She walked to the back of the room to the long linen-covered table where the drinks were laid out. She leaned over to pick up a glass of champagne when her fingers accidentally brushed against someone else’s hand. She was startled by the soft touch of a stranger’s flesh against hers. She instinctively recoiled and looked up. Standing in front of her was an incredibly hot and hunky guy. He had short sandy hair and radiant hazel eyes. Their eyes locked and for some reason Iris couldn’t bring herself to look away. She found herself staring into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity as she noticed the soft golden flecks around his pupils.
“My apologies.” He pulled back and laughed. “Go ahead.”
Iris felt herself blush as she finally broke her gaze and reached for a glass of champagne. Her skin still tingled where he had touched her. She could barely feel the glass in her hand before she took a sip. She was careful to not make eye contact with him again and stared at his hand and his chest instead.
“So what’s your name?” He asked.
Curiosity won over and her gaze slowly crept up to his face. He had a strong jaw line and his skin looked soft and well-cared for. Iris noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring.
Iris lifted her head and blurted suddenly, “Natasha.” In a split second, something inside of her had changed. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she flashed him her most amazing smile. She was fearless and over the top.
She quickly downed her flute of champagne and rested the empty glass on the table. She then turned her full attention to him. She leaned closer and coyly placed a hand on his arm. It was a subtle and flirtatious move that allowed her to feel his musculature under the fabric of his navy blue sports coat. “And yours?” she asked in a deep breathy voice.
“Damien.” A grin played on his lips as he looked at Iris and was pleased with what he saw. The golden specks in his eyes flickered warm with desire.
“Well, are you here with anyone?” Iris asked boldly. She stared straight at him. Her red-painted lips contorted into a sensual smile. “Because I think I want to get to know you better.”
“Oh, really?” He asked, raising a well-groomed eyebrow. “What do you say we get some air? It’s getting rather warm in here, don’t you think?” He looked around at the crowd of highbrow society people.
She bit her bottom lip suggestively and leaned closer to his ear so he could feel her warm breath against the side of his neck. “You read my mind,” Iris whispered into his ear. She placed her arms around his broad shoulders. He was so tall that even with her stilettos, she was forced onto her tippy toes to accomplish this.
Damien wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her body into his. He smirked and tilted his head toward hers until their noses practically touched. Iris’ heart pounded even harder now that their lips were mere inches apart. She had the impulse to kiss him right there and then. She wanted his mouth to devour hers.
She giggled and abruptly broke away. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the exit. “Come. I want to show you something”, she teased.
Damien followed, eager to play along. He watched her from behind as her round ass filled out the back of her dress. Her hips swayed sensually back and forth with each step of her measured gait.
Once they were alone in the stairwell, Iris turned to face him with a naughty grin painted on her face. Without a word, she pressed him against the cold stone wall. He rested his hands on her hips and pulled her into his body. “So, what is it you wanted to show me?” he asked, his voice husky with the lust he already felt for her. His fingers tightened around her hips, kneading her supple flesh.
“This”, she said. She cupped his perfectly formed chiseled cheeks with her hands and pulled his face close to hers, destroying the distance between their lips. Iris moaned when she felt the initial contact of his rough mouth against hers. Her fingers tangled his hair as their tongues darted and danced in each other’s mouths in a passionate exploration.
Damien slammed her against the opposite wall. Iris gasped, tilting her head back. Damien leaned over and kissed the hollow of her neck. As he started to suck on her flesh, his teeth grazed her skin. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping from her lips. Her fingers tightened around his hair as she pushed his head down to her chest.
He effortlessly reached behind her and unzipped her dress. The shoulder straps fell away and exposed her bare breasts. He grinned hungrily at her before he suddenly leaned over, taking one of her large, puffy nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily and Iris’ moans grew louder as she arched her back and wrapped her legs around Damien’s waist.
He grabbed her ass and hoisted her up. His lips continued to move along her full breast. His hand wandered up her dress, getting closer and closer to her already soaked pussy. Iris’ cheeks were red as she whimpered for him. With her hands, she demanded Damien to keep pleasuring her tits. “Don’t stop”, she commanded him as she started to grind her hips into his, feeling his growing erection through the thin material of his dress pants.
He suddenly pulled away. His eyes were mischievous and dark. “Be careful of what you wish for.” He warned her, right before yanking off her panties with a single flick of his wrist. He dropped the torn piece of fabric down the stairwell, watching it disappear down the dark shaft. “That’s better.” He grinned, his lips moving onto her neck, approaching her ear.
“Oh yeah?” Iris taunted weakly. Her hormones were getting the best of her. She could feel lust bubbling from deep within her, threatening to explode at any moment. She couldn’t control herself any longer. Her fingers tore at his shirt, trying to rip it off his body. His hands moved along her curves, taking every inch of her as he rammed her into the wall yet again.
She tried to stifle her cries, but couldn’t. Her dress was bunched up around her waist as his fingers traced her clit before they deftly spread her moist lips apart. He let a finger slip deep inside of her wet pussy. She clutched onto his shirt, bunching it up in her fists as her whole body shook with pleasure. She was covered in goosebumps. Her nipples had turned into hard little nubs. “Fuck me… please”, she begged.
“We’re just getting started,” Damien murmured as his lips wandered along her collarbone, his actions were slow and teasing. He was playing her body like a violin, carefully winding her up and waiting for her to snap. His teeth nibbled on her flesh as he pushed a second finger inside of her, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs.
Iris bucked her hips, trying to get his fingers to venture even deeper inside. He continued to tease her. He stared at her face and watched her expression as he hooked his fingers in her velvet folds rhythmically, careful not to send her over the edge. She clenched her teeth and curled her toes. She reached down, fumbling with the clasp of his pants. She had to have him. Now!
Finally, she managed to unbutton his pants. They fell to his ankles. Iris looked down to see a large tent pitched in his boxer briefs. She grinned, her hand slowly sneaking inside until it found his throbbing dick. Her soft palm slid along its length.
“Mmm…” He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head in pure bliss. His cock twitched in her hand, waiting for her to make her next move. She grinned, noting the effect she was having on him. She continued to stroke him, faster now. Her fingertips caressed the smooth surface until she took his tip between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. Damien’s moans grew louder as primal instincts welled up inside him.
He slammed Iris into the wall once more. Now it was he who couldn’t wait. She gasped, her back arching at the impact. Holding her with one arm, he yanked down his boxers and rubbed himself against her entrance. They looked into each other’s eyes. Iris felt her heart skipping a beat as she found herself drowning in a sea of hazel. Their faces drew closer and met in a passionate kiss.
Subtly, Damien managed to pull out a condom from his wallet and slide it onto his length as their kiss intensified, taking their breath away. Right before she could pull away, Damien rammed inside of her. Iris gas
ped, feeling him fill every inch of her. She clung to him, her tight pussy expanding to accommodate his thick girth. Slowly, Damien started to move in and out of her, keeping a steady rhythm before he picked up the pace, going faster and faster, his head buried in her neck.
Iris’ moans echoed through the stairwell. The sound of their heavy breathing soon turned into a cacophony of grunts and moans. Iris could feel his cock grow larger inside of her with each pulse. As Damien picked up the pace, he could hear her juices make a slurping sound as he thrust deeper into her.
“Fuck… I’m going to cum.” Iris called out, pulling at Damien’s hair. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head in ecstasy as she shivered with delight. “Fuck me harder, please!” She cried out once more as Damien kept ramming into her, harder and harder.
Damien lost all control. He fucked her with an animalistic lust he had never felt before. Desire coursed deep inside of his veins as he forced every inch of himself inside her wet pussy. Soon, however, it became too much for him. With his fingers tight around her hips, he let out a long, drawn-out groan that reverberated off the walls.
He held her tight and soon after her waves of pleasure subsided he came hard inside of his condom, twitching against her quivering pussy. Blown away, he eased his grip on Iris, She felt weightless after her earth-shattering orgasm. Her heart was racing, her head was spinning and her cheeks were flushed. She breathed hard, leaning against Damien, his cock slowly easing out of her tight folds.
Eventually, she gathered herself together. She pulled her dress back into place, zipped the back and smoothed the front. “Thanks. It was nice to meet you, Damien.” She smirked and said, “Just what the doctor ordered. I needed that.”
She picked up her purse from the floor. She checked her makeup in her compact and refreshed her lips. Damien buttoned his pants and ran his fingers through his short hair. He watched as she fumbled inside her purse for a pen and scrap of paper. She quickly scribbled something on the paper and folded it neatly before placing it in the pocket of his jacket. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Without saying another word to him, she turned her back to him, adjusted her heels again and made her way back to the exhibition.
With the sound of the door’s thud, he quickly pulled out the piece of paper and looked at it.
Call me!
(678) 777- 0909
Natasha <3
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Book Description
WHEN OLIVIA REDWOOD bets on long-shot race car driver Jacob Teller, the last thing she expects is to walk away with a windfall─let alone the driver himself.
With Olivia by his side, Jacob’s luck changes and he starts winning every competition he enters. He becomes a part of the upper echelon of his sport and invites Olivia to come along for the ride.
But when tragedy strikes, Olivia is forced to re-evaluate her relationship with Jacob and reconsider exactly how far she’s willing to go to keep him.
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Warning: This book contains some hot and steamy sex scenes. Intended for 18+ readers only.
CHAPTER ONE
Olivia
“COME ON, OLIVIA. Hurry up!” My best friend Katie called out to me from down the hall. Seconds later, she was standing in the doorway, peering into the bathroom, watching me put my makeup on.
She rolled her eyes. “C’mon, we’re gonna be late!”
“Hang on,” I said. I squinted at my reflection in the mirror and took my time, leaning in closer to get a better look.
“At this rate, we’re never going to get out of here!”
“I can’t get my winged liner right,” I tugged at the delicate fold of my eye. “See? This one is always crooked! I can never ever get it even.”
Katie let out an exaggerated sigh. “I’ll have grey hair by the time we leave.”
“Well, aren’t you the drama queen?”
“It’ll be all your fault if I never know love and die an old maid—just because you couldn’t get it together to leave the house on time.”
I looked at her through the mirror and raised an eyebrow. She looked super cute and sporty in her cut-off shorts and tank top. “You? An old maid? I think not. You’re way too cute for that to happen.”
She groaned and stamped her feet.
“And you think you’ll actually meet your Mr. Right at the racetrack? That’s so unlike you!”
“You never know. You have to be open to the possibility that anything can happen at any time and anywhere.”
“Right.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Seriously, aren’t there something like, fifty races?”
“Oh my God! Didn’t you read anything about Daytona?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I really don’t see what the big deal is.”
I wiped the makeup from my lids to start over again and tossed the soiled wipe behind me but missed the trash. It made a wet squelchy sound when it made contact with the floor. I glanced over my shoulder to see where it landed on the tile and shrugged before turning back to face the mirror.
“Duh! Because we’re going to the races today,” Katie perched herself on top of the vanity next to the sink. “Come on, Liv. This is going to be a ton of fun and you know it.”
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Katie. She’s my girl, but why did she have to make these plans when she knew I was broke? I turned to face her while I shook the mascara tube to get the last bit out.
“Why couldn’t we just go to the beach?” I asked as I leaned over the sink and gently swept the brush over the tips of my lashes. “After all, the beach doesn’t cost anything.” I grumbled under my breath.
“Oh Liv, I’m sorry.” Katie apologized. I glanced over at her and immediately felt a twinge of guilt in my stomach when I saw the crestfallen expression on her face. Oh crap. I totally shouldn’t have said that.
“You don’t have to worry about today, babe. I’ve got you covered for beer.”
Goddamit. This sucked. I hated being poor. Katie was the sweetest, most awesome friend in the world. I was pretty sure I didn’t deserve her.
“No, you don’t have to.” I told her. “I’ve still got some cash in savings. And I’ve got a hundred bucks in my wallet.”
“But I want to,” said Katie.
Again, did I tell you how much I <3 her? Even though the crisp tens and fives felt like a wad of money in my wallet, I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I thought about the sad state of my bank account.
I’d just been laid off from yet another crappy receptionist job. It wasn’t exactly a surprise as they’d been cutting my hours steadily for weeks now. Still, even though I hated the job, I couldn’t help but feel cheated by it.
Most twenty-five year olds, at least the ones I knew were getting their shit together. They were serious about their careers and had serious relationships. Some were even starting to settle down with husbands, children and starter homes.
It’s not as if I envied them their big diamond engagement rings, crying babies, or mortgages… but truth be told, I did sometimes wish I’d been more serious about school.
“Olivia, you’ll be fine.” Katie smiled at me reassuringly. “Hey, you know Karen told me that her job is hiring. You want me to text her and ask about it?”
“She works nights,” I said. “I can’t do that.”
“Really?” Katie looked up at me. “Can’t or don’t want to?”
I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not that des
perate yet.” I was, but I didn’t want to admit right now and to Katie nonetheless that I might have to lower my standards if I wanted to make rent this month.
“Well, just remember beggars can’t always be choosers,” Katie said as she inspected her nails. She swung her legs impatiently. “God, Liv. Hurry up, please! We’re gonna miss all the races!”
I wiped my eyes free of makeup again and touched up my brows with a pencil. Normally, I would have spent a lot more time on my appearance, but I could tell Katie’s patience was wearing thin. I wasn’t exactly vain, but I didn’t like leaving the house unless I thought I looked somewhat put together. But since we were just going to a bunch of local races at the Daytona racetrack, I figured it wouldn’t matter. After all, in an hour, I’d be sweating in sunglasses and a sun hat. Who’d care if I had eyeliner on or not?
“Okay, let’s get out of here. Let me just find my shoes.”
Katie followed me through my apartment as I searched for my favorite pair of sandals, which I eventually found at the bottom of a huge pile of shoes.
“It looks like you just moved in,” Katie said as she surveyed the mess in my apartment. “You ever gonna make up your mind if you’re gonna stay here or not?”
I wrinkled my nose at her. “It kind of all depends on if I can find another job,” I said, grabbing my purse and keys while opening the door. “I mean, I love the beach. I like Florida a lot. But I’ve been here for a while. Maybe life would be better somewhere else.”
“Girl, you have the worst commitment issues ever!” Katie said as we walked out into the bright sunshine.
“I’m not that bad.” I tugged at the straps of my white cotton mini sundress. I was going for a boho-chic, innocent flower child kind of look today.
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