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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Sick and tired of relying on inept men, Sommer Daniels is taking control of her orgasms. She bought a vibrator, but she'd like to find a sexy man who can show her the ropes--properly. Unfortunately, her computer freezes up at work before a huge deadline. Fortunately, the IT guy who comes to fix it is more than willing to help her find a few of those orgasms she's been looking for, on her desk in her office! They can't seem to stay away from each other, but Ted Maxwell is keeping a secret. Will it ruin their blossoming relationship? WARNING: This title contains adult language and explicit sex.

eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2007

38 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [322 KB], eReader (PDB) [85 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [60 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [54 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [126 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [119 KB], hiebook (KML) [182 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [129 KB], iSilo (PDB) [50 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [62 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [122 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [85 KB]
Words: 19467
Reading time: 55-77 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-60088-034-6

"Both Ted and Sommer are caught unaware by their fierce attraction and the situation makes for a very hot, interesting beginning for their relationship in Karen Erickson's RELEASE ME! A scorching novella that will leave plenty of readers hungry for Erickson's next release! 4 Blue Ribbons!"--Romance Junkies

"Did I tell you I'm taking control of my orgasms?" Sommer stuffed the last of her blueberry muffin into her mouth. "I'm so tired of counting on someone else, I decided to take action and make them happen myself."

"Honey, you're preaching to the choir. It's about time you take control of your own body," Noura said.

Sommer pressed the phone between her ear and shoulder. Her friend and coworker was right. She'd been telling Sommer that for years, but she'd been so repressed she thought she had no other choice but to count on a man to give her mind blowing orgasms. The problem? Most men she'd been with hadn't given her any mind blowing orgasms. No multiple orgasms, no feeling like she was going to die orgasms, nothing. Oh, sometimes a pleasant washing over sort of feeling would happen. But nothing that rocked her world.

"I bought a vibrator online," she confessed in a hushed whisper, not wanting anyone to hear her. Not that anyone was in her office, but talking about it made her uncomfortable. "Ordered it online. It came yesterday."

"So did you come yesterday?" Noura asked.

Sommer giggled. Yes, she had. A few times. She'd been so sensitive down there by the end of her vibrator breaking in session that it had taken her forever just to pee. But she didn't need to share the dirty details. "I did."

"Well, vibrators are great, but you need to find yourself a real man. Some big, strapping guy who'll take you on your desk at work. Someone you don't care about, a delicious man you just want to have sex with. Get a few of those potential orgasms out of your system, only with a warm body versus a battery operated machine."

"Oh, yeah. But just who the heck can I find around here to ravish me on my desk?" Sommer shivered as she remembered a handsome man she'd seen in the elevator a few days ago. Tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair and a nice ass. She'd been unable to look at him straight on, but from what she could tell by her glimpse of his profile he had high cheekbones, perfectly sculpted lips, and beautiful eyes. Dreamy.

Noura snorted, so loudly Sommer had to hold the phone away from her ear. "There's no one at work who would even qualify as Ravish on the Desk material. Please. Although there are probably some interesting prospects in the building. We should go on a hunt some day soon."

"Great. So what do we say when we spot a hunky one? 'Hey, could you come back to my office and have wild monkey sex with me? I'm trying to regain control of my orgasms.'" Sommer giggled again. "I don't think so."

"We're not going to be blatant, Sommer. Come on! But it doesn't hurt to see who's closest to us. You never know. We could find some hot man for you to do in no time."

Sommer thought of Mr. Hot Man in the Elevator and twirled the phone cord around her index finger. He was probably a client of one of the businesses in the building. A one shot deal. She'd most likely never see him again. "I think I'm better off with my vibrator for now."

"A vibrator doesn't have hands, a mouth, or a tongue," Noura said. "A vibrator can only satisfy you for so long."

"Yeah, yeah, tell me about it," Sommer muttered as she started composing an email to a client. Nothing happened. She moved the mouse across the screen. Nothing. Typed furiously on the keyboard. Nada. Crap.

"It's true, you can get vibrated for only so long, and then it's going to become an addiction and no guy will ever be able to satisfy you--"

"Shit!" Sommer banged her fists on her now useless keyboard. "Look, Noura, I gotta go. My computer just died on me again." She disconnected and hit the button that quick-dialed the receptionist. She had a huge project due in two days and she was barely halfway finished. She did not need her computer to fritz out on her now. "Hey, Joanie. You got the number for that IT place on the fourth floor? My computer just died."

"I'll call them for you," Joanie said. "Do you need them to come right away?"

"Definitely. It's an emergency. Thanks." Sommer hung up, then punched the keys on her keyboard to no avail. It was frozen solid, had been freezing on her for the past couple of weeks, but she'd always brushed it off, restarted the computer, and gone on her merry way. That probably wasn't the best way to handle a computer problem, but she never had the time to worry about it, always told herself she'd deal with it later. Big mistake.

Her phone rang and she snatched it up. "A tech is coming down to your office right now. Watch for him."

"Thanks, Joanie. I appreciate it."

While she waited, she decided to go through her stack of mail, something she'd been neglecting as of late. As a junior account executive for a small advertising firm, Sommer had been swamped with various projects the senior executive had dumped on her. She didn't mind. She loved her work and was dedicated. With no boyfriend take up her time, she spent lots of late nights at the office. She figured all this hard work would eventually pay off, so why not put in as much time as she could before life got in the way?

Boring, boring, boring, she thought as she shuffled through the envelopes. If anyone had anything important to say, they sent it via email, and since she couldn't open her email program, she was stuck. Maybe she could grab one of the laptops the advertising team shared and work from that, although her important information was stored on her actual computer. Hopefully, if the global freezing hadn't wiped it out.

She was so stupid for not backing up her files. Very important files, she reminded herself. Suddenly the Garbage song started playing her head. "Stupid Girl--"

A soft knock sounded on her office door and Sommer glanced up. She sucked in a breath, practically choking on the air she inhaled. As if her imagination had conjured him up, there stood the very man she'd been lusting after--the man from the elevator. In the flesh.

Unable to speak, she cleared her throat, coughed, and waved him in.

"You're having trouble with your computer?" he asked.

Aha. He was from the IT company. A computer geek. He blinked at her from behind his glasses and she sucked in too much air yet again. He had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. Long, black lashes surrounded irises that wavered between green and blue. The thin wire rimmed glasses he wore only accentuated their intensity, their masculine beauty. Suddenly hypnotized, she gazed into them.

"Your computer, Miss Daniels?" he asked politely, looking at her as if she'd lost her marbles.

She nodded and sat up straighter in her chair. Trying to be serious and businesslike, when she wanted nothing more but to throw herself at his feet and beg him to touch her. "Yes, it keeps freezing up and shutting itself down. I don't know what's wrong with it."

"Let me take a look at it," he said, walking over to her so he stood next to her chair. "Is it under your desk?"

Sommer looked up at him. The sudden image of him beneath her desk, touching her bare legs, filled her thoughts and she blinked--and tried to banish the naughty thoughts. He smiled at her and just like that, she felt her panties grow wet.

"Your tower. Is it under your desk?" He sounded as if he were talking to an imbecile.

"Oh, yes. Of course it is." She laughed nervously. "I'm sorry. I'm a little slow on the uptake this afternoon. I have a huge deadline at the end of the week and computer problems are the last thing I need right now."

"Well, let me get under there, Miss Daniels, and I'll take a look at it."

Still sitting with her delectable legs crossed and her short skirt hitched up to reveal a lengthy expanse of thigh, Sommer pushed away from the desk.

Ted Maxwell licked his lips in anticipation. He normally wasn't a leg man; he preferred a nice ass to grab hold of and squeeze. But legs like hers demanded attention and imagination. Yes, indeed, he could see himself grabbing her slender ankles, running his hands up her shapely calves to the inside of her thighs, then pushing them open so he could tongue her pussy with long, slow licks...