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Monday Puzzler, March 6, 2017 - Here's to being a team player!
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Interesting conversation...! He definitely has the direct route taken. I have no idea what book this is though.
it seems familiar and sounds hotter than heck :)
Irisheyes wrote: "The answer is Rock Hard by Nalini Singh."OMG!! I got it right...YAY!! I really liked this one. :-)
Stacey is Sassy wrote: "Irisheyes wrote: "The answer is Rock Hard by Nalini Singh."OMG!! I got it right...YAY!! I really liked this one. :-)"
was it just steamy or was it erotica?
Leigh-Ayn wrote: "Stacey is Sassy wrote: "Irisheyes wrote: "The answer is Rock Hard by Nalini Singh."OMG!! I got it right...YAY!! I really liked this one. :-)"
was it just steamy or was it erotica?"
I read this one a while back but from what I remember it was definitely more steamy than erotic. He was more a bossy, liked to get his own way type than the let me spank you because I'm telling you it will feel good... ;-)
Stacey is Sassy wrote: "Leigh-Ayn wrote: "Stacey is Sassy wrote: "Irisheyes wrote: "The answer is Rock Hard by Nalini Singh."OMG!! I got it right...YAY!! I really liked this one. :-)"
was it just steamy..."
Yeah, he was an alpha trying to show the wounded heroine that she was courageous and strong. I really liked that team player comment and it stuck with me. The whole Rock Kiss series by Nalini Singh is pretty steamy, though.
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The words were so softly spoken that it took him a second to realize she’d answered his question. “It makes you feel claustrophobic?” he asked in an effort to get the exact parameters.
“Yes.”
“Any kind of crowding?”
“Sometimes… with you, it’s okay” – her eyes met his – “but I can’t predict when I’ll have a panic attack.” Her fingers clenched tight around the stem of her wineglass, Hero having opened a crisp white rather than a red because he knew heroine didn’t like red much.
“I want to crowd you,” he said, leaning back in his chair but maintaining the intimacy of the eye contact. “I want to pin you under me and fuck you hard, then I want to slam you up against pretty much every wall in this place. After which I want to bend you over my desk, my bed, this table. For starters.”
Heroine’s skin flushed a hot pink, then paled, then went red, her eyes sparking fire. “Did you not hear what I said?”
“I heard.” He took a sip of his wine. “I’m just telling you what we’ll be working toward. Any problems with my goals?”
Heroine wasn’t sure she wasn’t hallucinating. How could she possibly be at a glossy black dining table with her big, sexy boss, talking about sexual positions? It simply did not compute. Yet he was waiting for her answer with lazy male patience.
“I don’t know,” she said at last, and because this was a surreal, strange half dream, she admitted to her inadequacies. “I’m not very good at sex.”
Hero put down his wineglass and then he smiled that slow, sinful smile that made her nipples go tight and her body grow even more silkily damp – if he’d demanded her panties as he’d threatened, she’d have failed the test. Miserably.
“Ms. Heroine, no one is good or bad at sex by themselves,” he drawled. “It’s a team effort, and you know I’m a team player.”
Heroine’s breasts pushed against her bra. Those breasts weren’t huge by any stretch of the imagination, but right now they felt swollen and hot, achy in a way they’d never before felt. “What if I’m not?” she asked, fighting the memory of the things Richard had said to her, things she’d never told anyone, not even her best friend, she’d felt so much shame.
“I’m an excellent coach,” Hero said, steely eyes holding a heat that mesmerized. “One who always gets the best out of my players.” His foot brushed hers under the table. “I also have a close and very personal interest in making sure you perform to your full potential.”
Heroine was so out of her depth by now that she was barely treading water. Not only was she an emotional mess in general, she was so pitifully inexperienced that she’d no doubt embarrass herself if she tried anything with the man sitting across the table. The one who looked at her like he wanted to devour her in small, delicious bites.
“I have to go home,” she said, putting down her fork.
She couldn’t take any more, had hit her absolute limit.
Hero examined her with those incisive eyes. “I’ll drive you,” he said at last. “But finish your dinner first.”
“You’re not my boss here,” she snapped out of her frustration with herself, with the universe.
“Not in an employment sense,” he said. “But I do think you need some bossing around, especially when it comes to your health.”
Heroine had seen that look on Hero’s face before; it was the one that denoted no mercy in a negotiation. She thought about getting up and walking out, but regardless of her inability to handle him, she wanted to do every scandalous thing he’d suggested.
While that wasn’t going to happen, not with her panic attacks shutting things down more effectively than a cold shower, she could be with him a little longer. Even if he was being bossy and all around provocative. Truth was, she liked that about him, liked that he always treated her as if he believed she had the strength to stand against him.