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Clay Bower has an insatiable appetite
when it comes to his sexual pleasures. His women need to be wild and hot with
stamina that matches his own. He’s not interested in relationships, now or in
the future, and even the sexy banker with the quick blush can’t change his
mind—not that she’s made any attempt.
Imagine his
surprise when he sees the hot banker on stage, shaking assets she normally keeps
neatly covered. Better yet, her attention is solely on him, and when she hops
off stage and gives him a personal dance, Clay’s blood boils. Turns out he
doesn’t know the woman at all…and she’s willing to teach him a few things.
Excerpt
“Hey, Clay. That blonde you zeroed in on is coming this way,” Dylan
said, nudging him with his elbow.
The band burst to life with a hard guitar and a country rock beat of
the drums. Angie gripped his upper arm and shot the blonde a “fuck off” glare
that would have made even him cringe. Six women came from the side of the stage
dressed in denim short shorts with their ass cheeks hanging out and flannel
shirts pulled up and tied in between their breasts.
Clay’s gaze drifted over each one of them as they shimmied,
two-stepped and flipped their hair around. Angie’s grip got tighter on his arm
the more she hopped up and down and laughed, hooted and
whistled.
A pair of big brown eyes fixed on him from the stage. The sexy-as-sin
woman behind them wiggled her hips, ran her hands over her body and then
twisted, screwing herself down into a crouch. It was then he noticed the face
attached to the body, and the smile.
He’d never been slow a day in his life, but right now, everything
seemed off kilter and it took him a few extra seconds to realize whose sexy body
that was shaking up on stage. The song ended with her long, dark brown hair
flipping wildly and her down on one knee, bent so far forward her tits nearly
dropped out of her shirt and her big, saucy gaze pinned right on
him.
“Fuck. Me.”
This book is a fairly quick read. Ladies, it may be just what you need to get your man in the mood for a hot evening of your own. Read it together, read it alone, either way, enjoy the benifits.
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