Strawberry Kisses by Dominique Eastwick
Decadent Publishing
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Contemporary Rubenesque Erotic Romance
Are they ready to gamble on a 1 Night Stand?
Mia hides behind her computer
Gavin hides behind his numbers.
Can Madame Eve bring these two together and show them that two is always better then one.
ALERT -- Explicit content in excerpt below
Excerpt:
“Do you want the next strawberry with chocolate, or champagne?” He popped the cork.
“I, um....” She slowed her breathing, trying hard to concentrate on his words. “I’ve never had champagne and strawberries.”
“Really?” As he smiled, the first real smile she’d seen on his face was breathtaking, She could only nod since somewhere between her mouth and her brain she’d lost the ability to form simple words.
Pouring one glass of the bubbly wine, he took a sip, smiled then grabbed another plump berry. He rubbed it slightly on her lower lip. “Take a bite.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She bit, then savored, as he raised the flute and tilted it just enough for her to get a swallow of the liquid. Her eyes widened as the tastes of the fruit and champagne fused in her mouth.
“Another bite then?” He didn’t wait for her answer, giving her another piece and let her enjoy the fruit for what it was, savoring and treasuring as some of the best she’d ever had.
She opened her eyes just in time to see his close, and his mouth settle over hers. Her lips parted and a rush of champagne from his mouth filled her own. The fizzy liquid overwhelmed her senses. If she could have let out an ooh, she would have. But all she could think about was his tongue dancing with hers. His left hand still holding the flute, he wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt the heat of his erection at the same time his rigid cock pressed against her belly.
Pulling away enough to wind her arms around his neck, she prevented any escape on his part. She had him where she wanted him no matter how good the strawberries or the champagne, wanted him right there, kissing her. He didn’t fight her, instead deepening the kiss. She breathed in, his scent acting like an aphrodisiac on her already hyper libido, bringing her to the brink of ripping his clothes off and jumping his cock right then.
His arm left her waist for a minute—she heard the clink of the flute on the table, but his lips never left hers. She melted into him as his warm palms cupped her heated cheeks, forcing her mind back to the kiss.
"Tell me what you want?” His breath was warm against her lips.
"I want you.”
“How? Give me permission, tell me it’s okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me.”
“Yes, yes, please, all of that.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. His warm hands palmed her breasts, weighing them, his thumbs working the nipples to hard nubs under the layers of clothing she wore. Letting her head fall back, she savored the feel of his hands on her, of a man’s hands, warm and strong on her long-starved body.
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