Third
Wheel
Elite Escorts #1
Keywords: Erotic, Romance,
Contemporary, BDSM, single parent, stalking *Warning: Menage (MFM), BDSM, Anal Sex
Blurb:
Carpenter by day, man whore
extraordinaire by night, Reid Sullivan lives every man’s dream. But, Elite
Escort’s hottest third wheel longs for something more than casual sex with
clients.
Jessica Lindy's testimony
helped put her ex-husband behind bars, but she can't escape his vows of
revenge. A jaded single mom, she guards her heart and daughter’s life against
any man.
One fateful night with
Reid, the temptation for Jessica to allow another man into their lives becomes
too hard to resist. But when her past collides with the present, lives--and
love--will be lost unless Jessica learns how to lower her defenses. Can the
professional escort convince the wary young mom that he can be a different sort
of third wheel--the one she can trust?
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Excerpt:
“Go
into the bedroom and take your clothes off,” he said, stepping back, hands
releasing their hold on me. “There are towels in the adjoining bathroom. Wrap
one around yourself and get comfy on that big ass bed, belly down.”
Uh
… oh yeah. Massage. Right.
Unable
to find my voice, I nodded and tried to walk away. Damn heels near sent me
sprawling on the floor.
“Here.
Let me.” Reid dropped to his knees and lifted one of my feet to unbuckle the
black heels Christine had insisted on.
I
grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep from falling over, my gaze locked on the
dark head inches away from my throbbing clit. Thoughts of him lifting my
dress’s hem with his teeth brought a moan to my throat, but I bit down on the
inside of my lip to keep from letting it out.
His
large hand slid up my calf and back down before making short work of the clasp.
My foot slid free, and he ran his hand up my other leg, catching my breath.
Get a grip, Jessica. The barest touch on my skin—hotter than any sex I could
remember. My body craved more. One little lick, one little pinch on my clit,
and I’d be screaming my release for the world to hear.
“Go
on,” Reid said, standing and stepping back, my heels dangling from his hand.
With
another thoughtless, dumb nod, I managed to make my feet move. I eyed the
massive bed while making my way across the bedroom to the open bathroom door.
Images of Reid’s ass clenching with each thrust into my writhing body beneath
his flashed across my mind.
“G-good
God,” I whispered.
Hands
shaking, I all but ripped off my tight dress and restricting bra, but paused to
consider my panties. A full body massage…
Another
few seconds of indecision and I slid the
soaked bit of silk down my legs. Just in case he wanted to knead my ass cheeks.
And, nothing more than that, I told myself while wrapping a white fluffy towel
around me. A peek into the bedroom revealed it empty, so I scooted to the bed,
pulled back the comforter and top sheet, and lay face down a little ways from the edge, eyes clenched
shut, pulse pounding through every cell of my body.
Closer
than a hair to hyperventilation, I focused on slowing my breathing. Relaxed my
muscles as soft instrumental music floated through the closed door.
“Jessica?”
Reid’s low voice raised what little hair I had on my body. “Can I come in?”
I
squeaked a reply but had to clear my
throat and try again. “Yes.”
Yes. Please come … I mean, come in.
Touch me. Make me come.
About Lynn
Burke
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and
scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she
enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of
city life.
Links:
Website: http://www.authorlynnburke.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke