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?
Want know what happens???? Preorder Try Me On For Size!! Links below!
Posts
