At the age of forty-four, Blaise Blankenship believes her own opportunity for romance has long since passed until she accidentally lands in the lap of a sexy stranger. She and the handsome Latino connect over an afternoon at a local bookstore, sharing their love of erotica. Blaise is swept away by an impetuous, hot, "no last names" night together. But the morning after reveals a truth she can't ignore—or avoid.
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Rosette (73 pages/15396 words)
Digital ISBN: 978-1-62830-394-0
Blaise sipped her drink, sliding closer to him in the circular booth. He was so big, so warm. Just being near him made her body heat rise. Perspiration bloomed, and her blouse clung to her skin. Her nipples, hard and achy, poked against her bra. A few words penetrated the haze—something about the Hummingbird’s Kiss—but it wasn’t the story line or the whiskey making her woozy. She was getting drunk on the low, sensual timbre of Guy’s voice.
Soon the words blurred into an incomprehensible buzz in her ears. Her breath slowed as she watched his lips move. She pictured herself kissing them, licking the sweetness from them. Lowering her gaze to his hands, she imagined them touching her. He’d skim the pads of his fingers along her torso, fasten those succulent lips of his on her nipple and pull…
Her pussy responded to the fantasy with an answering pull. She shifted slightly to ease the throb between her thighs. Her movement must have distracted him. His gaze flickered from the page to light on her face and his voice trailed off.
Guy nodded to her empty glass. “Another?”
She’d finished it? When had that happened? “No.” Her tongue felt thick.
“Would you like something else, then?” he asked.
Yes. She knew exactly what she wanted. The question was, did she have the guts to ask?
It’s your last chance. Your last adventure before you become the boring old mother of the bride. Take it. Take it!
Gathering her courage, she took the leap. “Yes.” She placed her hand on his thigh. Underneath her fingers, his muscles tensed. His eyebrows lowered, and his gaze sharpened.
“Yes.” She squeezed his thigh. “I want to get a room. Let’s go upstairs.”
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