Hell yeah, but a change in plans

“Wow Mr. P, I don't think the sex could be like that in these romances,” her doe eyes meet mine unflinchingly as she points to the stack of Harlequins on her night table, “or is it?”

“Lets find out, Angel.” I roll over on her bed ang grab the three small paperbacks. “Take your pick, and I'll look through the others until we find the 'good bits'. Which one do you want?” Alison selects The **** Surrender and I start skimming through Captive at her Enemy's Command, it doesn't take long before I see Alison stop flipping though the pages and start reading intently.

“You find something?” I vaguely remember the heroine of that book is blackmailed by her billionaire boss because she lied on her resume to get her job as the powerful tycoon's personal assistant. Alison seems to particularly identify with the young woman trying to appease the demanding boss.

“Listen, this is when her boss first confronts her about her falsified resume.” She reads a section where the man almost twenty years older than his new secretary pins her against his massive desk in a way that certainly would not pass the "Me too" movement's sense of appropriate interactions. She squirms and protests in his arms as he kisses her and even grabs her ass and unbuttons her blouse and it feels for a bit that the sex might be a little like what she and I just experienced, but just when things were about to get out of hand, they are interrupted by an unexpected visitor. I had to laugh a little at her frustration at the abrupt end to the passionate build-up.

“Yeah, that's pretty typical for these romances, 'all flash and no bang' as my friend Walter would say.” She smiles wryly and I assure her that they will have sex, just not usually the first half of the book. “Keep reading Angel, you'll get to the right place.” I turn my attention back to my book which describes how two rival families competing in the rich oil-lands of western Texas butt heads over and over. Thrown into the mix is the beautiful daughter of one of the Oil Barons returning fresh from college with her Engineering degree who stumbles onto the other family's lands while scouting for likely spots to put in new test wells. The proud young woman is dragged to the estate of the rival family and is handed over into the care of the handsome son of her family's bitter enemy. Like in Alison's book there are a few false starts, but I find the scene where the naïve engineer is seduced by the son of her family's foes.

“Listen to this bit, tell me what you think.” I read how as the kisses deepen the heroine's clothes are shucked until she is wearing nothing but a lacey pair of panties.

“Is she a virgin like the secretary in my book?”

“No, but she's only been with one boyfriend, so she's pretty inexperienced when it comes to men.” We read the section two or three times and I can see that although Alison is clearly turned on by the description of how the young woman ends up on her hands and knees with the rugged oil-man taking her from behind, she seems disappointed by the caring nature of the two lovers. She finds the scene in her book where the innocent secretary is finally loses her cherry. Surprisingly, in this Harlequin, the moment of passion is pretty close to crossing the line between **** and ****. The last words from the young secretary were 'No, please.' but despite that by the time the experienced billionaire was done licking the bucking virgin she seemed eager enough to spread her legs for his cock.

“That was better,” her hands run along my arm when she's done reading the passage to me, “but the first time in his office when he had her pinned to the desk was hotter.”

“Wait here, Angel.” I pat her bare leg softly before climbing to my feet. “I think I have something you might like better.” Five minutes later I return to her bedroom with three books from the stash hidden in my basement.

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When she sees the three books, I see the excitement in my young tenant's eyes, and she licks her lips in anticipation as she reads the excerpts in the first few pages of each book. With a smile I ask her what she thinks.

“Are these are a little bit more like some of your fantasies,” Alison looks up when she hears me and nods shyly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I skip over the whipping parts, they get pretty brutal sometimes,” I warn her, “but other than that I think you're going to like these better than the Harlequins.”

“These books are yours, Mr. P?” I nod with a wry grin and Alison grins back shyly. “Well, I guess we know what a man like you would want from a sweet innocent captive like me, then, don't we.”