It's that time again! 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. Thanks to fellow author Sandra Bunino for creating this weekly event!
I'm so excited to announce Spanked by the Bad Boy, the first book in a stand alone series called Bad Boy Fever has found a home with Decadent Publishing! I'm totally thrilled about this new endeavor and hope to have more information to share soon as to release dates for Declan's and Tiffany's story.
Here's a teaser scene between Declan and Tiffany after a little skin-on-skin lap dance:
Completely sated, Tiffany lay there amidst the scent of sex, cheek resting against Declan’s chest, listening to the beat of his heart while he brushed his hand down the back of her head then played with the ends of her hair as though fascinated.
“I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight,” he said.
She stiffened and extricated herself from his lap. “I already told you. I don’t get involved with anyone associated with the firm.”
“Uh huh,” he said, drolly.
She tugged her skirt down over her ass, and glowered at the splash of white that was once her intact underwear on the floor by his big, booted feet. Good God. The old wives’ tales about the size of a man’s feet were true.
Her gaze shot to the clip teetering on the arm of the couch. Grabbing it, she twisted her hair up and secured the mussed strands while Declan efficiently wiped his semi-softening cock clean with his shirt, before tucking himself into his jeans and re-buttoning them, then tore the soiled garment from over his head.
Unable to look at anything other than him, Tiffany gawked at all the hard-packed muscles that made up the man. All bulging ripples, hard angles, cuts, contours, and the tattoo. It snaked up his right arm came over his shoulder, down his right pectoral, forming a colorful fiery dragon she wanted to explore more fully with her tongue. Declan was, in a word—perfection.
When he got up from the couch, she thought he might come to her, although why he would, she didn’t know. She’d shut him out with her postcoital rigidity, and the turn down for anything further like his dinner offer. They’d had their bit of fun, it was time for her to go, and for him to get back to work, so when he strode over to a cardboard box on the floor, she knew better than to be disappointed he hadn’t come to perhaps kiss her one last time and tell her goodbye.
Don’t be so stupid. You’re not his girlfriend, just a too easy piece of ass.
She shook her head. Pissed at herself. Why couldn’t she find a nice guy, who liked to wear nice clothing, take her to nice places, and who would treat her like something shiny instead of the tainted woman she was? And why did she have to act like the tainted woman she was? She could stop. Not fall into the trap of the rough man with big hands, and an even bigger dick.
She set her chin. It wasn’t the size that mattered. She could handle an average Joe with an average sized member. She could make love in a bed. Vanilla. Sweet. Couldn’t she?
Declan opened the flaps on the box and tugged two T-shirts out. He leisurely put one on, stomach muscles crackling before the cotton material covered his grandeur.
“It’s just dinner,” he said.
She beat back the part of her that was dying to say yes with the most brutally big stick she could imagine.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.”
She shook her head. “No dinner.”
“Wear that little blue dress you wore to work a few weeks ago.”
Her hands went to her hips. “Didn’t you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
She huffed. “Well then.”
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”
There’s nothing special about you, she internally berated. His dinner suggestion is just a more respectable excuse to get into your pants. As if he had to have an excuse. In fact, he’s probably parted more pussy with that talented tongue than a porn star at a peach eating convention.Flicking the tip of a fingernail on her teeth, she wondered why the thought bothered her.
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