Posted in General on March 6th, 2012 by Casey Crow
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Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of theManhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands the upcoming principal role. Thestage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more thanshe ever expected.
Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition thatwill push her into stardom, dazzling attorney still proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up teaching the college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herselfon their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italyand turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerfulinfluence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent wasreal or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.
ADULT X-RATED EXCERPT
For a second, the world stopped and as he pressed her chest into hers. His woodsy scent blended with the lemony smell of his starched shirt. She heard him inhale deeply, and the loneliness over the past few weeks faded away. She spread her fingers wide and slid them into the softness of his hair before gliding down to knead the muscles of his upper back.
“I’m sexually frustrated.” His mouth found her earlobe. The metal on her earrings clanked against his teeth.
She let out a low chuckle. “Me too.”
“You smell like lavender and vanilla and taste cinnamony and sweet.”
“Then eat me up.”
“I intend to.” His palm slipped to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before rubbing her nipple through her coat.
“Hmm,” she moaned as her head fell back, and she arched into his hand.
Rod granted her silent request, tugging at the knot at her waist and pushing the coat off her shoulders. His eyebrows shot up at seeing her unclothed. A large grin stretched across his beautiful mouth. “Come to my office and sit on my lap anytime.” He bent to lick a nipple.
She dug her nails into his back. “Yes, darlin’.”
“Patience, princess.” His tongue twirled around her areola as he squeezed her other breast. Switching his lips to it, he sucked the entire thing into this hot mouth.
His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy with its nearness. Her juices dripped in anticipation. “More,” she said, hoping to hurry him up.
He groaned his approval and slid his fingers to her pussy, parting the folds, and rolling her clit back and forth with the tip of his finger. Sensations exploded, shattering her composure into a million pieces then melting them into a warm, liquid pool of satisfaction that heated her skin. She moaned so loudly he raised a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her response was to take it into her mouth and suck. She’d never felt such abandonment, such freedom at acting like a—what was the word? Siren. Yes, Campbell had discovered a side of herself she’d never known existed. A frantic need rose inside her. It wanted to please him, to show she was as wild and as sexy as his other women.
Her fingers worked in desperate movements to loosen his tie and undo his buttons. She pulled the shirt from his pants, spread the material, and dipped her head to taste his nipples. When she began to unbuckle his belt, he stilled her.
“Tell me you’re kidding.”
“It’s my turn, you seductive minx.” He reached behind her and sent papers flying. Circling his hands around her hips, he lifted her onto the desk.
Raising her foot to his chest, she lightly speared him in the heart with her stiletto. He grabbed her ankle and deposited her foot on the arm of his leather chair. He did the same with her other leg then running his hands from her calves to her knees, he pushed her legs wide.
“Rod!” she gasped when his tongue made one long lick up her slit.
“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.” He spread her folds with his fingers as his tongue streaked over her nub. “Hmm. Always wondered what a girl raised on southern sunshine would taste like.”
“Oh God, yes!”
He made a hushing sound.
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. Asking her to be quiet was like telling her to go catch some minnows by hand.
His tongue lapped and brushed her sensitive spot, sending her into a spiraling need. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pressing his face harder into her pussy. He slipped his tongue into her hole. Her head spun, but he gave her no mercy as he pulled out to suck a pussy lip.
He tugged, gently scraping his teeth over it then and making a smacking sound as he released it. “So long,” he mumbled before pulling the other into his mouth, repeating the exquisite procedure.
Rod slipped his thumb into her hole, rotating his wrist as he pumped her. His tongue returned to her clit, jiggling it back and forth. Her legs quivered and threatened to slip off the chair. She draped them over his shoulders. He stuck a hand under her ass and lifted her hips off the desk. Campbell crossed her ankles, trapping him between her legs and girating her hips as fulfillment closed in.
“Please, darlin’. Make me c-come.”
He sucked like nobody’s business and swallowed her passion as she came fast. Rod reached to cover her mouth with his hand as she screamed and shuddered violently. He continued to lap up her juices.
As her contractions slowed, he stood, causing her legs to straighten against the length of his body. He got his pants off enough for his cock to spring free. Positioning the head at her entrance, he plunged deep.
She watched him bite his lip. “Not so easy to keep quiet, is it?”
He snorted and closed his eyes, seemingly lost in pleasure. She knew the feeling. Well.
Grabbing the edge of the desk for leverage, she used it to help her buck against his powerful strokes. He held her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust, bringing her once again to climax. She stifled a scream, biting into her forearm as sparks shattered before her eyes. Tremors shook her repeatedly, but he pounded faster, faster until he exploded, spilling is seed into her.
Rod collapsed back onto the chair, hauling her with him. They remained joined as he kissed her. The rise and fall of their chests from their heavy breathing seemed in sharp contrast to the slow easiness of the kiss. She tasted her essence on his lips.
“Is that a compliment?”
“Baby, I’m telling you straight up that’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“Well, glad to be of service.” She patted his cheek. “Now get back to work.”
So Campbell took a cue from her love of classic movies and dressed in trench coat and heels before going to Rod’s office. What’s your favorite classic movie? I’m going with CASABLANCA – not because it’s one of the obvious choices for romance junkies, but I love the intensity of Bogart, especially when he looks at Bergman.
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