Make Her Cream

College freshman Candace Jackson was playing a dangerous game. Every sway of her hips, every deliberate flash of skin under the guise of "office attire," was a power move aimed directly at Darryl, her summer supervisor. Those clinging blouses and barely-there skirts weren't accidents; they were weapons. And Darryl, trapped under his desk with a throbbing hard-on and the office's largest account to manage, was losing the battle.

His secret life - the one where he captured the raw, untamed beauty of women on film - made Candace his ultimate prize. He obsessed with the thrill of capturing her, of owning her image, of breaking Daddy's little girl.

The risk was enormous, but the potential reward. . . intoxicating.