The lovely Aimee Duffy has a new release out, the 2nd novella in her sexy trilogy, Indecent Proposals with Harper Impulse. It's a must!
The second novella in a thrilling, pulse-racing new erotic romance series, Indecent Proposals.
Three best friends,
Shey, Eloisa and Georgia take on the most powerful and eligible men of the New
York dating scene.
Georgia broke away
from his mouth, gasping in a lung full of air.
‘Max, I need—’
He unwrapped her legs
from his waist and placed her back on her feet.
She was about to
protest when he broke in, ‘I know exactly what you need.’
Striking New York singleton Georgia has never had any trouble attracting
men, but she has a surprising secret; she’s never had an orgasm.
So when her gorgeous new boss Max Briggs makes her a scandalous offer,
she doubts this time will be any different. But what happens when Max discovers
her secret? How long will Georgia’s resolve last when he becomes determined to
be the man to give Georgia her first taste of ecstasy?
Excerpt:
‘It’s personal,’ he
warned.
Georgia swallowed.
They hadn’t agreed on this being more than an extension of work and she
couldn’t blame him for assuming. After all, she’d let him touch her, let him
pull her close. She’d even licked his mouth, for frick sake. But she hadn’t
made her mind up on it being anything more. Or was her body deciding for her?
‘Relax,’ he said,
stroking her lower back. ‘It’s not what you think.’
Georgia straightened
up and pulled her arms from his neck. He caught her wrists, his thumbs lazily
drew circles over the veins, sending delicious currents through her.
God, no man had
touched her like this. No man had turned her on this much. Could Max be the one
to give her what she’d never had?
‘Easy.’ His
expression turned serious, but he didn’t release the gentle hold he had on her
wrists. ‘Do you always take the lead with men?’
The question caught
her off guard. ‘What business is that of yours?’
The corner of his
mouth twitched, pissing her off and giving her the strength to pull her arms
free. He didn’t seem deterred by her anger.
‘It’s not, but you
seem more sure of yourself when you do. I’ve been thinking.’
She crossed her arms,
tucking her clutch under her elbow. ‘About whether I like it better on top? I
thought we’d been through this, I can’t—’
‘Maybe that’s the
problem,’ he said, deadpan serious.
Her chin dipped. ‘You
try to take control, thinking it will be easier to get what you want. Have you
ever thought of surrendering that with someone? Letting them take the lead.’
Well, yeah. About a
minute ago but she’d been thinking about dancing. Her face burned, and she was
right back in the moment in her office when she realized he’d read the email.
She darted a glance around, but they weren’t in hearing distance of the other
guests. Didn’t stop the shame burning up her neck. Max came closer, and she
leaned back. He didn’t try to touch her which was smart. Her anger was
simmering right below the surface.
‘Georgia, imagine
surrendering that control to me. Imagine letting all the worry about everything
go until there’s nothing left but my mouth and hands on your body. Teasing,
nibbling and sucking you all over.’
Before she could stop
it, the fantasy formed – but it wasn’t like others she’d had. She was on a huge
four-poster bed with her wrists bound above her head. Max was on top of her,
his mouth hot and teasing against her collarbone as he toyed with her nipples.
They pebbled, and heat flooded between her legs. She closed her eyes, lost in
the faux sensations, until his arms came around her for real. Her eyes snapped
open, and she shoved at his chest as panic tightened her throat.
Though he loosened his
hold, he didn’t let go. ‘People are watching,’ he warned. Her heart was beating
so hard, pumping scorching blood through her veins. The pounding between her
legs almost hurt, and she squeezed at her thighs to get relief.
But this was crazy,
she wasn’t submissive.
‘Max, that’s not what
I want.’ The lie didn’t convince either of them, so she tried again. ‘I’m not
some…some…submissive who will kneel at your feet.’
She’d read enough of
those kind of romance novels to know that much. Some of the scenes had turned
her on, but the pain… She shivered.
‘I’d never want you
to, but just now whatever you were imagining turned you on. Georgia your skin
flushed, you were panting and swaying so much I had to hold you up.’
She couldn’t look
into his knowing eyes, instead she focused on his black tie. The pain was a
deal breaker, but other things? Georgia didn’t know. The thought of his tie
around her wrists while he had her in all of those different ways did turn her
on.
‘I’m not a
submissive,’ she said again, her voice hard and firm. He tilted her chin up
until she was forced to meet his eyes. They were soft, unexpectedly kind and
full of understanding.
‘That’s a label,
honey. One that gets misused all the time. You’re strong, confident and
extremely sexy. Giving up control in the bedroom doesn’t make you any less of
who you are. Different things turn different people on.’
‘What do you like in
the bedroom?’ she asked, desperate to get subject off her.
About the Author
Aimée writes
steamy, contemporary romance for the 21st century woman who enjoys the
21st century alpha male. She’s addicted to reading, shopping and can’t go a
day without music. When she’s not writing you can find her traipsing up the
Ochils (weather permitting of course) or procrastinating on Facebook and
Twitter.
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'Til next time!
Sam :-)
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