Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Mid Week Tease - Oh What A Bad Boy He Is #MWTease

It's time for Mid Week Tease where my author friends and I post a little something from a WIP, flash fiction piece or from some of our published work for you, the readers. A huge THANKS to fellow author Sandra Bunino for creating this weekly event!

Spanked by the Bad Boy:

As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad-boys. But when the owner of DC Construction enters her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.

Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and that prissy attitude of hers, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.

Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will the indiscretion of her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?

I've shared from my WIP Spanked by the Bad Boy before, but here's a little more of Tiffany Brooks and Declan Cage in this unedited excerpt.


How could he know what to say to her, and how to say it?
Perhaps she possessed some sort of bad boy pheromone which emanated from her skin. Maybe, when she was around Declan, she broadcast the signal, “Take me and fuck me till I can’t feel my legs.” Conceivably he read her like an open book, and somehow honed in on the dirty bits scattered across the pages of her psyche.
Before she could go over all the reasons she should leave—the biggest being he was all wrong for her—he’d tugged her to the couch, sat down, and took her with him.
“Straddle me, sugar,” he said in a sandpaper voice, all grit.
Completely willing to go where she knew she shouldn’t trod, she did what he asked, throwing one leg over his lap, knees sinking into the leather cushion on either side of his denim clad thighs. His hands went to her hips. Slid down further where he stopped. His fingertips touched her flesh. Using his thumbs, he stroked the front of her thighs, undoing her. Shivers traversed her arms and legs. Her sex pulsed.
Watching him watch her, he inched her skirt up as if revealing a present, working until the fabric bunched around her waist. When cool air struck the back of her thighs, one side of his mouth quirked up, clearly please with himself for exposing her panties.
“I’ll give you exactly what you crave,” he said, and ripped the thong from her body. Tiffany sucked in a breath as he threw the tattered silk to the floor with his right hand while flicking the ring that pierced her clit with the forefinger of his left. “Nice adornment.” He tugged on her piercing, giving her just the right amount of pressure. “But you need me to scratch your itch, don’t you baby?”
She’d come too far to lie about what she needed now. Nodding, she whispered, “Harder.”
He chuckled, and the sound was like a flashpoint of sensation added to the slow, stroke, stroke, stroke of the fingers he’d slipped between her crease. She leaned forward, hand resting on the top of the sofa by his head, and kissed him. As their tongues tangled, he rubbed her, his other hand going to her hair where he tugged the clip, releasing the long strands. They tumbled down her back in time with his palm curling around the base of her neck, claiming her. Oh, she liked that. The way took possession. Everything feminine inside her needed the maleness of him.  
Tiffany, nibbled at his bottom lip, pulling away scant inches from his mouth. “You make me burn,” she admitted.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said, and inserted a finger inside of her.
“Aah, yeah,” she uttered her approval.
He shoved his finger deeper. “You’re so wet.”
Her hand went to his bulging crotch. She squeezed him through his jeans. He groaned. With nimble fingers she unbuttoned his fly, freeing his thick cock from the denim. As the heavy head rested in her palm, she smiled. He was fantastic, and she knew from past experience he’d be commando.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his superb erection as much as she could, she began to pump him in easy strokes. “Is that good?”
“Fuck yes,” he said, and fingered her in earnest, inserting another as his big thumb pressed hard against her clitoris, sending heated spikes of sensation through her body.
She moaned, spreading the silken pre-come leaking from him with her fingertip and licked her lips. Tiffany wanted to taste him. Slip her lips over the crown. Slide her mouth along his shaft. She thought about the feel of him as she took him down the back of her throat. She swallowed, knowing as good as it would be, the sensation she would have when she took him inside her pussy would be even better. She needed to experience her sex stretched over the head of his dick. The fire as he invaded her. The awareness of being filled up by him as he pressed into her tight channel.
Her chest heaving she mumbled, “Condom.”
“Sorry, sugar. We’ll have to settle for this,” he said, as he slipped his fingers from her body and tugged her hips down on him. He slid his steel between her feminine folds. “Slide that sweet pussy along the length of my cock.”
Oh, God. She was so slick; she easily made the glide up and down, her chest rubbing against his.
In the next instant, he splattered his large hands across her ass, pulling her against him even tighter. This was so good, sex without penetration, something she’d never done before, and the delicious sensation had her nipples pebbled hard against the material of her bra, but when he flicked out his tongue, everything got better. She moaned and gave him access to her neck, where he wasted no time and tickled the hollow of her throat before he nipped at the soft flesh with his teeth. She shivered.
“That’s it, sweets.” The vibration of his deep voice sent a wave of pleasure across the canvas of her flesh. Every part of her body hungered for his touch. He slapped her ass. She jumped and lost her rhythm—taken aback. “Faster,” he demanded, and she didn’t have time to consider if she liked the swat or not. He spanked her again. “Move that sweet ass.”
She complied, sliding herself up and down. He slapped her ass once more, but this time the sensation sent a buzz to her already stimulated clit, the joy spreading across her like a wild fire.
“Again,” she uttered in a breathy voice.
“Like that, do you?”
God help her, she did.

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  1. Thank you for the awesome giveaway.

  2. Wow, super sexy. Love a bad boy :-)


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