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Addison Crouse, MBA: Flash Sex Fiction Erotica

Joe Brewster

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011 Joe Brewster/transgressivefiction

Smashwords Edition

I hope you enjoy my little story. Thank you for your support.


Addison Crouse sat eating her lunch at her desk while going over reports for her upcoming presentation. Or, rather, she picked at her salad absent-mindedly as she focused, as she always did, on what was important: The bottom line.

A sudden disturbance interrupted her concentration. A man from the nursery brought a plant, a small tree, into her office and placed it just inside the door.

The tall, dark, figure spoke, "They told me to bring this in here."

Addison looked up to see a rugged, well-built, blue-collar body and felt a soft tug inside her. She wasn’t used to seeing the kind of sculpted physique a man earns through hard manual labor. It moved her in ways a gym-crafted body never could.

His righteous muscles rippled beneath his tight khaki uniform, threatening to shred the fabric and burst their seams as he mopped his handsome brow with a plain white cotton hanky.

"Put that in the corner," Addison commanded succinctly--- the first of a set of much more intimate commands she hoped he’d follow.

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