Jamie was taken aback when he opened his front door. There, sitting on his welcome mat, was a basket of muffins wrapped in bright yellow cellophane and orange ribbon. He crouched down and lifted the basket. Even before he plucked free the hot pink envelope and retrieved the card tucked inside, he knew who'd placed the basket on his doorstep. Corrie's loopy handwriting greeted him.
From your very, very good girl…
Smiling, he noticed the little arrow on the bottom right corner of the card. He turned it over—and nearly fainted. It was a picture of Corrie's bare pussy and ass with a hot pink butt plug in place. White-hot need pierced his belly. His gaze scanned her message.
And your very, very bad girl.
Chuckling to himself, Jamie tucked the picture into his wallet and carried the basket of muffins to his truck. For the first time in a long time, he couldn't wait to finish his shift and get home. That lonely, empty apartment no longer seemed so daunting.
Besides, he had a feeling a certain dirty girl was going to need to be taught another lesson tonight. A very long, very hard lesson…
The End.
SEDUCING THE CONGRESSMAN EXCERPT
The second I ducked into the small room, I realized my mistake. I spotted the impeccably dressed man with his back to me and the phone he held to his ear. It took me only a heartbeat to realize it was Jack Richmond, the conservative politician headlining the night's fundraiser and one of my father's good friends. Apparently, this room, a sort of staging area for the ballroom, wasn't a safe hideout after all.
I started to retreat but Jack turned just in time to see me. The glimmer of recognition in his pale brown eyes fixed me in place. With a crook of his finger, he beckoned me to stay. Reluctantly, I stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind me. He made a locking gesture with his hand. I thought it odd but didn't hesitate to do as he'd asked. He probably didn't want anyone else barging in on his private call.
When he finished his call, he slipped his phone into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "So, Bee, what are you running from?"
He'd known me long enough to feel comfortable using my father's nickname for me. I shrugged and leaned back against the door. "I've heard enough speeches about health care and family values to last me a lifetime."
His smile surprised me. It wasn't the cheesy politician smile plastered on his campaign materials. This was a real, warm smile that momentarily disarmed me. "We're in Texas, Bee. You're in the wrong state for hearing speeches on the liberal agenda."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not a liberal."
"No?" His eyes glinted with amusement. "I'm pretty sure that protest where you got picked up for disorderly conduct had some rather liberal roots."
I sighed. "It wasn't like that."
"Your father would disagree."
"My father is out of bounds tonight." The last thing I wanted to do was talk about my father's disappointment in me.
His smile faded and he took a step toward me. "I'm sorry, Bee. I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's fine."
"It's not. I know things are tense between the two of you. I shouldn't have gone there with the protest arrest."
"No," I agreed. "But it is what it is, Jack."
"He'll come around. You'll see. You're his baby girl and he loves you."
I bit my tongue instead of pointing out that my father loved the person he wanted me to be not the person I actually was. Desperate to change the subject, I asked, "So what's your keynote speech about?"
Jack chuckled. "Family values. Fiscal policy. Health care reform."
I groaned and tipped my head back against the door. "I like you, Jack, but I don't think I can sit through another speech like that."
He feigned an injury and touched a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt, Bee."
That teasing grin of his warmed me. Not for the first time, I was forced to admit that Jack had that sexy, clean-cut thing going for him. He had classic good looks with his square jaw and dark hair. I liked that he didn't do that shellac hairstyle so many male politicians favored. He had that All-American boyishness about him.
There was something intriguing about the congressman. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had a feeling that behind that squeaky clean, conservative façade, Jack Richmond was a very naughty boy.
He took two more steps, closing the short distance between us. His scent, something woodsy and masculine, enveloped me. My lower belly quivered as Jack's searing gaze raked my body. I'd worn the most conservative cocktail dress I could find but still showed just enough skin to keep it interesting. Jack's expression displayed his appreciation for the small peek of tanned flesh.
"Why don't you hide out here while I give my speech?"
I liked his suggestion but shook my head. "I barely managed to escape Daddy's watchful eye during the applause between speakers. He'll probably send one of my handlers out to look for me any second. I may as well head back to our table."
"No one will know you're here." He slipped off his glasses and tucked them into the front pocket of his jacket.
"You know I'm here." I licked my lips and wondered why he'd removed his glasses. For better pictures during his speech?
"I won't tell if you won't."
"If I won't tell about what?"
"This."
I inhaled a sharp breath of surprise as Jack's lips touched mine. Jack Richmond kissing me? It was the most unexpected thing in the world!
His lips teased across mine in a gentle glide. He cupped the back of my neck with one hand and caressed my cheek with the other. When he playfully nibbled my lower lip, I clutched at him, my fingers fisting the expensive wool gabardine fabric. He coaxed my lips apart and darted his tongue inside.
Our tongues dueled but he mastered me. In my twenty-one years, I'd never once been kissed like this. Jack skillfully plundered my mouth. His tongue stabbed and twirled until I shuddered and clung to him in a desperate attempt to stay on my feet. My wobbly knees threatened to buckle at any moment.
When our lips broke apart, I swallowed hard and gazed into his lust-darkened eyes. "Jack…"
"Tell me to stop right now, Bee."
I knew that I should. I knew this wasn't right. The congressman was just this side of forty and I was still in college. The scandal that would come from him fucking me in this hotel anteroom would ruin him. And there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to fuck me. His rock-hard cock jutted against the front of his trousers and poked my lower belly. He wanted me. He wanted me so much his fingers shook as he trailed them along the curve of my neck.
"I can't," I said finally. "I don't want you to stop."
Jack smiled. "Thank Christ."
I touched a finger to his lips. "Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain, Congressman."
He laughed and captured my mouth in a kiss that left me dizzy and trembling. "He's a forgiving God. I'll make sure to do my penance come Sunday. But first…"
End Excerpt.
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ROXIE'S BACKLIST
Chance's Bad, Bad Girl
Halftime With Craig
Tease
Quid Pro Quo
Seduced By the Congressman
Disturbing the Peace (Romps #1)
Eddie's Cuffs 1
Eddie's Cuffs 2
Eddie's Cuffs 3
ABOUT ROXIE
I like to write dirty books that make your pulse pound. I’m the naughtier alter ego of another erotica and erotic romance author who wanted to write more taboo stories. You can find me online at www.roxierivera.com.
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