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This is a standalone, full-length novel.
*** THE FORECAST IS SCORCHING! So if heat isn’t your cuppa… use caution! ***
directions. There’s no one else here. But then out in the water, under a beam
of blinding moonlight, a dark head bobs.
Looking back down, I grin recognizing the gray hoodie.
eyes. The fragrance industry sure knows what they’re about. My hormones are
driving the bus, and I’m tempted to strip my clothes off and ride that pony
swimming in the moonlight.
and towards the dunes covered in shadows.
doesn’t stand a chance.
His clothes acting as a barricade saves my face from sand scrapes.
planted in the sand on either side of my body.
by this handsome stranger—until—it dawns on me he’s naked as the day he was
born. Something hard rocks into the cradle between my hips causing me to gasp
as he shifts his weight.
get up. “Fuck it. I’m not sorry.” He rolls back on top of me, tracing a finger
over my stunned, parted lips. “I made a wish on a star tonight. Haven’t done
that since I was ten. And here you are, showing up here like a thief in the
moonlight. Technically, you are a thief. Maybe I should call the cops on you,
to stop it.
head lowers a breath from mine. “Thank you for turning the shittiest day I ever
had, into the best one,” he murmurs capturing my lips.
hips and invite him inside.
tongue boldly comes out to play with mine. “But you won’t be needing this.”
With a smirk, he unclasps the buckle to my fanny pack tossing it next to my
sneakers that dropped when he caught me. His lips never leave mine. He does
this so smoothly and skillfully as if seduction is his profession.
Dornan can kiss like this.
hungrily kiss him back.
hiss at the spot on my ribs where the pavement scraped me.
ribcage up to my breasts. He unclasps the front snap bra I put on, and my
breasts spring free from confinement.
with his wet tongue, licking and sucking them.
closer to his hungry mouth. The large palm on his other hand presses my breasts
together so that he can suck both nipples at the same time.
cupping my sex hard.
it’s been struck by a live wire.
disoriented by his mad voodoo make out skills.
it as he catches me dropping my eyes.
head on the concrete.
thick as fuck.
almost killed me about his dick size?
my legs, “last time I was out here with a naked guy behind the dunes it didn’t
sand is not as hot as you’d think.”
would catch fire.”
is just as fine as the rest of him. Every muscle is cut, lines delineating each
don’t need to chase you when we have a habit of running into one another.”
and a room full of books. She’s horribly shy, never misses a UFC Fight, and has
a horrible addiction to sushi and banana peppers (maybe even eating them
together). Books have been her means of escape. It’s been a
long-standing dream of Claire’s to travel to Australia where she hopes to
find a hot rugby player to sweep her off her feet and romance her on Bondi
Beach while petting koala’s and drinking champagne at midnight. (this
might be her next book)
Until then, she’ll have to write her perfect man on paper
while waiting for him to magically appear.
You never know, stranger things have happened.