BOOK 3
SEX, HEAT AND HUNGER: PART 1
He was her addiction; she was his everything…
Emma Everly is ready for her happily ever after. James Shaw doesn’t know happiness. But Emma knows that there is more to the brilliant and sexy millionaire project developer. Yearning to experience the world of pleasure that James is offering her, with no strings and no future, Emma agrees to the parameters of his proposition. No love, just sex —and lots of it. After only one weekend, Emma feels her heart begin to bind to the man, and she knows she needs more, only James’ walls are up and he remains guarded and distant. He’s hiding something. As Emma falls hard and fast into his intoxicating world of sex and passion she fears that her own checkered past and James’ secrets may be what’s keeping their happily ever after just beyond their grasp.
Excerpt
“I like the way you come,” he said sitting back down on the couch and draping my legs over his lap, licking his fingers. His face was flushed while a beading of perspiration glistened on his forehead like a badge of honor. “Little whimpers, cursing and then praying to a higher power as if he had anything to do with your orgasm.” He chuckled softly and then started massaging my feet. “So, am I correct to assume that we are going to wait to sleep together until Saturday after the gala, the whole ‘third-date rule?’ Though, I’d consider this our third date. Can I spend the night?”
Excerpt
“I like the way you come,” he said sitting back down on the couch and draping my legs over his lap, licking his fingers. His face was flushed while a beading of perspiration glistened on his forehead like a badge of honor. “Little whimpers, cursing and then praying to a higher power as if he had anything to do with your orgasm.” He chuckled softly and then started massaging my feet. “So, am I correct to assume that we are going to wait to sleep together until Saturday after the gala, the whole ‘third-date rule?’ Though, I’d consider this our third date. Can I spend the night?”
“I… um, just give me a second to collect myself,” I said out of breath as I flopped an arm over my eyes and tilted my head back against the couch, peeking out to look at him. His wicked grin made me want to jump up, straddle him, and ride his blatant erection until neither of us could form a complete sentence.
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