Below is a 🔥steamy bit🔥 from my book, The Dangerous Ones, for WattpadAfterDark's "Show us your Story" Contest:

It was December 5th, Mark's 35th birthday. Louis had told her on the QT. Only problem was, what did you get a man like that? He never mentioned that he wanted anything. Except of course . . .

Which she gave him every chance she got.

Bingo! Virginia felt her body heat up with the idea.

She had booked the day off, so she packed up her things and headed out shopping. Janine was going to stay with Mrs. Johnson for the evening.

She pulled into his driveway in the early afternoon, an unusual time of day for her to be there, especially in the middle of the week. Steve was on duty at the gate. She looked around as she slowed to a stop but saw no sign of Bruce, grateful that she didn't have to deal with his bad attitude.

"Boss isn't here. Was he expecting you?" Steve asked.

"No, I wanted to surprise him for his birthday."

"Awesome." He nodded with a broad smile in his surfer-dude kind of way.

"Where's your brother?"

His eyes narrowed and the friendliness slid from his face. "Out."

Talk about a none-of-your-damn-business vibe. So much for making conversation, Virginia thought. "Could you not tell Mark I'm here when he comes home?"

The grin and nod returned. "Chyeah, I can keep a secret."

No doubt, she thought as she headed up the driveway. She eased onto the grass and pulled around to the back of the house in an attempt to hide her car.

She found Lily in the kitchen, working on a birthday cake. "It's beautiful," Virginia gushed as she watched her forming flowers with the yellow icing being squeezed from a bag.

"He deserves the best," Lily said, her chest puffed out with pride. "That is why he has you."

"Oh . . . I . . . thank you." Virginia was surprised by the woman's words. Mark's housekeeper had always been polite and friendly to her, but they had never had any deep personal conversations.

Lily stopped what she was doing, grabbed Virginia's hand, and captured her gaze. "You must listen to an old woman. You two are like peanut butter and jelly. Very different places you come from, both strong and independent, but together"—she put a hand over her heart—"what a combination!"

Virginia laughed and gave her a hug. "I never thought of it like that."

"You must," Lily bowed her head and returned to her decorating.

After asking Lily to keep her secret, Virginia left the woman to her work.

In Mark's bedroom, she pulled a glossy box with satin trim from her overnight bag. She didn't buy lingerie very often, preferring sports bras and comfortable briefs for work, but she understood the fascination with it. Laying it on the bed, she unfolded the tissue paper surrounding the black lace babydoll set she had purchased that morning and held it up in the air. It was delicate and feminine with sequins adorning the formed cups and a ribbon-trimmed hem and bow that added a few sexy details to the sheer material. A matching thong completed the set.

She helped herself to a shower and spent some time in the bathroom fussing with her hair and makeup until she didn't know what else she could possibly do. Then she donned the present she had bought him. It had an innocent, almost girlish, quality to it. However, there was nothing innocent about the plunge front, push-up cups of the bralette. More cleavage than she ever thought possible reflected back at her from the mirror. She was turned on just thinking about what his reaction might be.

Walking back into his bedroom, muffled voices drew her eyes to the door just in time to see the knob turn. She was smack dab in the middle of the room with nothing to hide behind besides the material she had on, which left little to the imagination. She froze. Like a deer caught in the headlights.

Mark came in, fully immersed in the book he held open in his hands, and . . . shit, Bruce was right behind him.

Virginia grabbed at her hair, pulling it forward in an attempt to hide something, anything. Her face heated up, the warmth spreading all the way down to her toes.

Bruce was the first to notice her. He froze, except for his eyebrows, which shot so far up, they nearly hit his hairline. "Whoa."

Mark looked to Bruce first before snapping his head around to see what held his attention. He froze.

There was a long pause. A . . . very . . . long . . . awkward . . . pause.

Mark was the one to break the silence when he clapped the book closed and shoved it into Bruce's chest, pushing him backward in the direction of the door.

"I get it, I'm leaving." Bruce leaned to one side to take another look as he was being plowed out of the room. "I prefer red—just to let you know," he said to her.

"Out," Mark growled, giving him one last shove across the threshold. He shut the door in Bruce's face. The click of the lock punctuated the instruction. Crossing his arms, he leaned one shoulder against the wood to look her over.

Serious. Silent. Was he annoyed?

Her smooth, sexy seduction wasn't going as planned. "Sorry," she squeaked out with a grimace. "I wanted to surprise you."

He reached for the switch and dimmed the lights down to a soft glow while speaking in a voice so deep, she could have sworn it made her chest vibrate. "What am I supposed to do with you? You sneak into my house, upset my men . . ."

Feeling a little ridiculous after all the hoopla, she made a move toward the bed, looking for some cover.

"Stop!"

She froze. Again.

Mark came at her, each step measured and sure, his stare steadfast and gripping. She held her breath when he got close, not knowing what to expect, but he passed right by her to take in the back view. In the silence that followed, she kept her head forward and waited for him to say something, but the only sound was the rustle of clothing. When she could no longer resist, she watched over her shoulder as each discarded item hit the floor, her desire mounting with such force it sapped her energy.

"Well?" He came up behind her and grabbed her waist, pulling her close. His erection pressed into her hip as big hands slowly slid their way upward to get their fill of the cleavage she had admired earlier in the mirror. "What am I supposed to do with you?" he repeated as his fingers teased.

Sighing, she leaned back against him, giving herself over to all that strength, possessed by an ache only he could ease. "Punish me," she managed to hiss. "A few times."

Virginia felt his chuckle before she heard it and had to wonder if her orders were being encouraged . . . or simply tolerated. Hair was swept from her shoulder so that he could trail kisses down her neck, the feel of his lips on her skin driving her wild.

"Now," she groaned.

He guided her down to the soft carpet, positioning her on all fours. Warm palms slipped under the lace material and rode up and down her back adoringly. She squirmed, gyrating against the hard length at his hips. Preparing for and thinking about him all day had put her into a sexual frenzy. She was throbbing, needy, impatient. Slow and easy just wasn't going to cut it.

"Do I have to beg?" she complained, pushing back against him.

He stilled, causing her to glare over her shoulder, about to give another hurry-up order. But the stern look on his face had her mouth snapping shut.

"Be careful what you ask for," Mark said darkly.

Had she pushed him too far? She suddenly felt defenseless in her position in front of him.

"Wider," he commanded, forcing her legs further apart with his knees.

Oh, God, raced through her mind, but her body was all into the yes-sir mode, panting as she dropped down onto her forearms and arched her lower back, tilting her ass in the air for his benefit.

The thong was yanked out of the way, in all likelihood not surviving the assault, and then his hands were on her hips, holding her in place.

With one thrust he was inside her.

Filling her. Stretching her. Igniting her.

He waited, as if daring her to protest again, a silent menace except for his ragged breathing. She moaned his name, succumbing to the exquisite torment, her fingers curling into the rug's plush fibers.

Leaning forward, he brought his mouth close to her ear. "Any more orders?"

"Please . . ." she begged.

"Okay. We'll do it your way, but after that, we do it my way."

Virginia nodded. Anything. I'll do anything.

Straightening, he began to move, pumping hard and fast, an overwhelming onslaught, each powerful surge delivering a direct message to her as to who was in control of these situations.

She pushed back against him, matching each of his strokes with her own.

"Ginny," he gritted. "Don't . . . fuuucck . . ."

She smiled. Maybe he wasn't as "in control" as he'd like to be.

The tight grip of his hands was on the verge of being painful, but she didn't care. Her body started its climb, and holy shit, it was going to be a quick trip to the top. Only one coherent thought cut its way through the pleasure before she was lost to it: Thank God she had chosen to wear pants for the evening because she was pretty sure she was going to end up with rug burns on her knees. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from The Dangerous Ones. If you'd like to see more, come on over to my little corner and check out all three stories in the Chilvati Series:

The Dangerous Ones (complete)

The Silent Ones (complete)

The Wild Ones (ongoing)