{"id":258484,"date":"2026-07-13T16:18:39","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:18:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/determined-to-win-elizabeth-brown\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:18:39","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:18:39","slug":"determined-to-win-elizabeth-brown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/determined-to-win-elizabeth-brown\/","title":{"rendered":"Determined To Win – Elizabeth Brown"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I need to see that every day.\u201d I glanced over, his cock still hard as he looked at me. How does he do that? I looked up at him, expectantly. \u201cAt your service, Ms. Sharp,\u201d he said, the edges of his mouth twitching up. I dove onto him and helped myself to two more orgasms before breakfast. After we showered and dressed, I met David in the kitchen for breakfast. Thankfully, there was no green juice in sight, and instead a frittata and fruit were on the table.<\/p>\n

I helped myself to a cup of coffee from the counter and then settled in to chow down. I was wearing a low cut, sleeveless top and some slacks. David eyed me carefully as I took a seat. \u201cYou look nice,\u201d he said, pretending not to stare. I looked down at my outfit. I knew he was talking about my shirt, and I knew he probably thought it was too low cut, and I didn\u2019t care. \u201cThanks. We\u2019re going out for drinks tonight since it\u2019s my last day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd where is this?\u201d David said coolly, pretending to be lost in the newspaper. \u201cForbidden Island. It\u2019s a tiki bar in Alameda. Have you been there?\u201d David furrowed his eyebrows. I knew very well that he hadn\u2019t been there. Bars weren\u2019t really his scene. I suppose I should be thankful; I shuddered to think what would happen if he was let loose in a room full of drunken, horny women.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe I should join you.\u201d I stared at him as he flipped the pages of his newspaper. I was pretty sure most people would be surprised to hear him make the offer, but I knew what was at the root of it. It was about keeping an eye on me \u2026 not celebrating with my co-workers. \u201cI mean, you could, but it\u2019s just going to be me and the crew from work.<\/p>\n

I mean, you might not have fun.\u201d A flash of something passed over his face. Was it hurt? Whatever. Certainly David Keith could survive without me for an evening.<\/p>\n

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Edited by Chelsea Kuhel (www.madisonseidler.com) This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author\u2019s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. WARNING: The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations.<\/p>\n

It is intended for adult readers. Table of Contents Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 Acknowledgements About the Author Prologue David I think I\u2019m going to need a new set of panties.<\/p>\n

I sat back in my desk chair, trying to suppress my growing erection. I glanced out the window and then back at my phone, the picturesque skyline of San Francisco no match for the distracting words coming off my screen. Samantha was supposed to be at her work with her new employer, not texting me. Not that I minded.<\/p>\n

Please tell me Gina can\u2019t see you texting. Relax, she\u2019s in the restroom. Although I might need to join her. And take care of myself in one of the stalls. Fuck. I pictured her staring at me, defiant, her pouty pink lips curled into a mischievous grin. I put the phone down and ran my hands through my hair before responding. This woman was going to be the end of me. The thought of her stroking her tight little cunt – fuck. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.<\/p>\n

And I wasn\u2019t going to allow her to get away with it. Don\u2019t you dare. Your orgasms belong to me. So bossy. Are you complaining? What would you do if I was? Jesus, Samantha. What? You drive me insane. It was true. Before Samantha, it was like my life was on mute. Each day was about the business \u2014 the next deal, the newest venture. I didn\u2019t even know what I was missing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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