Excerpt-Concealment (The Cassano Series, Book 1)
Below is a hot excerpt from Concealment, releasing January 23rd! You can read all about it and pre-order here: www.amzn.com/B00Q26UE0M
Victoria's POV:
I’m sprawled out on Adrian Cassano’s dining room table. It’s now questionable if I’m worthy of my career in law enforcement.
His fingers stroke my wet panties, causing me to gasp. My eyes open, and he’s piercing me with a lascivious gaze. Hooking his fingers over the top of the satiny fabric, he inches them along my legs and up over my knees until he’s lifting each foot to remove them.
Even though I’m headed straight toward a brick wall, I can’t bring myself to hit the brakes. Adrian will believe this was an act. I was truly engaged during our many in-depth conversations.
He’s intelligent, interesting and caring. I genuinely find humor in his witty remarks and miss his presence when he’s not near, yet he won’t believe any of it. He’ll think it was all pretend.
There is only a collision ahead, but I can’t stop it. I’m selfish, wanting the attention he gives me. Adrian’s touch is addictive, the anticipation alone igniting a high … an exhilarating rush to ride on.
“Tell me to touch you, Victoria. Aside from your soaked pussy giving it away, convince me you want this.” His voice is controlled yet commanding.
“I want you to touch me. Fuck, please, touch me now …” I’m breathless, my words uttered with desperation. Two fingers slip into me as his other hand slides up the outside of my leg. It snakes around my knee, and his lips tenderly kiss the inside of it.
Fingers move in time with his thumb that is rubbing circles of pleasure, provoking shameless moans to leave my dry mouth. An animalistic sound rattles Adrian’s chest, his earnest stare still anchored to mine. His hand moves from my knee and massages my breast.
“Mmmm,” I hum. The pleasure heightens as he twists my nipple and tugs on it. All at once, an orgasm takes hold. “Adrian.”
“Come, Victoria. Come on my fingers. God, I’m dying to fuck you.”
Victoria's POV:
I’m sprawled out on Adrian Cassano’s dining room table. It’s now questionable if I’m worthy of my career in law enforcement.
His fingers stroke my wet panties, causing me to gasp. My eyes open, and he’s piercing me with a lascivious gaze. Hooking his fingers over the top of the satiny fabric, he inches them along my legs and up over my knees until he’s lifting each foot to remove them.
Even though I’m headed straight toward a brick wall, I can’t bring myself to hit the brakes. Adrian will believe this was an act. I was truly engaged during our many in-depth conversations.
He’s intelligent, interesting and caring. I genuinely find humor in his witty remarks and miss his presence when he’s not near, yet he won’t believe any of it. He’ll think it was all pretend.
There is only a collision ahead, but I can’t stop it. I’m selfish, wanting the attention he gives me. Adrian’s touch is addictive, the anticipation alone igniting a high … an exhilarating rush to ride on.
“Tell me to touch you, Victoria. Aside from your soaked pussy giving it away, convince me you want this.” His voice is controlled yet commanding.
“I want you to touch me. Fuck, please, touch me now …” I’m breathless, my words uttered with desperation. Two fingers slip into me as his other hand slides up the outside of my leg. It snakes around my knee, and his lips tenderly kiss the inside of it.
Fingers move in time with his thumb that is rubbing circles of pleasure, provoking shameless moans to leave my dry mouth. An animalistic sound rattles Adrian’s chest, his earnest stare still anchored to mine. His hand moves from my knee and massages my breast.
“Mmmm,” I hum. The pleasure heightens as he twists my nipple and tugs on it. All at once, an orgasm takes hold. “Adrian.”
“Come, Victoria. Come on my fingers. God, I’m dying to fuck you.”
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