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  Jayded

  Shevaun DeLucia

  Words Written, LLC

  Rochester, New York

  Copyright © 2015 by Words Written, LLC

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

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  Jayded / Shevaun DeLucia

  ISBN 978-0-9863951-0-9

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright page

  Dedication

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  Acknowledgements

  To my number one fans—you give me a reason to

  follow my dreams – Dom & Ang

  Jayded [ˈjā-dəd] adjective:

  1. to sexually pleasure to the extreme

  2. to be sexually pleasured to the point where all other lovers would be inferior

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kyle

  A breeze rushes over me, sending goose bumps across the surface of my skin and chilling me to the bone. I pull my tangled covers up over my shoulder and bury my face deep into the warmth. Ahh, so snug.

  Just then, my alarm shrieks loudly through the room. I don’t want to move. Fuck work today. Ugh! If only I could lie in bed all day and get paid for it, life would be perfect. On second thought, I could do that as a male escort! I laugh at my dirty mind, shake my head, and smile. The things I come up with.

  I take one last breath and blow it out forcefully before I push the covers off and feel the breeze glide over me once more. Brr! I jump across my bed to shut the darn thing off, almost falling on my face when my foot catches on the sheet.

  It’s the middle of January, and still, to this day, I cannot fall asleep without my fan on. It is an old habit acquired from childhood. The sounds of the whipping blades drowned out the noise of Junior, my older brother, snoring—something I had to endure when sharing a room with him as a kid. I’ve needed it ever since. It’s one of my weird addictions.

  I rub the sleep from my eyes, a parting gift from the good ole Sandman. I just hate morning time. I think I’ve been up no more than five minutes before my phone rings. I don’t even need to look at the caller ID to know who it is.

  I press the green button and put the phone up to my ear as I walk to the bathroom. “Hey, Ma. Why must you always call me this early in the morning?” I grumble. I grab the washcloth from the towel rack and hold it under the hot, steaming water.

  “Well good morning to you too, son! I just wanted to remind you to dress up today. We have a possible partner coming in to visit. Your father is going to be on his shitstorm-rampage getting the office prepared,” my mother says. I sigh knowing today will be a rough one. I can hear her take the phone from her ear as she orders her french vanilla coffee with sugar and extra cream. She stops at the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru each morning. “Did you need me to grab you one?” she asks.

  I finish wiping off my face with the steamy washcloth. “Nah. I’m good, Ma. I’ll grab one on my way there.”

  “Ok, love. I’ll see you in a few.”

  I put my phone on the counter and finish my normal morning bathroom routine. I can’t help but feel a little stoked that it’s business casual dress attire today. That means the girls are going to be on fire, dressed in pumps, tight dress pants, or maybe even some nice, tight ass-grabbing skirts—yeah buddy!

  I work down the street at my parents’ publishing company: Saunders Literary Agency. My parents both built the company from the ground up. They have made it into a very successful business that’s going on ten years now. Just last year, I decided to join the team after finishing my last semester at college.

  Believe me, being twenty-four and working for my parents is not my ultimate goal in life, but I had to keep the money flowing. There was no way in hell I was going back home to live under my parents’ roof while I figured out what to do with myself.

  There are a couple of girls at the office who have caught my eye, but nothing worth talking about. They were more like wham-bam-thank-you-ma’ams. Elizabeth, the long-legged wonder with a nice rack—I just had to get my mouth on that. I dated her on and off for a couple of months, but she wanted too much from me. She wanted to be exclusive, and when I told her we needed to cool off for a while, she went all stalker-mode on me. She turned into a stage-five clinger! So I ran.

  Bottom line is I’m twenty-four, for Christ’s sake! Who the hell wants to settle down at twenty-four? One piece of ass for the rest of my life? That shit isn’t happening! At least, not anytime soon. I’ve been lucky enough to have parents who’ve stayed together all these years. I’ve gotten to watch what true love looks like through them. But for me—I’m just happy living as a bachelor.

  My parents met at the same age I’m at now, and they are the small percentage who’ve made it, stuck with it. They’ve been together almost thirty years, and they’re still going strong. My childhood was nice. It was textbook normal, with some occasional hiccups. But marriage and family is pretty much non-existent in my future, at least for now.

  I finish a quick shave and head back to my closet to put on my dress clothes. I have a studio apartment. It’s small but efficient, and the rent is cheap. I have my bed, leather sofa, breakfast nook looking over the small kitche
n, and a nice big window looking out on the busy downtown streets. But the best part of it is—there are no parents!

  I check the thermostat before I head out, making sure it’s set to turn on by five in the evening so I can come home to a nice, snug apartment, and then I head out the door.

  Work’s going to be a little crazy today. It always is when we have clients or prospective agents who may join our company. My parents have some big clients that are very loyal because my father is very good at what he does. He is usually extra tense and extra snippy on these days. He’s fighting for traditional publishing versus the self-publishing trend that authors seem to take to lately. So keeping our clients happy is extremely important to our company.

  Me, I try to stay out of Dodge when my father is in his moods, and my mother gets the short end of the deal. She has no choice but to deal with the lion head-on.

  I hustle my butt getting into my car. It feels like ten below outside. Really, it’s only about thirty-two degrees. At least that is what the radio man just said. Mental note: Get a car starter installed! I say this every winter. And each time I finally get down to making a move on it, it’s already spring and I let it wait until the next winter. Yes, I know; I am a major procrastinator.

  What can I say?

  I turn the key and the motor hums to life. I pat the dashboard and whisper her sweet nothings. My car is a beauty: a black 2014 Cadillac, CTS-V luxury sports coupe. It was a graduation gift from my parents. They may have gone a little overboard, but nothing’s too good for their “little baby boy,” as my mom would say.

  I pull up to work and park to the back. The less cars, the better. I would crush someone if they scratched or nicked this baby. Now, if only I could find a girl who is just as sleek and sexy, my world would be perfect. Yeah, I’m a little crazy. I shake my head with a grin while looking around to make sure no one is seeing my craziness.

  I buzz myself in and walk past the secretary, Elise. She’s quiet and shy—pretty in a natural, bland sort of way. Every time I walk past her, I make sure to give her an extra special smile. “Hello, Elise. You’re looking very pretty today,” I tell her as I walk by. I like to see her cheeks redden.

  She giggles. “Thank you, Kyle.” I give her a wink, she buzzes me in, and I stroll toward my desk.

  As I walk past my coworkers, I nod my head and charm my way through the office. I finally reach my desk and clock in. Jeff Bauer, a longtime friend, comes to visit, hanging against the outside of my cubicle. “Hey, man. What’s up?”

  Jeff’s my dude. He’s a blast to party with. We’ve known each other since eighth grade when he moved here from South Carolina with his mom. He is one loyal friend. When he’s got your back, he’s got your back. He’s proved this many times during our drunken party nights. He never leaves a soldier behind, and he has bailed my ass out a thousand times. A true wingman.

  I slap him up. “So, we still on for tonight?”

  His face lights up with the thought of some free booze. “Hell yeah! I’m totally in. Where we at tonight?” Jeff asks.

  I can’t help but laugh. He kills me. “It’s a McGregor’s night tonight. My parents have to schmooze a possible new agent. You know how that shit goes,” I say, rolling my eyes to add some extra affect.

  “Alright, man. It’s on and poppin’!” He smacks the back of my head and takes off.

  “Douche!” I yell as quietly as possible. I get smacked upside the head again. “Ouch! What the—?”

  “Watch the language, Kyle. We have a guest!” my mother whispers vehemently.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I respond, annoyed. I have to find another job. Getting scolded at work at eight thirty in the morning fucking sucks!

  My mother eases up a bit, noticing my reaction. “I have Maxine in my office. Do you mind showing her around a little? Take her to the kitchen to grab some coffee, please?”

  She always makes me the errand boy while Junior, my older brother, gets to be in on the important meetings and conferences. Yes, he’s worked here since right out of high school and knows the business in and out, but I have a degree under my belt now. I am way more qualified than he could ever be. My father tells me I need to earn my spot in the business, which, in my opinion, is total bullshit. I could go work at any one of these top agencies with my background. I may be the baby of the family, but sometimes I feel more like the black sheep.

  I grunt like a child about to throw a tantrum. “Fine. Not a problem.”

  My mother gives me a pat on my shoulder and walks away. I push my chair in a little harder than normal and begin my touring duty.

  Before I can make it to my mom’s office, Elizabeth stops me. She sticks her chest out just enough for “the girls” to poke out, front and center. I can’t help but look for just a quick moment. “Good morning, Kyle,” she greets me with what she thinks is a seductive smile. I’m totally on to her, and her smile irks me like nails on a chalkboard.

  “Morning, Beth. Listen, I can’t talk right now.” I try to scoot around her, hoping she’ll get the hint.

  “Kyle, wait! Will you be at McGregor’s tonight?” she asks. Great. Stalker chick’s gonna be there. Awesome.

  “Yeah.” I turn and walk away.

  “I’ll see you there!” she yells from behind.

  I stroll up to my mother’s office and knock on the door before opening it. A woman sits in front of my mom’s desk with her back to me, typing furiously on her laptop. I look at her boringly. Most agents seem to be dull, boring, snooty, and all about business. Their idea of fun is reading a book. Or maybe it’s just that any woman dressed in a dress suit reminds me of my mother.

  “Uh, good morning,” I say, trying not to startle her. She looks to be very concentrated on her work.

  Maxine turns in her seat. My mouth hangs open. It’s like time freezes, and all I can think is holy fuck! I’m speechless. Never in my life have I been speechless or caught off-guard to this magnitude. The woman in front of me is fucking hot! On fire! I slowly take her in, starting with her high red pumps, long legs, and tight red skirt reaching her knees, hugging one amazing ass and some unGodly shaped hips. Man, those hips though. I can already see my hands being at home on those hips. My eyes drift up to her tiny waist and voluptuous breasts. Yum. Her face is flawless: lips plush and eyes a beautiful iridescent blue, which completely contrasts against her darker complexion and the brown of her hair. Simple perfection.

  I must be standing here like a doof, making an ass of myself, because she smiles with a tiny bit of amusement. She reaches her hand out to me. “Hello. You must be Kyle?”

  I continue to stare, completely mesmerized. It takes me a moment to snap out of it. “Uh, yes, I’m Kyle. You must be Maxine.” I grab her hand, immediately feeling the softness of her skin. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say with a smile.

  “It’s just Max,” she informs me.

  I scream at myself from within, trying to get a grip. She’s just a woman, for God’s sake! An amazingly attractive woman who undoubtedly has already, within seconds, caused a stir from down below. A woman with long, shapely legs that I would kill to trail kisses up and have wrapped around me. A woman with hips I could grab perfectly while watching her grind on top of me.

  Her amusement has now traveled to her sparkling eyes. “Your mother, Connie, told me you would be giving me a tour?”

  She turns to close her laptop. I almost reach my hand out to grab that beautiful ass of hers, but I slap it away before she turns back around. Man, what I could do with that ass in my hands. Shit! Okay, okay. Stay focused.

  I pull the door wider and hold out my hand for her to go first. “After you,” I say.

  She walks past me, her eyes meeting mine as she crosses my path. Our
eyes stay connected for a moment, energy rampages through every limb of my body, gathering at the southern region. I’m unable to part from her gaze until she finally disconnects from me. The air whirls around me, leaving me with the fragrance of flowers and cucumber melon. It’s intoxicating. I lean in, without realizing it, to smell the air left from her trail. Shit! What the hell am I doing? I’m losing my mind, that’s what I’m doing. I can’t help it, though. I’ve only spent a couple minutes in her presence, and I’m already addicted.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Max

  "Wow” is the only word I can seem to come up with. I knew Connie’s sons worked here, but when I pictured her younger son, for some reason I pictured a young teenage boy with acne and a socially awkward presence, not this beautiful, sexy, confident man I want to ravage like a beast standing in front of me. Just the sight of him has my juices flowing!

  He is full of manly muscle, and his clothes hug him in just the right places. I can already feel my hands itching to give that tight ass a nice squeeze. I can’t see it, but I can only imagine. Those luscious lips and dark brown piercing eyes have me melting like butter. Mmm! With just one look from him, my nipples pucker to a salute, begging to be played with. My temperature rises and settles below the belt. All of this in just a matter of minutes? Damn! I am in trouble. Maybe taking the job is not in my best interest.

  I follow him toward the door, and he waits for me to exit first. I don’t know if he wants to look at my ass, or if he’s really just a gentleman. I walk past him, immediately locking eyes with him. A zing races through my body, giving me chills. My hair is literally standing up from my skin as though I just got jolted with a ten volt. This is some crazy shit! The worst part is he’s wearing my favorite cologne: Versace. I can pick out that smell from a lineup any day. Ugh! So freaking hot!

  Keep it cool, Max. Keep it cool. He’s just a kid, for Christ’s sake! What am I thinking, anyway? He may be a sexified stud muffin, but reality is, he is just a kid. What is he, twenty? Twenty-one? Let’s also not forget I am trying to merge my company with his parents’. Become partner, and fucking the young son of my new partners would probably be frowned upon.