Naughty Nov. With Cari Quinn
Blurb:
Briefs are Elena Thomas's life, whether they're legal at her day job or on the men in the erotic novels she writes. She's just fine with saving her imagination for her books until temptation appears in the form of Nunzio, the smokin'-hot office IT guy. When he discovers one of her scorching books shooting out of the printer, Elena's not sure if he wants her because she's inventive or because he thinks she's desperate. That doesn't stop her from taking advantage of his "services".
On her desk. On the copier. And, oh yeah—in her boss's chair.
Nunzio's shocked to learn Elena's wall-hugging persona hides a wildcat of a woman with delicious fantasies and an enticing wit. She's exactly what he's been looking for in an adventurous lover—and girlfriend. He knows she enjoys their sexual research. Now he just has to convince her that sizzling sex is only the first chapter of their blazing-hot romance.
Excerpt:
Nunzio flicked her nipple until she gasped. "Are you wearing panties?"
"A thong."
This was new. "Are they wet?"
She roped her fingers around the base of his cock, a sinuous vine that curled tighter and tighter. "See for yourself."
He helped her out of her pants and shoes then molded his hands to the plump globes of her ass. Skin as soft as the most precious silk warmed under his strokes. He explored the thin strip of fabric between her cheeks, following the path up to the tiny knotted strings at each hip. He lifted a brow, easing back slightly to gaze down at her. He wouldn't have guessed she owned anything that skimpy. That she dressed so provocatively underneath her business clothes only added one more layer to an already appealing package.
Then again, he didn't really know her. Not yet. But he would.
"What do you think?" she asked, taking his hand and sliding it between thighs already saturated with her arousal.
She arched as he toyed with the damp strip of material between her legs, tearing a moan from her as the material twisted against her sensitive flesh. "I think you're drenched."
Appreciation for that fact made him eager and clumsy, and it took him more than one try to get her underwear off. Finally he touched the quivering heart of her. That she was so pliant and trusting in his arms only made him want her more.
He swallowed her breathy moans as the slick wetness of her sex drew his finger deep. While he explored her, he matched the rhythm of his kisses to his movements, coaxing her tongue into his mouth until he could suck on her the way her pussy sucked at his digit.
Her dark eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks when he pushed two fingers in, her body clenching from the fresh intrusion. So damn tight. His breath caught as he felt the first flutters along her inner walls. He loved hearing her throaty moans as he made her come. Loved everything about being with her. The way she threw her head back, the way her eyes glittered, the musky perfume of their joining.
He was addicted to her. And already he knew he was in too deep.
"Fuck me. Please."
As if she had to ask.
