After being cheated on yet again, romance cover model Jolee Randall decides to get as far away from her faithless boyfriend's clutches as she can. Realizing she'll have to take a break from her life in order to do so, she dons spectacles and a dowdy black dress, then takes a job as a housekeeper.
Jolee's new employer Daniel can't figure out why it is that he's so attracted to his frumpy, frowning maid, but he can't stop fantasizing about her either. Pretty soon one thing leads to another and Daniel discovers that there's more under that frumpy black dress than he ever imagined.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Breathless in Black by Marilyn Lee
Jolee stood in the living room of Kyle's apartment, shaking her head in disbelief. It couldn't be and yet the moans of pleasure coming from the bedroom were unmistakable. She knew those lusty sighs well. Kyle made them every time he was about to come.
Feeling anger warring with her sense of disbelief, she softly moved across the living room, her feet sinking into the deep carpeting, and down the hall. She paused to take a deep breath before she put her head around the open bedroom door.
They hadn't bothered to turn the light off so she had an excellent view of the naked couple in the middle of the big bed. Kyle, with his long, thick hair caught in a band was on his knees with his groin pressed close to the quivering hips of a young, slender female. He clutched her small breasts in his hands as he repeatedly thrust his cock into her. Each time he did, the woman moaned and shuddered, pushing her hips back against Kyle; causing him to emit the lusty sigh Jolee knew so well.
As she watched, unable to look away, he suddenly leaned over the woman's back, wrapped an arm around her waist and began pummeling his cock in and out of her with hard, rapid thrusts. The woman moaned louder and in a matter of moments, Jolee saw Kyle's come dripping down the woman's thigh.
The bastard was having unprotected sex with another woman! As the realization sank it, she cried out, feeling as if her heart had been wretched from her body. "Kyle! You bastard!"
The couple on the bed scrambled apart. Kyle stared at her with wide, guilty eyes, while the woman--woman?--she looked barely legal--the girl cast one horrified look at Jolee and dived from the bed onto the floor.
Kyle casually climbed off the bed and strolled towards her. "Jolee...let me explain."
"Explain? What's to explain?" She glanced down at his thick, hard cock. The same cock that had given her so much pleasure in the past was now condomless and covered with the juices and bodily fluids from himself and his jailbait lover. Her stomach heaved. She turned and ran back down the hall.
"Jolee! Damn it! Let me explain."
She reached the apartment door. Before she could yank it open, Kyle was behind her, shoving it closed and pressing his nude body against her back. She put her hands on the closed door and tried to push away from him. "Let me go!"
Instead, he turned her around and looked down at her. "Not until you let me explain."
"Explain? What's to explain? I just caught you screwing a female who can't be anymore than eighteen, for God's sake. You cheating, faithless bastard!"
He shrugged, flashing the crooked grin she'd once loved so much. "Don't overreact, Jo. It was just a fuck. It doesn't mean anything, doesn't change anything between you and me."
"The hell it doesn't! I never want to see you again!"
"Oh, is that right?" He smiled, put his hands on his hips and thrust his cock toward her. "And just where do you think you're going to find another sugar dick like this?"
She stifled the urge to roll her eyes and glared up at him instead. "Don't you worry about me, Kyle. This may come as a surprise to you, but you don't own the market on big dicks. There are lots of them in this city. And I'm going to find one that belongs to a man who understands that I don't share. Either you're faithful or I don't need or want it or you. Now get away from me!"
She pushed against his shoulders with all her strength. When that failed to budge him she lifted a knee toward his groin. He pushed at her knee and stumbled back away from her.
Before he could recover, she yanked open the door and ran down the hallway to the stairs, her eyes filling with tears. She hated him. She hated all men. Damn them all. The only thing they were good for was screwing. Damn if she'd let another man touch her heart.
Screw her? Yes. Mean anything to her? No.