Everyone knows you shouldn't have an affair with your boss. Valerie, a curvy single girl in New York City, is three months into her first job out of college. Her boss, the very wealthy and mysterious Jasper Declan, makes her a little nervous, but that's normal, isn't it? One night, they're alone together, working late on a big project - and the next thing she knows, Valerie is half-naked on her boss' desk. She knows better, but she just can't resist giving into temptation. But as the affair continues, it turns out that Jasper has certain... preferences. That is, he's looking for a curvy, sexy, beautiful submissive - and his assistant, Valerie, would be perfect. Will she give into her desires? Or will she do what she knows she should, and end the affair? Overtime is a seriously steamy romance that will melt your screen!

This is definitely against office policy. Last week, big, beautiful Valerie had sex with her boss, on his desk, after hours. Now, the recent college grad doesn't know what to do - after all, there's no class on how to act at work after you bang your boss. But the mysterious, controlling, and very wealthy Jasper Declan seems like he's playing a game with her, ignoring her in the office, and then sending expensive and sexy gifts to her apartment. Valerie can't take it anymore and decides she's ready for round two, walking into his office and bending over his desk - only to be turned down cold. But when he invites her to a black-tie dinner that weekend, she goes, despite her misgivings. And when he invites her to his hotel room, she accepts that invitation as well. The Personal Assistant is 9500 words of explicit sex, NOT intended for anyone under 18. It features adult themes, including domination / submission, spanking, oral sex, bondage, and BDSM. Excerpt: Jasper swung the door shut and then escorted her to the window, flinging the curtains wide, giving them a view of Central Park and beyond that, the rest of Manhattan. He stood behind her and she felt his lips on the back of her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine. Slowly, he began to unzip her dress, the curtains still open. Valerie reached for the blinds but he put his hand around her wrist, led it back to hang at her side. "Don't," he said. "But—" "Tonight, trust me," he said. "If this isn't going to work for you, you can leave and we'll never talk about this again." Valerie's dress fell to around her ankles and she stood in front of the window in her bra, thong, and high heels, lit up and visible to all of Central Park.

The door isn't even locked. A month ago, Valerie never would have thought she'd be here: in her boss' office, on her knees, pleasuring him as he conducts his 9 a.m. phone meeting. She'd thought of herself as sassy, smart, and sarcastic; not the kind of girl to take a spanking and ask for another, not the kind of girl to wear whatever her boss tells her, not the kind of girl to crawl across his office on hands and knees. Not the kind of girl who'd love being a submissive. Turns out Valerie is that kind of girl, and submitting comes with rewards. On the Desk contains graphic depictions of oral sex, domination and submission, and penetration, and is not for children or the faint of heart! Excerpt: Valerie entered his office and he closed the door behind her, gently, the man on speakerphone still droning on and on. Without speaking, Jasper Declan sat back in his big leather office chair, leaning back with both his hands on its arms, and crooked his finger again. Valerie walked toward him, her cushioned hips swaying with every high-heeled step. He watched hungrily. "I'm not sure we have the numbers—" the man on the phone was saying. Mr. Declan's finger spun lazily in the air, and Valerie understood what that meant. She turned, pirouetting on her tiptoes, and then arching her back and slowly leaning forward, feeling her already-tight skirt pull as she did, the slit coming close to revealing her sex, her garters making two indentations where they pulled against her flesh. Just like every day, his fingers pushed at the hem of her skirt slowly, easing them up her thighs. Valerie could feel his breath on her newly-exposed skin, each revealed inch arousing her more. Mr. Declan paused. He ran one finger under the suspender on her left leg, right into the cleft between buttock and thigh, and then he ran his finger down it, under the stocking itself. Then he snapped it against her flesh, not loud enough to carry over the phone. The soft sting reverberated through Valerie's whole body.