CFO

The rabbit doesn’t make me jump. My fingers don’t provide the ultimate thumbs up experience. And no man can, that’s for sure.

I’m unorgasamable. It’s in the dictionary, right next to my picture. I’ve lost hope even trying.

And to make matters worse, now everybody knows thanks to my not so little slip up.

And everyone includes him…our new CFO, Carson Cash.

I thought CFO meant Can’t F’in Orgasm. He tells me it means Cupcake’s Forever Orgasmic, as in he's going to eat me for desert while he has me seeing stars over and over and over again as he shoots me into the stratosphere. He’s 100% confident he’s going to turn my broken down sex life into a multi-orgasmic machine.

My mom always said, “Don’t fish off the company pier,” but he’s no red herring, and I’m not the one fishing. He’s a shark and and he's circling, but when he gives me a naked call should I exercise my option and let him straddle my butterfly spread?

He’s got me wanting to pivot tables left and right in his office, so we can merge each and every cell, but will he be just another crash or have I finally met the only man who truly knows how to excel?

*CFO is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.