Title: Vicious Glamour
Author: Maggie Marr
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2018
Cover Designer: Clarissa Yeo
Kiley Kepner, the perennial bad girl of Hollywood, finally meets the men that can tame her, but will she get her happily ever after?
Maggie Marr is the USA Today Best-Selling author of over 20 hot contemporary romances. She got her start in Hollywood pushing the mail cart and eventually became an motion picture literary agent. You can find her at all the usual spots like FB, Twitter, and Pinterest or at www.maggiemarr.net She is a pop culture addict and when she isn’t writing or reading you can find her binge-watching her favorite shows. You can always email her at [email protected]
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Title: Runaway Girl
Author: Tessa Bailey
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2018
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Itâs Naomi Clemonsâs big day. Her dream wedding. And sheâs outta here.
One moment. A chance meeting of gazes through the church window pane with someone familiar who radiates intrigue. Independence. Itâs the final push Naomi needs to realize...sheâs boring. A blonde, cookie cutter, well mannered trophy wife-to-be. How can she expect to lead a fulfilling married life when sheâs never lived?
Special Forces diver Jason Bristow needs a beauty pageant coach. Not for himselfâalthough the tattooed bruiser could definitely use some charm. For his little sister who he has returned to St. Augustine, Florida to raise. When a beautiful southern debutante lands on his doorstep, she awakens a hunger that wonât be ignored. If only she wasnât planning on winning back the ex-fiancé she left at the altarâ¦
Despite the potential for ruin, heat continues to build between Naomi and Jason beneath the sultry Florida sunshine, consuming them both. But theyâre on borrowed timeâ¦and itâs about to run out.
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.
Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of ten years and six-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.
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Title: Desolate
Series: Grace Trilogy #1
Author: Autumn Grey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2018
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There are angels and demons at war inside my head. I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary and finally answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadnât counted in the equation was her. Grace Miller. The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my breath with just a look. Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly, my ruin. Now Iâm standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose sides when it means losing a part of who I am?
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âCan I ask you something? Itâs totally fine to say no.â She adds the last part quickly. She smiles and looks at the spot over my shoulder, her fingers tapping a quick beat on the table. She looks vulnerable, her eyes wide, allowing me to see how nervous she is. I mean, how can I say no to her?
âSure.â I settle back on the seat and stretch my arms along the back of it.
âCan I . . . can I kiss you?â Her eyes snap back to mine, and she hurriedly adds, âI know youâre heading to Boston in a few weeks andââ She sucks in a deep breath. âI really want to kiss you. I promise I wonât try to do anything else. Just kiss you.â
Holy. Shit.
I take a deep breath, letting her words sink in, and realize Iâm breathing faster than normal. My gaze falls on her mouth, and I literally stop breathing because that mouth, God help me. Itâs like a gateway to a whole new galaxy where secrets and wishes are waiting to be unveiled.
I need to kiss her. I want to discover the universe beyond those full lips. Iâve been fighting the need to kiss her since I walked inside the diner and saw her wiping down the counter. But my brain is telling me itâs a bad idea and kissing her will irrevocably change me. Change my life. I know I wonât be able to come back from that. But the other part of me, the part that has a hopeless, desperate crush on this girl, just wants to drag her onto my lap and let her do whatever she wants.
âItâs getting late. We should probably lock up and leave,â she says in a small voice when I take too long to reply. She pushes her hair back before standing up and starting to stack our plates together. Her gaze meets mine briefly. âLook, Iâm sorry I made this awkward. Itâs not fair to youââ
I reach out, curling a finger through the belt loops on her jean shorts, and tug. But she doesnât move toward me. Instead, her grip around the plates grows tighter, and she turns to leave.
âGracie.â I tighten my hold, forcing her to set everything back on the table and look at me. âCome here.â
I pull her close while placing my other hand on her hip. Then, I slide both hands in the back pockets of her shorts, pulling her closer until all I can see is her face and her lipsâso close to mine.
Her chest rises and falls quicker than before, and I realize mineâs doing the same. We stare at each other. I wonder if she regrets asking to kiss me. That thought makes my chest ache. Right now, in this moment, with my face inches away from her boobs, Iâd do anything for a chance to know what she tastes like. My fingers skim along her arm and bury themselves in her hair. She trembles against me, so I know she wants this as much as I do.
Earlier today after leaving work, I drove home. My mind was preoccupied, and I was restless, so after taking a shower, I got into my car. And somehow, I found myself parking the truck outside the diner. Maybe this is why I came here; I donât know. But I really want to find out.
âDo it.â My voice is a whisper. Iâm almost breathless with want. I want to yank her down and kiss her myself, but she looks like sheâs about to flee. So I let her come to me. âKiss me.â
She sinks her teeth in her bottom lip as she comes closer. Iâm glad Iâm sitting down because my knees are shaking with anticipation. Then her lips touch mine, her eyes on me the whole time. Need has my fingers tightening in her hair as she presses her lips more firmly to mine. Her tongue peeks out, running along the seam of my lips. I groan and shift on the seat to ease the discomfort in my pants. My mouth opens, and the second her tongue touches mine, my body rattles with a shiver. This moment feels sacred. Like a blessing. It feels blasphemous and holy all at once. It scares me.
Tugging her into my lap, I fist her hair in my hands as I incline her hear further, fusing our lips together more firmly. But our noses are in the way, and we have to find the right angle to stop bumping into each other. Itâs frustrating at first because I want her lips on mine and her breath mingling with my breath. Our heads finally slant in the right positions, and our lips fit perfectly. We both exhale in relief and groan at the contact.
Something in me breaks loose. Suddenly Iâm pulling at her hair frantically, and my kisses become hungry and aggressive. Iâm trembling and desperate and all I can think is Iâve never felt anything like this before, and I donât ever want to stop or let her go. I donât need to wonder if sheâs enjoying this kiss too. Her hands fisted in my hair, yanking me closer and closer are all the answers I need. Sheâs pressing her chest into mine, and I swear I can feel her heart hammering. Neither one of us wants it to end.
We break apart and gulp for air, and my hands leave her hair, greedy to explore other parts of her, but they end up on her hips, pulling her further into me.
âMore,â I beg, because right now, thatâs all I can do.
Beg like my life depends on it. At this point, I feel like Iâm about to go up in flames.
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Autumn Grey writes sexy, angsty contemporary romance that always ends with a happy ever after. She loves reading stories with flawed and quirky characters, broody alphas and sassy heroines.
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Title: How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
Series: Chick Flick Club #1
Author: Lila Monroe
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 24, 2018
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The only thing more hilarious than the movies is⦠real life?! Fall in love with the hot new romantic comedy series from USA Today bestselling author, Lila Monroe!
Stylist Gemma Jones is competing for a once-in-a-lifetime promotion. All she has to do is take some fashion-backward guy from geek to GQ-worthy. The only problem? The man in question is her hairy manwhore of a next-door neighbor. AKA Bigfoot.
Zach Morrison has zero interest in being Gemmaâs makeover mannequin. Sure, itâs fun getting his smart-mouthed neighbor all riled up, but after cashing out of his tech start-up and going through an ugly break-up, heâs taking a permanent vacation. If he wants to wear sweatpants and sleep on a mattress in the corner of an empty apartmentâ
OK. Maybe he needs a little push in the right direction. But as Gemma races the clock to win her bet, she finds that Bigfootâs been hiding a few things under his baggy flannel shirts. Like abs of steel, and a surprisingly big...
Heart. He has a big heart.
Soon, sparks are flying between this unlikely couple, but can Zach embrace a fresh start - however manscaped it might be? And will Gemma beat out her fashionista rival for the top spot - and keep the truth about their bet from Zach?
Find out in the hot and hilarious new romance from âthe reigning queen of rom-comâ, USA Today bestselling author Lila Monroe.
The Chick Flick Club series:
1. How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
2. Youâve Got Male (Jan 2019)
3. Frisky Business (May 2019)
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Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first serial, The Billionaire Bargain, in 2015. She weaves sex, humor and romance into tales about hard-headed men and the strong and sassy women who try to tame... love... tame them.
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Title: Delivering History
Series: Freehope #4
Author: Jenni M Rose
Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2018
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Pregnant with her sisterâs baby, her love-life isnât even on the radar.
Just when Alexa Walker has given up on finding her happy-ever-after to focus on her career as the Bad Girl of Sweets, in walks Dylan James, steaming cup of coffee in his outstretched hand. Alex has never been the nice sister.
Sheâs the snarky one. The skeptic. Unapproachable.
Thatâs probably why everyone was so surprised when she offered to carry a baby for her sister, Beth. Making up for a decade-long feud is bound to take some sacrifices and after finally burying the hatchet, Alex is ready to put her best sisterly foot forward.
Upper crust, old Boston money, and part of the infamous Boston Billionaires Club, Dylan doesnât have a lot of free time and he definitely doesnât have time to hang around a coffee shop thatâs not even in his neighborhood, waiting for the Bad Girl of Sweets to deliver her weekly confections. He doesnât have time until he sees her and knows he needs to make the time. Sheâs fiery and fierce, witty and bright, and that was only their first introduction. Suddenly, chocolate croissants arenât all Dylanâs craving.
Dylan isnât exactly sure what heâs getting into with Lexi Walker, his Bad Girl of Sweets, but he knows heâll take her any way he can get her. Pregnant with someone elseâs baby or not.
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âBetter get this in while you can. In a few months, Iâll be like a keg with legs.â
Lexi was not a big woman to begin with. Not much more than five feet tall, he wasnât sure how sheâd carry a baby without looking like a keg with legs.
He liked her enough that he wanted to be around to see it.
âWhen it comes time, Iâll just roll you down the hall,â he joked.
She nipped his jaw, catching a bit of flesh, making him hiss. âWomen donât like jokes about their weight.â
âYou did.â
âThatâs different.â
Noted, he thought dryly.
âMy apologies,â he offered. âBut the fact remains. Iâll take you any way I can get you, Lex. Pregnant, not pregnant, doesnât matter. I just want you.â He settled her on the bed, laying her down and working on the buckle of her heels. âIâll still want to slide these shoes off your feet.â He dropped one to the floor and then the other. âIâll still want to peel these pants, that do amazing things for your ass, by the way, off to see whatâs underneath.â He did just that, revealing her short, toned legs, and discarded them with her shoes. âIâll still want to take this off,â he whispered, tugging her sweater until she let him pull it over her head, âand spread your hair out behind you on the bed.â
God, when he looked down at her, all spread out like that, he knew he was a goner. She was smiling up at him, her black hair spread out like an ink puddle underneath her head. Even her bra and panties were black, the bra having no straps, just a band across her chest.
The underwear were no more than a scrap of fabric.
âYou just going to stand there looking at me all night?â she asked, lifting her foot to run a toe across his chest.
âI could,â he admitted, his eyes glued to her stomach. There was a deep, red mark across her middle, where her pants had dug into her skin, too tight for the tiny, burgeoning baby bump she sported. It nearly took his breath away, the significance of what her body was doing. He spread his fingers across her belly, the little protrusion hard under his hand. âDonât wear those pants anymore,â he said quietly. âTheyâre hurting you.â
âFashion is pain,â she joked.
âIâm serious, Lex.â He crawled over her, placing a kiss on the soft skin of her stomach. She even smelled sweet there, like sugar and comfort. âNo more of this.â He ran his fingers along the indent and then met her eyes. âNo more.â
She wrapped a leg around him, the silky skin of her thigh against his side.
âI canât go home without pants on, Dylan,â she reasoned. âBut yeah, I wonât wear those ones anymore. Too fat for that.â
âNot fat,â he argued, his hand splayed across the bump. Too amazing, he thought.
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Jenni M Rose is a sometimes writer with an all the time imagination.
Jenni can usually be found at the grocery store or driving her kids from place to place. More often than not, she can be seen typing away in the waiting rooms of local gymnastics gyms or dance studios.
Married mom, business owner, writer, taxi driver, accidental chicken lady.
Jenniâs hobbies, aside from writing, include: weeping to the latest episode of This is Us, scouring Amazon for her latest read, and perusing Pinterest for projects she has no intention of doing.
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Carter's been crazy about Nina since the first time he saw her roll her emerald eyes, but his fratastic reputation landed him in the friend zone before he even had a chance to say, "How youdoin'?" So when Nina suggests they become friends with benefits, he can't believe his luck. After all, once he's gotten in her pants, winning her heart should be easy... right? **This is a full-length, standalone romance novel with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a must-read HEA. Manda's 5 Star Review
This was my first book by this author but definitely wont be my last. I really enjoyed this book. The story was engaging and keeps you turning the pages. I like the speed of the story and it had the perfect amount of drama that has you falling head first into it. Carter and Nina are fantastic characters. I liked them separately but loved them together. They have great chemistry throughout the story and I liked the development of their characters. I also really liked the supporting characters in the story so I will be reading the first book. I look forward to reading more by this author!!
Title: Our Final Tale
Series: Iron Fury MC #6
Author: Bella Jewel
Genre: Romance
Release Date: September 24, 2018
Blurb
SLATER
For over a decade I searched for her.
She disappeared a long time ago.
But I never gave up.
Seeing her again, it was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long.
Clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her again.
If I found her again.
It was always a big if.
But I wasnât going to rest until I got answers, alive or dead, I would find her.
I needed to know what happened to the girl who took my heart when we were younger, and kept it for well over a decade.
She owns every single piece of who I am.
Nobody else has ever come close.
And now Iâve found her.
And sheâs lookinâ at me like she doesnât know who I am.
Like I wasnât her first kiss.
Her first boyfriend.
Her first love.
Her first heartbreak.
The man who took her innocence.
The man who destroyed her, and caused her to run.
The man who spent ten years trying to find her, because of one pathetic, pitiful mistake.
I ruined her.
And now she has no idea who I am.
Not a single damned clue.
ELLIE
I donât know who he is.
And yet something about him seems strangely familiar.
I know nothing of who I am.
All my memories are like hazy nightmares. I donât know which ones are real and which ones are fake.
I donât even know my own name. I donât know anything about my past.
I only know that for the last ten years, Iâve been Raven.
Only that isnât my real name.
But thatâs what he called me.
The monster who owned me.
The monster disguised as a saint.
A monster I finally escaped.
And now thereâs him.
Slater.
A man who claims to have spent the last decade searching for me.
His Ellie.
He claims Iâm the love of his life.
Heâs desperate for me to remember him.
But I donât.
Even though when I look into his eyes, I feel strangely at home.
Like heâs the missing piece of who I am.
But can I trust him?
Can I trust the man who claims to love me, and yet is telling me heâs the reason for my hell?
Who is telling me, it is him, who destroyed me.
Is he a bigger monster than the one I just escaped from?
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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. Sheâs been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hellâs Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.
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Title: Through the Mist
Author: Cece Ferrell
Release Date: October 24, 2018
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Iâm living with a ghost.
Iâm in a place I never thought Iâd be: adrift in a sea of confusion and unfulfilled dreams. My life, my career, my marriage.
When my husband, Dan, asks me to join him on an island for an extended work project, I hope it will be enough to salvage our relationship.
So I go. Then Dan gets pulled away for his job, and I'm left alone in this unfamiliar place.
Before I even realize itâs happening, Iâm falling in love with this island and pulled in by the magnetism of a century-old spirit.
The longer Iâm on the island, the less my life resembles the one I lived before. When the time comes for me to leave, will I be able to? Or will my bond with a dead man keep me tied to the island?
When she's not writing, Cece can be found reading voraciously, hanging at the park or beach with her family, having get-together's with friends, or binge watching shows on Netflix with her husband.
Cece loves: words, especially of the four letter variety, snark, tea, all things crafty, and flawed characters that love passionately. She is a sucker for a great smile and thinks there is almost nothing better in the world than dessert.
Cece resides in Southern California with her husband and two little girls who constantly keep her on her toes.
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Title: Craving Dragonflies
Series: Chasing Butterflies #4
Author: Terri E. Laine
Genre: New Adult/College Sports Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018
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One of us is innocent and the other far from it.
College senior Willow Young has two goals this year: to graduate and lose her v-card. The first seems easy and the second almost impossible. Guys donât notice her when Celeste, her roommate and step-sister, is considered the hottest girl on campus. When Ashton Westborough, a gorgeous football player, comes to her rescue in more ways than one, she stupidly falls hard for him even though the walls to his heart are impenetrable.
When they end up in his room... his bed, he is powerless to stop what happens next.
Ashton has no intention of playing professional football after graduation no matter how good he is. Though he has no idea where the future will lead him, anywhere is better than the shitty childhood he endured. One thing he knows for sure is that heâs done with love. The idea of using mindless sex to forget the past may be the best idea. When Willow and her mass of sunlit curls repeatedly find their way in his tortured thoughts, he vows not to let his darkness consume her. After one sizzling night together, heâs the one surprised to find himself unable to let go.
Terri E. Laine, USA Today bestselling author, left a lucrative career as a CPA to pursue her love for writing. Outside of her roles as a wife and mother of three, sheâs always been a dreamer and as such became an avid reader at a young age.
Many years later, she got a crazy idea to write a novel and set out to try to publish it. With over a dozen titles published under various pen names, the rest is history. Her journey has been a blessing, and a dream realized. She looks forward to many more memories to come. You can find more about her books at www.terrielaine.com.
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Title: Gym Junkie
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Red Hot Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 23, 2018
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Weâve all done it, salivated
Over a guy at the gym, imagined the unimaginable.
Wanted what we canât have.
Only my fantasy has turned into an obsession.
Every night like clockwork heâs there.
Every night like clockwork Iâm ready.
Iâm not the kind of girl who does this kind of thing and
heâs exactly the kind of man that does.
Heâs as sexy AF.
Dominant as all hell.
Built like a machine.
And when he turns up at my work
My worst f**king nightmare.
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I swipe my key through the door scanner. Itâs 9:35 p.m and Iâm late. After not wanting to come at all, and deliberating the whole thing for over an hour in the shower, Iâm finally here.
Iâm not really sure why, but what the hell. It canât hurt, I suppose.
I walk into the gym and take a look around. There are a few guys working out at the back, plus a girl on the treadmill.
Great. Heâs not even here.
All that over-analysing for nothing
Damn it.
After making my way onto the treadmill I start walking. I turn up the speed and begin to walk faster. I suppose Iâll have to actually work out then. What an anticlimax. I spent over an hour psyching myself up to be here, and he doesnât even show up.
Fucking typical.
All men piss me off.
Oh well, itâs his loss.
Turning up the speed, I begin to jog, getting lost in the repetition. But when I look up into the mirror, I see him. There he is. Heâs sitting on the weights bench in the corner, and flashing a slow sexy smile my way. Heâs wearing a white T-shirt and navy sports shorts.
My stomach dances with excitement. I force him a smile, and then I look down, pretending to be uninterested.
God, heâs soâ¦.
Heâs probably just a prop in this place. Thatâs what I would do if I owned a gym: pay gorgeous guys to hang out and make the girls swoon. It makes good business sense, thatâs for sure.
I run for fifteen minutes, and he does weights as he watches me. To be honest, I wish he would look away because Iâm dying over here. I canât run for this long naturally. Iâm totally showing off. I may go ass over tit at any moment and skin my knee to the bone.
One man finally leaves the gym, and then five minutes later the other one follows. The group of guys walk out the back, leaving only one woman in the gym who is doing sit ups. His eyes trail over to her, and I wonder is he thinking the same thing as me.
Buzz off, woman. Why are you in the gym so late, stupid?
I stop running and bring the treadmill back to a walking pace. I wipe my face with my towel, grateful when the lady packs up her things and leaves through the front door.
Brockâs eyes find mine in the mirror and a dark smile crosses his face.
Shit. My heart begins to beat faster. I keep walking, and he stands to make his way over to me.
âHello,â he purrs.
I smile goofily. âHi.â Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I canât even pretend to be cool.
He puts his hand over mine on the handrail, and I feel an energy zap between us.
âIâve been thinking about you all day,â he says.
My eyes hold his as my stomach flips. âY-you have?â I pant.
He nods slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second.
âWhat were you thinking about?â I ask.
âI was thinking that I need to talk to you in private.â
God, is he for real? âIs that so?â I look around the empty gym. âIs that why you had to wait for everyone to leave to come and talk to me?ââWell, I didnât want anyone to be suspicious of the two of us talking the other night in the bathroom.â
âTalking?â I smirk. âIs that what you call it?â
He smiles sexily, and my stomach clenches yet again. Donât smile at me like that.
âYes.â He pauses as he rolls his lips, as if amused. âIt was a very stimulating conversation.â
I smile as I continue to walk.âFor some more than others,â he adds.
Unable to help it, I laugh. âYes, it was a very stimulating conversation that we had the other night.â
His eyes hold mine. âDid you enjoy it?â
Whatâs it going to be? I get a vision of Simon last night with that girl.
Sink or swim.
âI did.â Our eyes are locked. âVery much, actually.â
Oh, this guy makes me want to be a dirty whore.
Satisfaction flashes across his face and he licks his lips. He runs his hand up my forearm, his eyes following his touch. âI have something else to tell you.â
I act surprised. âYou do?â
âI do.â
âWhat is it?â
âI canât tell you here, Pocket.â His eyes rise to my lips.
âWhy not?â I feel the burn of his gaze.
âItâs private.â
He takes his hand off my arm, and it causes me to frown. I hate the loss of his touch. âSo, where do you want to tell me this private information?â I ask as I play along.
âWe should probably talk where we talked last time.â He rolls his lips to hide his smile, he likes this game.
âReally?â I widen my eyes.
He nods slowly. âReally.â
I continue to walk on the treadmill.
âSo, Iâm going to go into the discussion room now.â
âThe discussion room?â I widen my eyes and laugh. âYou are something else.â
âI know,â he chuckles, and then gestures up to the ceiling. I look up, following his direction.
Thereâs a cameraâ¦
Shit.
âIâm going to go into the discussion room, and in five minutes, you should do the same.â
âBut, theyâll see us?â I whisper.
âNo, they wonât. Once you come into the bathroom, you just have to stay in there for five minutes. If we donât enter or leave together, the tapes wonât be looked at. Not unless there is an incident and they have to be watched back.
âOh.â I frown, and without another word he disappears up the hall with his gym bag. I walk for another five minutes with my heart beating out of control. This is so naughty, so freaking hot, and I have to say, so out of character for me that itâs not even funny.
Iâll just go and talk to himâsee what he has to say. I hope he kisses me again. His kiss was to die for. Who the heck is this guy, anyway?
I would never do this. I am not the sort of girl who meets up with guys in a public bathroom. My eyes flicker to the hallway as my excitement runs through me.
Am I?
I hit stop on the treadmill with my heart hammering in my chest. I take my towel and drink bottle, and then I walk up the hall to the bathrooms. I look up and see the camera at the end of the hall positioned so it shows all of the five bathroom doors clearly. I drop my head to hide my face.
As long as I donât walk back out, he said Iâm fine.
God, if anyone ever knew I was doing this, Iâd die.
I walk to the end door and take the handle in my hand. I pause for a moment and close my eyes. My heart is banging, and I look back up the hall one more time. Should I go? No. Just do it.
I open the door and rush in, quickly closing the door behind me. I flick the lock and turn around.
The room is filled with steam and the shower screen is open. Brock is naked in the shower when he turns to face me.
His large shoulders and chest have soap over them, and his hair is already wet. His stomach is rippled with muscles, and his huge hard cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He smiles sexily. âTook your time, Pocket.â
Oh, dear God. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
âBrock!â I frown as I stare at him. âWhat the hell are you doing?â
I glance back to the door, damn it. I canât leave for a few minutes.
He looks at me casually and rubs the soap in across his chest. âTaking a shower, what does it look like?â
âYouâre incredible.â I shake my head in disgust. âIâm leaving right now.â
âWhy?â He gives me a slow sexy smile and holds his hands out to the side. âTaking a shower is a perfectly natural thing. I wanted to be clean for our conversation.â
Bastard.
âYou want to have a conversation with me with,â I gesture to his groin, âwith your dick hanging out.â
He looks down at himself, and then back up at me. âDoes my dick offend you?â
âYes,â I gasp. âYour dick offends me.â
I glance down again. That is the most beautiful dick Iâve ever seen. Okay, sure, I havenât seen many, but Iâm still sure itâs the most perfect one there is. For fuckâs sake, this guy is so over confident, I donât even have words to describe him, and why the hell is it turning me on?
This is un-fucking-believable. How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
Brock continues to rub soap over his chest, eventually lathering his groin area up, too. I have to concentrate on not looking down again.
âWhy?â he asks.
I frown. âBecause⦠becauseâ¦â I look around as I search for the right choice of words. âItâs the assumption you make that I am comfortable with you being naked when Iâm not.â I shake my head and throw my hands in the air. âIâm so not.â
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