Thought readers might like a little naughty to go with their lunch.*
*Please note the excerpt below is for 18+ yrs. old and may not be suitable to read at your office desk. Discretion is advised.
A guilty pleasure.
A wicked desire.
A lusty kink.
A hidden fetish.
Everyone
has a few naughty little secrets. All of Stacie Purcell's secrets are
in the red story binder she keeps in her messenger bag. An aspiring
writer, Stacie dreams of the day her sexy stories will get published.
But when she misplaces her binder, she is frantic, worried she'll never
see it again. Desperate to get it back, she’s willing to do whatever it
takes.
Tyler Murchison can't help noticing the cute little blond
in his car repair shop's waiting room, her nose buried in her red
binder. Closing up for the night, he discovers a not-so-innocent piece
of paper and a mysterious messenger bag in the waiting room.
Intrigued
by the drawings of sexual positions and the erotic fantasies Stacie
weaves in her stories, he returns the binder, and offers Stacie a chance
to experience all the incredible sexual delights she writes about.
But can a single night of wild, passionate sex lead to something more?
Excerpt from Naughty Little Secrets
©2012 Cassandra Curtis. All rights reserved.
Tyler watched as Stacie came into the work area, and ran her fingers over the fin tail of a customer’s 1959 Chevy Impala.
“I like the old automobiles. They had more style and class, don’t you think?”
“They were beauties.” He laced his fingers through hers and tried guiding her across the garage bay and back to his office, but she pushed him back against the old car, her hands snaking around his neck as she kissed him.
He loved how she took control of the kiss, her hands caressing the back of his neck. Playing with the ends of his hair and tugging on his head the slightest bit. Maybe she wasn’t as shy as she’d first seemed and was really a tigress in lamb’s clothing.
When she came up for air, she began unbuttoning his shirt, smoothing her hands over his chest, and untucked the ends of the material from his pants. “Stacie, what are you doing?”
“Research. That is what you suggested, right? Tonight I want to learn all about auto erotica.”
Ty forced back a surprised laugh, wondering if he should explain and take a chance on exposing how naive she really was, or go with it and let her take him for a test drive? He almost made a corny joke about her riding his stick shift, when he realized her very industrious fingers had unbuttoned the fly on his jeans.
He groaned, gripping Stacie’s hips and tried turning her around. She countered by wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing her heat against him, and making him half crazy. Ty swooped down for another kiss, his lips and tongue plundering her mouth.
Remembering his dream from the night before, he swiveled with her in his arms, over to the next car in the garage, a blue mid-size, and took her hands in his own. Ty stretched her arms above her head.
“Don’t move.” Ty unbuttoned her blouse one-handed, glancing up at her to see her reaction. If she said no or stop, he’d have to honor her wishes. But he sure didn’t want to stop, no matter what he thought earlier about being a gentleman and taking it slow. Ty groaned, seeing the lacy cups of her bra and the soft, curved perfection almost spilling over the top. He straddled her, burying his face in the shadowy valley of her cleavage, pressing kisses along the satin contour.
Naughty Little Secrets by Cassandra Curtis, available at all major ebook retailers.
