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girl versus the New York City slicker.
Missy met my eyes. “Mark my words, he’s a shark who can smell fresh blood from a mile away.”
“ Well. I feel the need for a long, hot shower after that.” Giving a shaky laugh, Leelee got to her feet.
“ Stone’ll take you.” Every single one of them rushed to volunteer me while I bit back a groan.
Yeah, I wanted to take her, in more ways than one. I also did not want to be alone with the woman for one damn second longer than I had to be. But she turned to me with such a weary smile there was no way in hell I could resist.
“ It’d be my pleasure.” I placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her along.
We had to make several pit stops for fans who wanted pictures, so I played paparazzo while Leelee smiled and signed books. With each of her readers, she was gracious and genuine, a true southern lady, showing none of the earlier stress.
As soon as the elevator doors shut us in, she slumped. “I don’t do well with crowds or attention.”
“ You could’ve fooled me.”
She blinked and b lushed. Silence—the tense kind that was usually the forerunner of clothes being torn off before some outrageous fucking—thickened between us.
I cleared my throat. “So. This is getting cozy.”
“ You, me, and the elevator . . .” Her voice lilted along my skin, tightening the muscles in my lower belly with wicked arousal.
I walked her to her room, unlocked it for her, and this time gallantly accepted her thanks. She rose to her tiptoes and slid her lips across my cheek. My groin thumped with heat , but I played it cool, stepping back and dipping an imaginary hat.
“ Wait! I’ve got somethin’ for you.” She darted inside. Rushing back, Leelee thrust a book at me then, with a sultry drawl, a saucy wink and a “Happy readin’, Stone,” she closed the door.
I flipped the book over then slammed my eyes shut.
The title? Ride .
The chick on the cover was riding, all right. Naked and back to, she straddled hard-muscled thighs. Her head was thrown back, the curve of one tit showed, and a pair of masculine hands gripped her hips.
The author? Leelee Songchild.
Holy fuck.
I am a dead man.
Chapter Four
Wednesday: Ride It Out
IN THE HOTEL ROOM, I flopped onto the bed and snagged a couple pillows behind my head. Ride, huh? Let’s see what Leelee’s got.
Avery heard him through the cracked bedroom door.
“ Yeah, Ave. Like that, suck my balls.”
Ave? She inhaled a shaky breath before pressing the door open. She and Jase had been roommates for approximately two months, and he’d never so much as given her a second glance. Or maybe she just hadn’t noticed, her nose was usually buried in a textbook. Apparently he’d been saving up any careful consideration of her for something that sounded hypnotically raunchy, entailing things she certainly didn’t do.
Gorgeous Jase cultivated a bad boy image , but he always got up early to cook her breakfast, usually in a low-slung towel fresh from a shower.
Peeking inside, Avery’s face turned hot. His head tilted back, the cords of his neck rigid, Jase sat completely naked in the leather armchair across from her. One fist slowly pumped his cock as the fingers of his other hand slid below to cup his balls.
The door creaked, his muscles flexed, his head flew up. He caught her breathless and staring. Through the shaggy hair falling across his face, she made out his brown eyes, hooded by heavy eyelids.
“ Avery, darlin’. Was just thinking about you.”
Happy reading? Was Leelee fucking kidding me? More like horny reading and instant hard-on aided by the fact sometimes shy, sometimes spitfire Leelee had written some seriously kinky shit. At this rate my cock was gonna have an embolism.
“Really? Which head were you using?” She asked in a barely steady voice, her gaze straying low before boring a hole into the wall above his . . . head. The one on top of his shoulders, not the one
Missy met my eyes. “Mark my words, he’s a shark who can smell fresh blood from a mile away.”
“ Well. I feel the need for a long, hot shower after that.” Giving a shaky laugh, Leelee got to her feet.
“ Stone’ll take you.” Every single one of them rushed to volunteer me while I bit back a groan.
Yeah, I wanted to take her, in more ways than one. I also did not want to be alone with the woman for one damn second longer than I had to be. But she turned to me with such a weary smile there was no way in hell I could resist.
“ It’d be my pleasure.” I placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her along.
We had to make several pit stops for fans who wanted pictures, so I played paparazzo while Leelee smiled and signed books. With each of her readers, she was gracious and genuine, a true southern lady, showing none of the earlier stress.
As soon as the elevator doors shut us in, she slumped. “I don’t do well with crowds or attention.”
“ You could’ve fooled me.”
She blinked and b lushed. Silence—the tense kind that was usually the forerunner of clothes being torn off before some outrageous fucking—thickened between us.
I cleared my throat. “So. This is getting cozy.”
“ You, me, and the elevator . . .” Her voice lilted along my skin, tightening the muscles in my lower belly with wicked arousal.
I walked her to her room, unlocked it for her, and this time gallantly accepted her thanks. She rose to her tiptoes and slid her lips across my cheek. My groin thumped with heat , but I played it cool, stepping back and dipping an imaginary hat.
“ Wait! I’ve got somethin’ for you.” She darted inside. Rushing back, Leelee thrust a book at me then, with a sultry drawl, a saucy wink and a “Happy readin’, Stone,” she closed the door.
I flipped the book over then slammed my eyes shut.
The title? Ride .
The chick on the cover was riding, all right. Naked and back to, she straddled hard-muscled thighs. Her head was thrown back, the curve of one tit showed, and a pair of masculine hands gripped her hips.
The author? Leelee Songchild.
Holy fuck.
I am a dead man.
Chapter Four
Wednesday: Ride It Out
IN THE HOTEL ROOM, I flopped onto the bed and snagged a couple pillows behind my head. Ride, huh? Let’s see what Leelee’s got.
Avery heard him through the cracked bedroom door.
“ Yeah, Ave. Like that, suck my balls.”
Ave? She inhaled a shaky breath before pressing the door open. She and Jase had been roommates for approximately two months, and he’d never so much as given her a second glance. Or maybe she just hadn’t noticed, her nose was usually buried in a textbook. Apparently he’d been saving up any careful consideration of her for something that sounded hypnotically raunchy, entailing things she certainly didn’t do.
Gorgeous Jase cultivated a bad boy image , but he always got up early to cook her breakfast, usually in a low-slung towel fresh from a shower.
Peeking inside, Avery’s face turned hot. His head tilted back, the cords of his neck rigid, Jase sat completely naked in the leather armchair across from her. One fist slowly pumped his cock as the fingers of his other hand slid below to cup his balls.
The door creaked, his muscles flexed, his head flew up. He caught her breathless and staring. Through the shaggy hair falling across his face, she made out his brown eyes, hooded by heavy eyelids.
“ Avery, darlin’. Was just thinking about you.”
Happy reading? Was Leelee fucking kidding me? More like horny reading and instant hard-on aided by the fact sometimes shy, sometimes spitfire Leelee had written some seriously kinky shit. At this rate my cock was gonna have an embolism.
“Really? Which head were you using?” She asked in a barely steady voice, her gaze straying low before boring a hole into the wall above his . . . head. The one on top of his shoulders, not the one
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