Fleet One - FTV Management Company, L.P. | FTV Management Company, L.P.
Attractive unit economics, consolidation trends and market inefficiencies drive opportunities in the payments sector.
When Andy Roberts took over as CEO of Fleet One in 2001, he knew that he was looking at nothing short of a turnaround job. The marketplace for providing cash card services to trucking fleets was growing and evolving, but Fleet One was not.
As a former electronic payments executive, however, Roberts saw a market opening big enough to drive an 18-wheeler through. While the fleet services industry was growing, it remained dominated by providers to large national fleets. This created a significant opportunity to target mid-sized and smaller trucking companies that were being underserved.
In addition, the technological platforms in use by the incumbents were beginning to reach their limits in terms of efficiency and flexibility. This was a key insight, as Roberts grasped that fleet cards could do more than just provide purchase capabilities.
Roberts knew that with the right market focus, the right platform and product suite, and the right management team, he could not only stabilize Fleet One, but position it for aggressive growth. Over the next seven years, Roberts methodically put the pieces for his vision in place – even powering through the economic slowdown following the 9/11 attacks.
By 2008, Fleet One had turned the corner. The company had established a strong brand with robust products and feature sets. It had positive cash flow and was adding additional revenues through the new product and service offerings. More importantly, Roberts's market thesis had been confirmed. The only thing left to do with Fleet One was to scale it up and grow exponentially.
At precisely this point, however, Fleet One's parent company, SunTrust Banks, decided that they would monetize all of the regional bank holding company's non-bank assets. With his vision and his hard work on the line, and the job only half accomplished, Roberts wanted to step up as the buyer, but SunTrust's public company status required a competitive bidding process. When an initial deal with the winning bidder fell through, the door opened for Roberts and the investment firm advising SunTrust on the sale, LLR Partners, to assemble a team of investors and attempt a spin out. But he had to act fast.
After Roberts and LLR Partner Mitchell Hollin discussed their options, one of their first calls went to Richard Garman at FTV Capital.
In Fleet One, Garman saw strong cash flow, strong recurring revenue, and attractive unit economics. He also liked that the company experienced low credit losses. In researching the fleet card market, Garman discovered that many trucking companies in Fleet One's target market segment were still not using card services. This represented an enormous opportunity for growth. As a market leader with a contemporary technology platform, Fleet One was already positioned to capitalize on it. Consequently, FTV decided to join another investment firm, LLR, in funding Fleet One's spin out.
Once again, however, the march of history proved unkind to Roberts's cause. Shortly after Fleet One embarked on its spin out, the financial meltdown of 2008 unfolded – nearly paralyzing the trucking sector.
Immediately, Garman and his FTV colleagues went to work connecting Fleet One with credit facilities to help build and support operations. In addition, Fleet One needed to build an accounting function from scratch, something the company did not need as a subsidiary of a larger corporation. Drawing on FTV's extensive network, the FTV team connected Roberts with Ben Peters, who became Fleet One's CFO.
Perhaps most importantly, Garman and FTV backed Roberts and his team in a number of key strategic choices. Rather than slash their ambitions, Roberts and company remained aggressive about growing.
First, they identified those companies and sub-sectors that were still succeeding in the challenging economic environment and focused their marketing efforts there. They also targeted companies who were paying the most for their legacy services and thus would save the most by switching to Fleet One. Second, Fleet One maintained its pre-meltdown credit standards and policies, which enabled its customers to operate on a "business as usual footing" when other providers tightening standards and limits. Third, Roberts ensured that Fleet One remained appropriately staffed to carry out core business functions, maintain high levels of customer service, and accommodate new growth. Fourth, the company selectively added services that it knew would at least break even. This included launching a new service that would help drivers manage the continuous need for new or different hauling permits as they drove from state to state.
In this case, the answer was yes. Even as the total market shrunk, Fleet One gained share. By 2012, the company was growing quickly – having increased its revenue by 70 percent in the prior two years and tripling its EBITDA. As a result, Fleet One began to garner significant acquisition interest from larger industry players. With more 10 years of toil behind him, and his vision validated, Roberts – along with his investors – believed that the time was right to evaluate offers. Garman and FTV advised Roberts and his team in winnowing down Fleet One's suitors to two. The process that culminated with a sale to Wright Express for $369 million.
I needed partners that I could trust," recalls Roberts. "Someone with a strong understanding of the electronic payments sector. Someone very deeply connected in the financial space. And someone who would be proactive in helping us grow.


No Caymanians or island residents feature on the U.K.'s annual New Year's Honours List for 2019.
The Queen's list, which recognizes the outstanding achievements of people across the U.K., typically includes a handful of names from across the overseas territories.
Former Commissioner of Police David Baines was appointed to the Order of the British Empire in the 2014 list, hearing the news on the same day as he foiled a New Year's Day armed robbery at a George Town jewelry store.
Other well-known honorees in Cayman include Olive Miller, who received the OBE last year for a long list of community service achievements, including helping establish the Pines retirement home, and Dr. Virginia Hobday for her contributions to HospiceCare in 2015.
Going further back, Cayman's national heroes Sybil McLaughlin, Thomas Farrington, Sybil Hylton, Ormond Panton, Desmond Watler and William Conolly received OBEs for their work.
Honors are handed out twice a year – once at New Year and again in June to mark the Queen's birthday – in a British tradition that dates back to the days of Queen Victoria.
The 2019 list, published Friday, does not include any prominent Caymanians among the 1,148 names. A spokesman for the Governor's Office said they were unaware of any Cayman connections on this year's list.
Those honored include British comedian Michael Palin, one of the stars of Monty Python, who was given a knighthood. England football manager Gareth Southgate, who led the national side to a World Cup semifinal spot, was given the OBE, while striker Harry Kane, top scorer in the tournament, received an MBE – Member of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire. Author Philip Pullman and filmmaker Christopher Nolan, who made the Batman trilogy, and Tour de France winner Geraint Thomas were also honored.
The divers involved in the recovery of a youth football team that had become trapped in a cave in Thailand in a rescue effort that captivated the world in July were awarded the George Medal, for gallantry.


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In the Cards, by Lynn LaFleur
Catherine found her fantasy man stepping out of a greeting card…Can love break a curse put on Kane centuries ago, and bring him to her forever, this time?
Love Me Forever, by USA TODAY bestseller, Ari Thatcher
Lovers for one idyllic summer, he said he'd call but never did…
When the laid-back billionaire and the new divorcee meet again by chance, can they rekindle a summer love to last forever?
A Patchwork Romance, by Ann Jacobs
A self-made billionaire, Jared has come home to the Smoky Mountains, looking for an elusive something that's missing from his life…Will he find it in the arms of Althea, a simple country quiltmaker?
Major Pleasure, by Denise A. Agnew
Jemma has always wanted Blayne, but his army career makes her afraid to give her heart…
Will love let her overcome her fear, and commit to forever with the hot Special Forces officer?
Escaping the Past, by L. M. Connolly
His shady past, her present danger, and an international plot bring Jade and GARY together…
Can love thrive as they dodge bullets from New York to Naples and beyond?
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Love Through a Lens, by Lucy Felthouse
On location shooting film together, new graduate, Celine, is drawn to Edward, a British actor 30 years her senior…
Can the inevitable romance between them blossom into love?
A heartwarming original novella, never before published.
Loving a Go-Go, by Anh Leod
Lexie, an heiress, finds her match in fellow boot fetishist, Adrian, who sells shoes in her family's store…
Can a sexy romp during the holidays lead to a lasting relationship between these two?
Cat's Play, by Marilu Mann
In this sexy game of cat's play, a thief and a billionaire make some interesting discoveries about each other...Will they learn things aren't always exactly as they seem?
An excerpt from Love Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse:
Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up the steep incline. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and her lungs screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really, she needed to stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward was already way ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen path were perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn't seem to be slowing him down a jot.
But then, this was the difference between the two of them—or one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list British actor, was also a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds of walks all the time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.
Celine Paterson, however, was a different story altogether. Newly graduated from university, she'd struggled to find filming work in her preferred field—fashion—and so she'd had to cast her net wider. Incredibly wide, as it happened.
With hindsight, it was easy to see why she'd gotten the job with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul. Traipsing around the Peak District wasn't so bad, but add in heavy camera equipment, camping gear, food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone and makeup—for Edward, not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek. The money was poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of Edward's crew. Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a dogsbody?
She'd had no choice. It was this job or nothing. Crap money or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her resumé or no credit at all. She knew she had to start racking the credits and references up soon, if she wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.
So here she was, dragging herself up a heart attack inducing hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the project was interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and ghost stories, that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty funny. Even better, it wasn't raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight worse. She could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she'd heard many times over that they were the absolute worst.
She was still convincing herself that things weren't that bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt halt as she realized there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her head up so fast it made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who was standing a couple of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward face-to-crotch angle. Her already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once, she hoped the fact she was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight breeze that blew was doing nothing to lower her temperature.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his blue-green eyes soft with concern. "I'm so sorry, you must think me incredibly rude. I honestly thought you were right behind me—you being a young thing and all that. It was only when you didn't reply to me or answer any of my questions that I realized I'd inadvertently left you behind."
"I'm all right," Celine replied, her chest heaving as she fought to regulate her breathing and slow down her heart rate while she had the chance. "Just not used to this sort of thing. A walk for me is a stroll by a riverbank, or hitting the shops. I'm sure my fitness level will improve as we continue with the project. Go ahead, if you like. I'll catch up with you… eventually."
Edward shook his head. "No, let's have a rest. I could do with a drink and a snack." Turning, he looked around, then pointed. "Let's head there. It looks as though there's a patch of flattish ground big enough for us both to sit down."
"Okay." She followed him again, but this time only for a few seconds. Edward helped her remove her rucksack—which was almost as big as she was—and then immediately opened it and began removing things. It was only when she saw he'd long since taken out the drinks and snacks that she queried what he was doing.
"I'm taking some of the heavier items out of your bag. If I re-jig things, we'll still fit everything in, but you'll have a lighter load. Would you mind making some tea for us both while I do this?" He indicated the miniature camping stove, metal cups and other tea-making paraphernalia.
"No, of course not," she said. "But there's no need for you to do that. I'm perfectly okay with carrying my share of the weight."
"I know you are. But I'm not. You've enough to put up with on this crazy project. I don't want you getting injured or ill on me—I need you. Not to mention my conscience wouldn't take it." He sat beside her, looked at the large pile he'd made, and began sorting it into their respective rucksacks.
Shaking her head, Celine lit the stove and set about making the hot drinks. "Sugar?"
"Yes, please. Three."
She shot him a look. "Three?"
His eyes glinted with amusement. "Yes, three. What can I say, I like my tea sweet. And while we're on this project I've got a good excuse—I need the energy. You should try it, it's delicious."
Wrinkling her nose, Celine nevertheless added three sugars to each of the mugs of tea. "Here you go." She handed Edward his, then cradled hers, blowing on the liquid until it was cool enough to drink. "So, what did you mean when you said I've enough to put up with?"
Frowning, Edward took a gulp of his tea before replying. "I know this project isn't ideal, Celine, not for you. For me, it's wonderful—the melding together of several of my passions. But for you, it's trekking through often unforgiving countryside with a shed load of gear and filming an old fart going on about big black cats, the ghosts of Roman soldiers and mysterious lights in the sky. And I know your wages aren't very good, either. Believe me, if I could have offered you more, I would have."
Gazing intently at the surface of the tea, she mumbled, "You're not an old fart."
Edward threw his head back and laughed loudly. The joyous sound rang across the lonely hillside for several long moments. Then he said, "But you're not denying any of the rest of it!"
Lucy Felthouse Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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Tempered By Her
Happy Book Birthday to Lynn Burke and
Tempered by Her!
Risso Family #4
By: Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Keywords: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, BDSM, Light Bondage
Zane Risso, a Dominant unyielding in his desires, is haunted by the one woman he wants and can't have, vanilla goodie-two-shoes Raquel Hawkins. He knows the only way to flush her from his system is to seduce her and move on, because surrendering the kink club addiction he enjoys is not a demand he'll accept. From any woman.
Raquel Hawkins has never known temptation like the blue-eyed Italian god who seems fond of whispering naughty things in her ear during office hours. He's bad news—sin personified—and although she continues to deny him, her body's responses to his sensual words just might buy her a one-way ticket to hell.
From their first kiss, Zane's determination to overcome her Pollyanna principles threatens his lifestyle. For Raquel, giving in to temptation would doubtless leave her heart a shredded mess—and unlock sordid secrets best left in the dark.
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I found Raquel kneeling in the center of my bed, hands on her lap, head bowed, her high heels placed side by side on the floor at the bed's foot. She hadn't obeyed my first command, but fuck me, I didn't give a shit.
I'd planned on taking her over my knee and reddening every inch of her ass and thighs, but seeing her in such a submissive pose in the middle of my bed had me drooling for a taste. "Take off your blouse."
She started at my voice, but lifted shaking hands to do as told. With each button slipped free, my arousal returned, and the blue silk sliding off her bare shoulders and revealing a see-through white lace bra and puckered rosy nipples brought a groan to my lips.
"Lay back." I strode forward as she straightened her legs and complied, the sounds of her quickened breaths heating my blood.
Fuckin' Raquel Hawkins, sweet innocent, was on my bed, the darkness beneath her knee-length skirt sending my saliva glands into hyper-drive. I slipped leather ties around her wrists and tied her tight to my headboard. She chewed on her lower lip, chest rising and falling enough to make me think she might call out her safe word, but she kept silent.
I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed, pushing up her pencil skirt with agonizing slowness over nylon-clad legs while settling on my haunches between them.
Thigh highs. I swallowed. Fuckin'A.
A sweep of my thumbs from inner to outer thighs, and she lifted her ass, allowing me to push the skirt to her waist. So much for my assumption about granny panties. White lace matching her bra and a scrap of silk hid her virgin curls from me. I leaned down, breathing in the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. "I'm going to taste you, Raquel."
She gasped, her hands flexing in their restraints.
"You're not allowed to come until I tell you to."
I reached up and pinched her nipple, earning another gasp, a groan of pleasure on its heels as she writhed on the bed. "The proper response would be, yes, Sir."
She licked her lips again and whispered, "Yes, Sir."
"Yes, Sir, what?"
"I won't come until you tell me to."
About Lynn Burke
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Familly Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston's North End.
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The top five things I learned from Coming Attractions by Rosie Vanyon (@rvanyon)
1. Never say never.
2. Where there's a scar, there's a story.
3. All that glitters isn't lost treasure.
4. A lot can happen in seventeen seconds.
5. Naked is the new black.
During a freak summer storm, screenwriter and heiress, Cara Kelly and movie producer, Levi Callister are marooned alone for days in a mansion used as the set for an erotic film series.
When Levi discovers Cara sleeping naked in one of the sensuously themed rooms, the two embark on a collision course that can only end up in flagrante.
Cara is a nomadic loner, too afraid to commit to family, a home—or even a potted begonia.
Levi is a player—a womanizer and entrepreneur. He needs a lot of money, fast.
So, when sparks fly between the unlikely pair both in and outside of the various sexily-decorated bedrooms, Cara can't help wondering if Levi's insatiable interest in her is real—or if it's just her missing inheritance he's chasing.
She was practically naked—the last pastel pink scrap of lace hid nothing. He could see, touch, taste everything. And yet there was something incredibly intimate and romantic about the slide of his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, the slow drift of lace and fingertips over her thighs, the feel of his breath against her center.
She was desperately aroused, screamingly eager, wet and hot and throbbing for him. Her clit was puckered tight and the muscles inside her were clenched with anticipation.
He let her panties slither to her ankles, clasped the cheeks of her butt, and pressed his scorching mouth hard and without warning against her wet sex. His lips were apart and he sucked her inside his mouth—the whole plump folded core of her—and his tongue probed unerringly to her clitoris. The feel of his mouth was the most incredible pressure she had ever experienced. The fast, sure flicking of his tongue inside the full suckling of his lips almost drove her out of her mind. She had not known there was pleasure like this to be had.
Her whole body was flushed with longing, her breath was growing irregular, and her pulse was breakdancing all over the place. She could feel the tantalizing edges of orgasm fluttering around the limits of her excitement. But she needed more. Something to tip her over that exquisite, elusive precipice.
"More..." she gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he pressed his face between her thighs, maintaining her pleasure. But even as she begged, she had no idea how he could deliver what she needed. His ministrations were already utterly and deliciously absorbing.
She clung to him, a single drop of perspiration trickling between her engorged breasts as she gasped her need.
"Please…" The word was thin and strangled. She wasn't even sure what she was asking for.
He slid his right hand from her buttocks around her hip and across her thigh. With nothing more than a gesture, he commanded her thighs apart and, lost in a maelstrom of lust, she mindlessly acquiesced. She felt utterly wanton standing before this man, legs spread while he thrilled her with his talented mouth, his hand stroking relentlessly up and down her thighs.
His fingers traveled lightly, teasingly, sometimes grazing the trimmed hair at her center, occasionally brushing the fleshy entrance to her feminine core.
She could barely catch her breath now and she felt dizzy. Her throat was clamped shut and the razzle-dazzle of dancing lights behind her eyelids told her she was close to losing consciousness. She was no longer holding his shoulders for balance and encouragement. Instead, her fingers dug into his skin for support, and as a desperate plea for him to take her where she needed to go.
"Please, Levi, please..."
He didn't hesitate. On the next upstroke between her thighs, he drove his finger deep into her sex. Plunging the digit once, twice, thrice into her soaked and scorching channel.
And then she flew apart. The orgasm rocketed through her like a searing star shower. There was no room for thought. Her release was pure sensation, so intense it was almost painful, so complete it was practically spiritual. The spasms rocked the depths of her very being and even as they began to subside, she knew what Levi had given her was a gift both precious and rare, and that the experience had changed her so profoundly there was no return.
Gently, lovingly, he helped her to the bed, easing her quaking body down on the silken covers, sliding beside her and gathering her in his arms. Slowly, as though from far, far away, she came back to herself. First she noticed the warmth of his body in the cool air of the room, the scuff his body hair against her smooth skin, the soothing glide of his fingertips over her quivering arm and her hip. His heartbeat beneath her ear was a perfect counterpoint to the rain thrumming against the window. His breath tasted faintly of mint and wine and her own musk. Her breathing slowed to match his lungs' steady rhythm and her trembling began to abate.
"You look beautiful there," he murmured against her hair. "Your golden hair spread all across the bed, your skin glowing, your lips swollen..."
His hands emphasized his words, stroking her body more intently as he spoke. Of their own volition, her fingers followed suit, trailing over his skin, mindlessly exploring the bulges and hollows of his body. He shivered when her short fingernails skimmed his nipple, gasped when she trailed her index finger down his hip toward the waistband of his briefs.
There was no mistaking his arousal. The thick length of him spasmed every time her hand drew close, and there was a tell-tale spot of dampness near the tip. Enjoying his responses, she teasingly drew her fingers around his belly and down the edges of his jutting hipbones, across the elastic of his underwear and up and down the arrow of hair between his navel and the stretch of blue fabric. He hissed and growled and squirmed under her ministrations.
"You are going to drive me completely insane," he ground out, but he made no move to hurry her or change her agenda. She could see the pulse leaping at his throat, the desperate bob of his Adam's apple, the sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.
She smiled saccharine sweetly at him and deliberately brushed her hand over the bulge in his pants.
"Really?" Cara said. She did it again. "I'm so sorry..."
"Funny, Cara, you don't sound very sorry."
Was he actually panting?
She quirked an eyebrow, her gaze all delighted mischief. "It's hard to be sorry when there's this tempting package right in front of me, just begging to be unwrapped."
"If you'd like to unwrap it, Cara, be my guest."
"Oh, I'll unwrap it all right, but I like to open my presents in my own sweet time. I enjoy prolonging the anticipation."
She scuttled up his body and swallowed his groan in her mouth from her position beside him. The taste of him was complex and addictive. His lips were clever and intuitive. His tongue was thorough and tempting. Cara felt as though she could stay here, kissing like this, lost in Levi forever
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In between writing romantic stories, Rosie Vanyon is building a house on a hillside with stunning mountain views in her childhood home, Tasmania. She's looking forward to sharing her dream house with her high-maintenance dog and a couple of naughty-but-smoochy cats. She has a Creative Arts degree and a grown-up job in financial services. Rosie has been a writer and editor in fields as diverse as motoring, travel and tax. She is relieved and elated to (once again) let loose her 'romance author' alter-ego. At last, she is following her heart.
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Rule Breaker by Lily Harlem - OUT NOW
Rule Breaker, a dark erotic romance novel by Lily Harlem, is out now from Totally Bound and all other good ebook retailers Amazon Amazon UK ARe Kobo B&N Sony ibooks .
Locks, keys and prison bars can't contain a love that's meant to roam wild and free, but when that love is let loose, will Lacey be able to handle what's heading her way?
Rules are meant to protect the innocent and keep danger at bay—except for me. The lines blur, and it all started when I met the ultimate bad boy. But is he? Miller Davenport might be big, bad and brimming with sin but he's confessed his crimes and for ten years he's served his time and walked the line.
Everyone deserves a second chance, right? And as his nurse—the one person who understands him—I can't help but count the days till we can be together properly, without guards watching over us and without every look and word we share censored.
When that day comes, though, will our desire for each other explode and take me to the new heights he's promised? And if so, how will I survive such intensity?
One thing is for sure. With Miller I'll be whisked up in a whirlwind of his dark energy and a tornado of his lust, and likely taken to the very edge of what I can handle. I can't help a few nerves, though, as release day approaches, because if it all comes crashing down, who can I depend on when I've ridden into the sunset with a man who's broken all the rules? Will I be saved or will I have pushed everyone and everything too far?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of exhibitionism, anal play and light restraint.
"Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I'll just go with the first one they show me. Fuck it, it's a cake shop. They'll all be bloody nice." He glanced at Miller then back to me. "Do you mind if I make a call while you—?"
"Not at all, go ahead." I waved him to the seat. "This is my last time with Miller anyway, so I'm sure he'll behave."
Miller's jaw was tense. His eyebrows drew low and a small muscle flexed in his cheek.
Barry pulled out his phone and, without glancing at me again, dropped his bulk into the chair—the legs scraped on the hard floor. He started scrolling over the screen.
"Come on," I said to Miller.
He followed me into the clinical room.
I walked up to the counter and reached for my tray of equipment.
"Lacey."
I startled. He was right behind me.
He set his hands on the work surface, one either side of my body, trapping me against it with his torso.
"What?" I whispered, glancing at the door, my head brushing his.
"Tomorrow," he murmured, his mouth right against my ear.
A thrill and a chill went through me as my neck and scalp tingled and tightened at his nearness.
"What about it?" I placed my right hand over his, cupping his hard knuckles. It was a bold move, but touching him was what I craved—I couldn't help myself.
I heard him pull in a breath. "Meet me."
"Anywhere you fucking want. Just be there." He paused and pushed a little harder against me.
His groin, the outline of his cock, semi-hard, nestled against the crack of my buttocks. Lust blazed through my veins. Damn it, tomorrow was too long to wait.
But we had to.
"There's a pub, round the corner from here," I said. "The Cow and Slipper."
He turned his hand and gripped my forearm. His fingertips pressed over my pulse points, his fingers were big and dark against the delicate veiny underside of my wrist.
"I'll be there at noon," he said.
"So will I."
"Thank you." He pressed his cheek against my ear. The weight of his head was heavy against mine.
I leaned into him. The daring, risky move heightened all of my senses. His chest against my shoulders, his breath on my cheek and his stubble against my temple. And damn, his body shoved into mine, his cock pushing through clothes against my arse. I wanted it. All of it.
"We'll take it slow," he whispered. "Get to know each other without a boss watching over us. Speak freely about what we want. I'm not in it for a lay. What we have is special. I'm doing this because I want you—always have, from the first time I saw you." He paused. "But you know that."
I swallowed and turned. I did know that.
He released my wrist.
I looked up at him. This was the closest we'd ever been. I was surrounded by him, wrapped up in him. It was where I wanted to be.
He leaned a little closer and his chest brushed against mine.
My nipples drew into pinched peaks, scraping against the inner cups of my bra.
"I thought of you last night," he said. He lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. The small hard patches of skin, from where he banged weights, scratched against my flesh.
"What did you think?" I asked, my hands hovering. I wanted to touch him but didn't dare, for fear that I wouldn't be able to stop.
I glanced at the door again.
"Shh, it's okay. I can still hear him talking," he said.
"Maybe you should tell me tomorrow, when we don't have to rush." My heart was racing, adrenaline swamping my system. The thought of Barry catching us like this had me on a knife's edge, but I couldn't push Miller away. Barry had been instructed to behave like Miller might be a danger to me, yet I'd never felt safer than at this moment with Miller's full attention—with Miller, big, bad now-tamed Miller, looming over me.
I knew what he was, what he was capable of, but he'd been reformed. He was being let out. The judge, the crown, had decided he'd paid for his crimes and he was no longer a danger to society.
Which meant he wasn't a danger to me.
"I'll tell you tomorrow then," he said, lowering his head. "If that's what you want."
I stared into his dark eyes, at the way his lashes pointed slightly downward. They weren't curled, and he had a tiny freckle like a teardrop under his left eye. I hadn't noticed that before. Hadn't been close enough.
"I'll look after you, hen," he whispered. "Don't ever be afraid of me. I'm not violent. I'm a good man now. I'll be your good man for as long as you'll have me. I promise. I won't hurt you."
"I'm not…scared, that is."
"Good." He leaned closer still. I looked at his lips. I could see every tiny dent and crease on them, his top one was thinner than the bottom and with stubble peppered right up to the outline.
Fuck, is he going to kiss me?
We couldn't.
Not now.
"No," I mouthed.
He pressed his closed lips to mine. They were dry, yet soft. He held my head in both of his hands and pushed his hard body forward, trapping me against the counter.
I whimpered and clung to his forearms. Terror and desire warred within me. I'd lose my job. He could lose his good-behavior privilege and be held for the remainder of his sentence.
It was the most reckless kiss I'd ever experienced, yet also the gentlest, sweetest connection I could ever remember.
He pulled back.
I opened my eyes.
His were still shut.
He furled his tongue over his bottom lip, as though tasting me there.
"Jesus," he said quietly. "How the hell am I going to get through this last night without you?"
"Stop." I rested my hands on his chest and pushed. "Please, save this for tomorrow." Again I threw a glance at the door.
"Okay." He opened his eyes, released me and stepped back. He held up his palms as if surrendering. "This last bit is the hardest though. I guess it's like running a marathon. It's all shit but the last mile? The last hundred yards? That's what really gets you here." He banged his chest. "It's the shitiest bit."
"I suppose." I rubbed the tip of my index finger on my lips, reliving the sensation of his mouth on mine.
"Fucking genius you are, Lacey," Barry said, walking in.
A flash of surprise went over Miller's face.
Alarm must have crossed mine too.
Neither of us had heard him finish his conversation or been aware of him approaching the clinical room.
Bloody hell. If he'd come in ten seconds ago…no, make that five seconds ago.
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Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
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Titirangi Beach Hall, 1 Aydon Road, Titirangi
General Admission: $20.00
Against the backdrop of his fine guitar playing, John Egenes pulls together musical styles from his background as a studio session player and road musician and plugs them into a mix all his own.
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