I’ve got enough of Hot, Rich and Dominant 2: Learning Curve written to share a little excerpt with you for this week’s Sunday Snog – let me know what you think! Feedback makes me write faster.
As soon as I’d closed the door behind me, he stepped in close and pressed me back against it. Lightheaded from desire, I inhaled the subtle scent of his cologne and the man underneath, tilting my head up for his kiss.
He took a slow, lingering taste of my lips, then sighed against my ear, cupping my breast in his hand and teasing the nipple to hardness through the fabric of my dress. “I must be a masochist – suggesting we go out to dinner when I can barely control myself around you.”
As he pressed harder against me, I moaned at the feel of his erection against my abdomen. “We could skip dinner…”
“Are you wet for me, Eleanor?” he growled, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I nodded, my cheeks on fire, and widened my stance instinctively, giving him access to check for himself. He rubbed me through the fabric of my panties and I clutched his shoulders, burying my face against his suit jacket to hide the intensity of my reaction. Pleasure rushed through my pussy as he teased my clit with a touch so light, it was barely there. My thong, already damp with arousal, became soaked within a minute, and my knees shook with the effort to remain standing.
“I don’t think you need to wear these to dinner, do you?”
Was he seriously suggesting I go out in public wearing a short dress and no panties? I was so wet that I felt as if my juices might start rolling down the insides of my thighs if things got any more intense.
I raised my head to protest that yes, I needed my underwear. The words died on my lips at the lust and amusement in his expression. It was a look that could have sent any woman with inclinations towards men swooning, and I didn’t even bother to play it cool. He’d already seen me writhing and moaning in his lap – to act as if I wasn’t his for the taking now would be a little redundant, especially since his fingers were just a thin layer of cloth away from plunging into my saturated pussy.
I kissed him, pulling his head down to mine and taking control. His breath caught, and if I hadn’t been so busy flicking my tongue out to taste his, I would have grinned at his startled reaction. Evidently, he was used to rationing kisses the way he saw fit. Well, if he wanted to take control back, let him – I’d enjoy every second of it.
The book will be released by the end of the month – watch this space!