Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Want a mini taste of Try Me On For Size??

As a continuation of our love-fest week, today's event is romantic scenes from our books!!

Check out this scorching scene between Mia and Ryan/Oliver! :)

***Warning The following scene is suitable only for those 18 and over***

Mia searched her brain. What hot guy would be asking for her? She walked out to the store, all body functions ceasing operation as she locked eyes with Ryan. No breathing. No heartbeat. How was she managing to stay upright?
“What are you doing here?”
“I needed to talk to you. I didn’t like how we left things last night.”
“I told you I’d let you know about the job soon.”
He stepped closer to her. “I couldn’t wait. I can’t stop thinking about you…the job. I really want the…um…job.”
Mia noticed Bryn, completely gawking at them, all giddy. “Um, let’s go talk in my office.”
She led him to the tiny room, barely big enough for a desk and a couple chairs, and closed the door.
“I think you’re great and you seem like a good fit for the job—”
Ryan curled his hand around her waist and yanked her body to his, the force knocking her breath from her body. And before she could regain it, he’d covered her mouth with his.
Mia inhaled as she turned her head to allow a deeper kiss, melting into him, her arms having a mind of their own as they wound around his neck. Was this really happening? The ridiculously amazing guy she couldn’t get out of her head was there, kissing her, and not because it was part of an interview.
Pulling his lips away, he moved them to her neck and the sensitive spot just under her earlobe, making it even harder to speak.
“We have to stop. We can’t do this. I might be your boss soon.” That was the easiest and quickest explanation for why she had to stop this rendezvous.
“I don’t care,” he said and continued exploring her body.
Her brain told her to pull away, to stop, but with Ryan caressing her body, all intelligence and sanity had disappeared. All the reasons why she had given up on men had drifted away.
Mia put her hands to Ryan’s jaw, sexy stubble pricking her palms, and pulled his lips back to hers. His body pushed hers to the wall, his erection—all seven and a half glorious inches—crashed into her stomach.
There were far too many layers of fabric between Mia and that fabulous piece of manhood.
She tugged at his expensive leather belt, fidgeting with it as he took the hint and pulled open her dress shirt. Did some buttons just go flying like a soap opera sex scene? She didn’t even care. All she cared about was his soft lips and moist tongue devouring her pert nipples.
Pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to release him, she grabbed hold. Damn, it felt so nice in her hand.
“I want you,” he murmured against her breast and looked up, his body pulsing from labored breaths. “Now.”
Had she ever seen a man so hungry in her life? There’d be no denying him. Ever.
Mia slammed her mouth into his. “I want you too,” she said against his lips.
That must have been all he needed. Lips still firmly attached, it took mere seconds for him to drop her trousers and panties to the floor. Mia shook out of her ballet flats as he grabbed her ass and lifted her up, pressing her to the wall as he pushed himself into her.
Mia moaned out as the entire length of Ryan filled her, and covered her mouth with her hand. They both giggled.
“Should I stop?” he asked, breath rugged.
Mia wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Fuck no.”
Where’d that come from? She was supposed to be the classy one.
The chair,” Mia said, needing to take a little bit of the control.
Ryan moved one hand from her behind to support her back as he moved to the chair, nearly tripping into it. “Damn pants,” he said and laughed.
Mia laughed too, but only for a moment. She pressed her lips back on his and rocked her pelvis, faster and faster. She was close. He was too. She remembered how his body had tensed just before orgasm. Everything about him in that moment was lean and hard and…hot. A hand nearly burned her skin as it massaged her breast.
Ryan moved his hands around her, holding tight, as his fingertips pressed into her back and ass, a concealed moan against her lips. And it took her over the edge.
Sweaty and drained, Mia rested her forehead on Ryan’s shoulder as her breathing returned to normal.
“So, about that job…”
Mia burst out laughing. “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I enjoy your penis.”
Ryan rubbed his hands up and down her back and she thought she might fall asleep right there. Was that what it was like to peacefully drift away after making love to someone? Not that what they’d done had been “making love.”
But she had to move. She had things to do before she left the shop. And some errands to run after that, before her fifth and final interview that  night. She needed to remind herself this was all for a risky business venture that rested in her hands. Or was it her vagina? Either way, she had one more penis to test and she was beginning to think she would not be able to do it objectively with Ryan so fresh in her mind. This had been a bad idea on so many levels.
Mia sat up and re-hooked her bra. “I have to go.”
He leaned to her, forehead to forehead. “This wasn’t just about a job.”
She hesitantly met his gaze. If this moment was actually happening, it had to be a ploy. He clearly didn’t need a piddly modeling gig when he obviously already made big bucks. “I have to go. I have another interview tonight and I have things to do before.”
Ryan’s head fell back. “Please don’t go.”
“I have to,” she said and detached herself from him. Damn, he was sexy sitting there on her office chair, dress shirt unbuttoned, strong thighs on display. And of course, his other powerful body part still half erect. He really was a work of art. She tried closing her shirt, but she’d lost most of its buttons.
“I’m sorry about your shirt.”
Damn, that smile was sexy. He could destroy every shirt she owned if it garnered a grin like that.
“It’s fine,” she said and pulled a spare Classy sweatshirt from her desk drawer. She pulled it over her head and stepped back into her pants. Ryan finally stood and pulled his up too. The typical post-coital redress.
“Please call me as soon as you make a decision.” He moved to her and placed a simple kiss on her lips. “Or just call me…for any reason at all.”
“You better get yourself together and go.” She stepped behind her desk and sat down, pulling out a random file so she’d look busy.
“Goodbye,” he said and opened the door.
Mia could feel his gaze burning into her. Don’t look up. “Bye.”
After what felt like a year, Ryan left and closed the door behind him. Mia slumped in her chair and could finally breathe. Why had she let him ravish her?

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