LaFleur - Business and Pleasure: Lavender Lace Series, Book 1

Business and Pleasure

Lynn LaFleur

First in the Lavender Lace series.

Marci Bayne, president of a successful media company, refuses to get involved with an employee. She doesnt consider it professional, especially after an affair with one ended badly. Enter her new vice president, hunky Keefe Donegan with his black hair and blue eyes, and shes a goner.

When Marci visits Lavender Lace, a store run by Celtic goddess Ashlyn, she cant resist the sexy lingerie. Ashlyn convinces Marci to be brave and buy something new, something a man wouldnt be able to resist.

Keefe is delighted to discover the sexy underwear beneath the presidents business suit. Hes even more delighted to find the sensuous woman inside the president. Their lovemaking is hot and passionate, but he wants more than sex. He has to convince Marci that business and pleasure are the perfect combination.

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Business and Pleasure

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Business and Pleasure Copyright 2009 Lynn LaFleur

Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky

Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book publication September 2009

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Business and Pleasure

Lynn LaFleur

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The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Nordstrom: Nordstrom, Inc.

Pepsi: Pepsico, Inc.

Reeboks: Reebok Sports Limited Corporation

Seahawks: Football Northwest LLC

Prologue

Ashlyn Flanagan tilted her head to the side and looked at the sign from a different angle. She wiggled her mouth back and forth. Something simply wasnt right. The sign itself was perfect, a soothing lavender background with dark violet lettering in a scripty font designed from her own handwriting. It had taken the sign maker three times to get the coloring right, but hed finally succeeded. And yet

Another of your romantic adventures, me love? a masculine voice whispered in her ear.

She would know that lilting Irish brogue anywhere. Joy coursed through her body, a prelude to the pleasure she knew would come later. Smiling, Ashlyn turned to see Llyr grinning at her. The sight of the Celtic god of the sea always made her heart flutter in her chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Where have you been? She released him, but clasped his hands to keep him close. I havent seen you in months.

Takin care of me duties, lass.

Since when do you have duties? Dont you have dozens of little gods and goddesses who work for you?

Aye, but I still have to oversee those dozens. Tis a full-time job lately. Im wearing meself down to nothing.

Ashlyn looked at his shoulder-length coal black hair, his sky blue eyes, those dimples that made her knees weak when he smiled. Llyr was six-feet, one-inch of broad-shouldered, husky male who had captured her heart five hundred years ago. You dont look like youre wearing yourself down to nothing.

Llyr dipped his head. I thank ye for the compliment, but I could use some time off to relax and recuperate.

The wicked gleam in his eyes told her exactly how he wanted to relax. That would be fine with her. She hadnt experienced Llyrs incredible lovemaking in much too long. Would you like to go back to my house?

He smiled, flashing those dimples along with his white teeth. Tis a grand idea ye have, darlin. But first He looked up at the sign above the door. What is Lavender Lace?

My new lingerie store.

Lingerie. Those frilly undergarments women wear that get in the way?

Ashlyn giggled. Llyr had always said womens underwear had been invented to aggravate men. Bras, panties, slips, garter belts, pajamas, nightgowns, and other goodies. I have everything a woman could want to entice her man.

Llyr slid one hand down to her buttock and squeezed. Your skin entices me, lass. Thats all I need.

Quickly grabbing his hand, she pulled it back up to her waist. Were on a public sidewalk, Llyr.

Then take me someplace private. Ive a yearnin to touch ye all over.

Ashlyn had the same yearning about touching Llyr. She loved his body. He had the perfect amount of hair on his chest and stomach to tickle her fingertips. Muscled arms and thighs and a nice big cock completed the package.

But first, she wanted his opinion. Whats wrong with the sign?

A frown turned down the corners of his mouth. What sign?

The one above the door. The sign maker made it exactly as I designed it, but something isnt right about it.

His chest rose and fell with his heavy sigh. Ashlyn. I havent been with ye in months. Im here now, ready and willing to ravish ye. Tis not the sign Im thinkin about.

The word ravish sounded delicious. I suppose you could look at the sign later.

His smile returned. A grand idea.

My car is nearby.

Lead the way.

* * * * *

Ashlyn offered to let Llyr drive. He declined, saying he hadnt driven an automobile in several years, plus she knew the Seattle area much better than he. Once on their way, she knew exactly why he let her drive. He tortured her every mile to her house. A tickle of her earlobe. A brush of his thumb across her nipple. A dance of his fingertips on the inside of her thigh. By the time she pulled into her garage, her pussy was wet and her body on fire for him.

She didnt make it any farther than inside her kitchen when she attacked him. Pushing him against the door, she kissed him passionately while rubbing his hard shaft with her mound. He returned kiss for kiss, his hands sliding up and down her sides. With each pass, the heels of his hands brushed the sides of her breasts.

Llyr ended their kiss and cradled her face. Are ye hungry, darlin?

Very.

I shouldnt have stayed away so long.

No, you shouldnt have. Stop talking and kiss me.

He made a tsking noise. So impatient. The buildup is worth it, dont ye think?

You teased me all the way over here. That was my buildup.

Leaning closer, he whispered into her ear. Are ye nice and wet, darlin?

Definitely.

Then take me to your bedroom so I can find out for sure.

Walking would take too much time. Ashlyn snapped her fingers. One moment they stood in her kitchen, the next they stood by her bed.

A cocky smile curved Llyrs lips. You are hungry. Let me help ye.

A twirl of his forefinger and their clothes lay on the floor. Ashlyn stuck out her lower lip in a playful pout. I wanted to undress you.

Takes too much time. He tugged her against him and moaned when their bodies touched. Bare is much better.