise

Master of the Deep

Oceans Untamed

Blood in the Water

Shark Burn (coming soon)

Take Me Hard Series (BDSM Romance)

Ride Me Hard

Love Me Hard

Use Me Hard

Take Me Hard Compilation #1

Push Me Hard

Fantasy Playland Series (BDSM)

Sleeping Lady

Sleeping chez Sade

Wide Awake

Wide Open

His Kiss

Fantasy Playland Box Set

Mistress Moi Series (Femdom)

My Three Slaves

Cuckold Chuck

Faye-Faye and the Sadist

Bad Boyfriend Series (Femdom Romance)

Bad Boyfriend

DANGEROUSLY BIG
(Executive Toy #3) is an erotic romantic suspense. Contains menage and BDSM elements in an office setting.

Working for Romeo, Hawthorne, and Slade is a challenge, but the dominant men give Lindsay exactly what she needs. Even though Hawthorne continues to drive her insane, she’s happy with her new life.

But when a stranger with a gun steps out of the shadows, Lindsay realizes that happy is dangerous.
 

Happy will get her killed.

A woman with Lindsay’s past doesn’t have the luxury of waiting for a knight on a white horse. She’ll have to settle for an arrogant, condescending billionaire… one whose goal has always been to get rid of her.
 

Desperate women don’t get easy choices.
 

Chapter 1

I’m only two blocks from the office when I get so overheated that I have to stop and remove my power blue blazer. I gather my hair into a messy ponytail and lift it off my shoulders.
 

A cool breeze kicks up and whispers across my damp neck. Long strands of platinum blonde hair drift across my face.
My kingdom for a hair clip
, I think. But I don’t have anything like a kingdom to trade.
 

If I did, I wouldn’t be running back to the office at 5:00. I’d be heading home like everyone else.
 

A man on a bike whizzes by, but not before he whistles in appreciation.

After a quick peek down—to make sure I didn’t perspire through my blouse, that I don’t look like a fugitive from a wet T-shirt contest—I start walking again.

Traffic is backed up. Cars jerk forward a few inches at a time. Horns blare. The air is heavy with the smell of exhaust and rubber, and it’s like the entire city is angry about something.

Not me, though. My heart is light, my soul free.

Free by my standards, anyway.
 

I take advantage of the standstill traffic to jog across the street. My skirt is tight, forcing me to take small steps, to run mostly on my toes. My heavy, oversized shoulder bag bounces against my hip, and my breasts jiggle a little uncomfortably.
 

As I dart between two parked sedans, one of my stiletto heels just… crumbles under my weight.

Stumbling, I catch myself on the car’s hood. Barely.

I hobble to the sidewalk and brace my hip against a parking meter. Slowly, I bend my knee and look at my shoe. The heel has snapped, the bottom part connected to the sole only by a flimsy strip of black fabric.

The crowd, oblivious to my tragedy, continues past me, and I stare mournfully at my shoe. Pushing away from the meter, I put weight on my foot and take a tentative step. After all, I don’t have far to go.

The first step is fine, but the second?
 

Disaster.
 

I get chummy with the meter again. As I look up, I catch sight of Romeo standing in front of our office building.
 

Even from a distance, his dark gray suit looks crisp, like he just put it on. He’s talking to someone I can’t see.
 

Romeo seems relaxed. His face is arrestingly gorgeous, and I can’t take my eyes off him.

Then he smiles, and my heart stops beating. There haven’t been enough of Romeo’s smiles lately.

Passing groups of women check him out. Who can blame them? He’s tall and extraordinarily well-built. His facial features are perfect, symmetrical. He’s got a strong jaw and chin, a straight nose, full lips, white teeth that contrast with his lightly bronzed skin.

It doesn’t hurt that he exudes success and power. At twenty-eight years old, he commands envy and respect, and he knows it.

Another tall, dark-haired man moves into view. Slade. Grinning, he says something, and Romeo throws back his head and laughs. Even though I can’t hear anything across the distance and the murmur of the crowd and the honking horns and squealing brakes, I still
feel
his laugh vibrating through my body.

I’d give anything to know what they’re talking about. But even when I’m sandwiched between them, I’m always on the outside. I wonder where Hawthorne is.
 

If they all go up together, maybe that means there’s time for some fun? They’re like the three musketeers of sex: one for all and all for one. It’s not always easy to coordinate the schedules.

Romeo glances at his phone, and the smile slides off his face. He says something, then walks away. After a moment, Slade crosses the street.
 

I track his progress, hoping he’ll sense me staring and look over.
 

He doesn’t. He does, however, reach the far side without his shoes falling apart. As he disappears into the crowd, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. I like Slade. A lot.

“How’s your ankle?” asks a deep male voice.
 

I glance up into Hawthorne’s piercing blue eyes. His conservative tie is slightly loose, and his hands are in his pockets, but his posture is ramrod straight, and every dark hair on his head is in place.
 

My cheeks heat, and I don’t answer.

“Do you want a ride?”

“No,” I say. “I’ve got more work to do.”

“I know. I’m offering to carry you.” His smirk doesn’t deserve a reply, so I don’t offer one.

While I dig through my bag, Hawthorne hovers. Let him. I’m good at ignoring people, even when they’re as unfairly sexy as he is.

Hawthorne begins to whistle. It takes me a moment to place the slow, somber tune—a funeral march. For my shoes?

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask. “Kicking puppies or stealing lollipops from babies?”

“I did all that this morning,” he says.

The weight of my bag pulls it down, and I rebalance it against my knee and continue to dig. I don’t ask myself what Hawthorne wants because it’s clear: he can’t pass up an opportunity to annoy me.
 

“I actually could use a favor,” I say, my voice strangled because I’m leaning over, and the waistband on my skirt is too tight for this pose.
 

My fingers land on the plastic bag, all the way at the bottom of my bag, of course. I pull out my emergency ballet flats, which are rolled tightly, and coax them flat as I straighten.
 

It’s not easy to do the balancing thing with Hawthorne watching so intently, but I manage to change my shoes.

“You want to be of assistance? See that these receive a proper burial.” I shove the stilettos at him.
 

To my surprise, he accepts them, albeit between two pinched fingers. If his nose goes any higher, he’ll need a chiropractor to fix his neck.

I pin him with a wintry stare. “Thank you,” I say. And then… heaven help me… I smirk. It’s Hawthorne’s most irritating quirk, and now he’s got me doing it.

He smiles.

Something about staring into his cool blue eyes while in the middle of the bustling crowd is intimate, and in a heartbeat I feel my breath turn shallow, heat spiraling inside me.

“Guess I’ll see you later.” He heads off in the direction Romeo went. As he passes a trashcan, he tosses my shoes.

I wish I could say that I don’t watch him go, but I do. Hawthorne is every bit as gorgeous as he is irritating.

It’s an awful combination in a boss. Luckily, my other two bosses are kind. Not to say they’re easy. They’re not. They make me work long hours, and they get a little too liberal with the spankings during sex, but I have no complaints.

When I start to walk again, there’s a surreal disconnect between my head and my feet. It’s like a naked-in-front-of-the-class dream.
 

Dear lord but the pavement is
hard
, and I can feel every little bump under my soles. No one should have to be so intimate with a public sidewalk.
 

By the time I reach the building’s entrance, I’m walking on my tiptoes. It’s just more comfortable.

That’s worrisome. I’ve heard about women who screw up their legs by wearing heels all the time, but I’m only twenty-three. Surely my calf muscles aren’t permanently shortened?

Someone bumps into me, doesn’t apologize.

Then it happens again.

Frowning, I go through the doors. The security guard says, “Identification.”

Apparently he doesn’t recognize me if I’m four inches shorter. Though… I’m not sure I recognize him, either.

This is all Romeo’s fault. He ordered me to give up my padded, pushup bras, and now, without cleavage, without high heels, I’ve become invisible. By the time I step off the elevator, my confidence is circling the drain.

It doesn’t matter, though. Most of the office is gone for the day. I just have a quick hour of work to wrap up, then I can head home.

There’s a lot to do, and I plunge into it. Tomorrow’s the day we restructure Food4Life, and I’m behind with my employee recommendations. It doesn’t help that I had Slade with me as I conducted the interviews, so my notes are only semi-legible.

With bosses as hot as Romeo, Slade and Hawthorne, it can be impossible to concentrate. It’s a wonder I haven’t sketched X-rated doodles in all the margins.

~ ~ ~

Toward 8:00, I look through my remaining notes. Two more reports, but they’re the most difficult.
 

Sooner begun, sooner done
, as my mom used to say whenever I put off doing my homework. The bittersweet memory makes me smile. I take a sip of cold coffee and resume typing.

I’m aware of someone walking down the hallway, toward my part of the office, but I’m focused on my work.
 

“Lindsay Yorker.”

Even as my last name rings into the silence, the blood sludges in my veins, and a chill inches down my spine.
 

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