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Picture Perfect (bk 2) Limelight Series
It was just another Saturday night in downtown Norfolk. After the week I’d had, I definitely needed to let off some steam and I found just the chick I was hoping to do it with. I’d spotted her right away, as I’m sure most of the men at Fahrenheit nightclub had that night. If you were male, had a pulse, and were of the heterosexual variety, this woman was on your radar.
I stood off to the side of the dance floor, nursing a beer, just watching her. Her long blond hair swung around her as she danced with her friend. There was no give on her leather pants or the white halter top that showcased part of her tight stomach. They should outlaw clinging leather pants on women that looked like her. It made for misfiring synapses in the male brain.
She was grinding to the beat of the music, shaking her ass back and forth, when her friend leaned in and said something to her and she stopped moving. Damn. I’d been enjoying that. Thanks, friend.
They finished talking and she stood there for a second, then slowly turned and locked eyes with me. I don’t know how she knew I’d been watching her, but I wasn’t embarrassed about it in the least. I grinned back at her and let my eyes roam freely over the expanse of her curves, mentally undressing her with my eyes. She quickly looked away.
She surprised me by dancing even more seductively than she had before, running her hands up and down the side of her body and almost bending in half so that her considerable back assets were on full display. It might have been wishful thinking but I’d swear she was putting on the show for me, knowing I’d be watching. And I sure as fuck was. That is, until I glanced at my watch and realized the time.
Shit. I had to make a quick business call to the West Coast to confirm the day and time for an upcoming conference call. Regretfully, this babe was going to have to wait until later. I knew the bouncer so stepping outside to make the call and getting back in wasn’t going to be an issue. I took one last look behind me as I made my way to the exit, committing this girl to memory.
When I returned, she was no longer on the dance floor. I looked around and after a few minutes of searching, I found her at the bar with some seriously drunk shithead saddled up next to her. It was clear from her body language and the scowl on her face that she wasn’t enjoying the attention. I approached to overhear her say to him, “Never. Going. To. Happen.”
The drunk bastard’s face morphed with rage and he moved closer to her. “You fucking—”
My caveman instinct kicked in. “I believe the lady said she wasn’t interested, buddy. Why don’t you move on your way?” He looked confused for a second and then wobbled around slowly to face me. The girl did the same and it was impossible not to notice her puckered nipples beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. I sent a small thanks up to God for shirts that couldn’t be worn with bras. Her eyes widened when she looked at me.
She opened her mouth to say something and stopped abruptly to look down at herself.
Holy fuck! The fucking asshole had puked all over her! She ran off in the direction of the bathrooms, while I manhandled the idiot over to the bouncer and filled him in on what had happened. Then I went back to wait for her outside the bathroom to make sure she was okay.
About twenty minutes later, she poked her head out the door, peeked in the hallway, and started to make her way back into the bar. I spoke from the shadows at the end of the hall. “You okay?” She swung around to face me and immediately crossed her hands over her chest and took a step toward me. “When you didn’t come right back out, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” I said by way of explaining what I was doing lurking in the dark. “I told the bouncer what happened. That guy’s already eating concrete.” I stepped closer to her and saw that her white shirt was completely soaked with water, transparent, and clinging to her. Fuck.
“You may want to back up. I’ve rinsed myself off head to toe, but I can’t guarantee that I don’t still smell like puke,” she said.
“I’ll take my chances.” And I would. I was drawn to her—completely. I needed to touch her. The chemistry between us was like a pulsing, living being. I took her wrists in my hands and unfolded them from her chest. Fuck me but her the shape of her tits was clear and her puckered nipples were visible through the wet fabric. What I wouldn’t give to feel the weight of her tits in my hands right now and run my tongue around her nipples.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
“Enjoying the view.” I raised a hand and lightly thumbed one of her nipples, flicking back and forth. My cock was at full mast now and straining the confines of my pants. I brushed my hand along her collarbone, then slid it underneath her golden locks to cup the back of her neck. Our eyes met and even in the darkness of the hallway I saw that she had the most incredible blue eyes. The need I was feeling was reflected back.
I couldn’t wait another second to know what she tasted like. I crushed my lips to hers and she tasted as sweet as I knew she would.
Pressing my hard cock into her, I cupped that ass that had been driving me crazy all fucking night with both of my hands and squeezed tight. She rubbed her body against mine as my tongue explored every inch of her mouth. Her hand came between us to grip my dick through my pants and she rubbed up and down my shaft. I just about lost my shit right there, and if someone hadn’t chosen that exact moment to exit the men’s room, I very well may have stripped her down and fucked her against the back wall of that hallway.
Whoever it was mumbled something and then went on their way but it was too late, the spell we’d both been under had been broken and she pulled away.
“Oh, um…sorry.” She appeared flustered now and not in the sexual sort-of way I wanted, but in the what-the-hell-am-I-doing-I-have-to-get-out-of-here way. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
I grabbed her wrist before she could leave. “No, wait.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t me. I don’t do this kind of thing.”
I reached down to adjust my package because I was seriously uncomfortable now and her eyes followed my movements. “Don’t run off. You’re not seriously going to leave me like this, are you?” I motioned in the direction of my junk. It wasn’t my finest moment but in my sexual haze, I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say.
“I didn’t mean to lead you on…I just…” Before I could think of something to convince her to stay, she’d already run down the hallway.
It wasn’t until my erection had subsided and blood flow returned to my brain that I realized I didn’t even know her name.
I stood off to the side of the dance floor, nursing a beer, just watching her. Her long blond hair swung around her as she danced with her friend. There was no give on her leather pants or the white halter top that showcased part of her tight stomach. They should outlaw clinging leather pants on women that looked like her. It made for misfiring synapses in the male brain.
She was grinding to the beat of the music, shaking her ass back and forth, when her friend leaned in and said something to her and she stopped moving. Damn. I’d been enjoying that. Thanks, friend.
They finished talking and she stood there for a second, then slowly turned and locked eyes with me. I don’t know how she knew I’d been watching her, but I wasn’t embarrassed about it in the least. I grinned back at her and let my eyes roam freely over the expanse of her curves, mentally undressing her with my eyes. She quickly looked away.
She surprised me by dancing even more seductively than she had before, running her hands up and down the side of her body and almost bending in half so that her considerable back assets were on full display. It might have been wishful thinking but I’d swear she was putting on the show for me, knowing I’d be watching. And I sure as fuck was. That is, until I glanced at my watch and realized the time.
Shit. I had to make a quick business call to the West Coast to confirm the day and time for an upcoming conference call. Regretfully, this babe was going to have to wait until later. I knew the bouncer so stepping outside to make the call and getting back in wasn’t going to be an issue. I took one last look behind me as I made my way to the exit, committing this girl to memory.
When I returned, she was no longer on the dance floor. I looked around and after a few minutes of searching, I found her at the bar with some seriously drunk shithead saddled up next to her. It was clear from her body language and the scowl on her face that she wasn’t enjoying the attention. I approached to overhear her say to him, “Never. Going. To. Happen.”
The drunk bastard’s face morphed with rage and he moved closer to her. “You fucking—”
My caveman instinct kicked in. “I believe the lady said she wasn’t interested, buddy. Why don’t you move on your way?” He looked confused for a second and then wobbled around slowly to face me. The girl did the same and it was impossible not to notice her puckered nipples beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. I sent a small thanks up to God for shirts that couldn’t be worn with bras. Her eyes widened when she looked at me.
She opened her mouth to say something and stopped abruptly to look down at herself.
Holy fuck! The fucking asshole had puked all over her! She ran off in the direction of the bathrooms, while I manhandled the idiot over to the bouncer and filled him in on what had happened. Then I went back to wait for her outside the bathroom to make sure she was okay.
About twenty minutes later, she poked her head out the door, peeked in the hallway, and started to make her way back into the bar. I spoke from the shadows at the end of the hall. “You okay?” She swung around to face me and immediately crossed her hands over her chest and took a step toward me. “When you didn’t come right back out, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” I said by way of explaining what I was doing lurking in the dark. “I told the bouncer what happened. That guy’s already eating concrete.” I stepped closer to her and saw that her white shirt was completely soaked with water, transparent, and clinging to her. Fuck.
“You may want to back up. I’ve rinsed myself off head to toe, but I can’t guarantee that I don’t still smell like puke,” she said.
“I’ll take my chances.” And I would. I was drawn to her—completely. I needed to touch her. The chemistry between us was like a pulsing, living being. I took her wrists in my hands and unfolded them from her chest. Fuck me but her the shape of her tits was clear and her puckered nipples were visible through the wet fabric. What I wouldn’t give to feel the weight of her tits in my hands right now and run my tongue around her nipples.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
“Enjoying the view.” I raised a hand and lightly thumbed one of her nipples, flicking back and forth. My cock was at full mast now and straining the confines of my pants. I brushed my hand along her collarbone, then slid it underneath her golden locks to cup the back of her neck. Our eyes met and even in the darkness of the hallway I saw that she had the most incredible blue eyes. The need I was feeling was reflected back.
I couldn’t wait another second to know what she tasted like. I crushed my lips to hers and she tasted as sweet as I knew she would.
Pressing my hard cock into her, I cupped that ass that had been driving me crazy all fucking night with both of my hands and squeezed tight. She rubbed her body against mine as my tongue explored every inch of her mouth. Her hand came between us to grip my dick through my pants and she rubbed up and down my shaft. I just about lost my shit right there, and if someone hadn’t chosen that exact moment to exit the men’s room, I very well may have stripped her down and fucked her against the back wall of that hallway.
Whoever it was mumbled something and then went on their way but it was too late, the spell we’d both been under had been broken and she pulled away.
“Oh, um…sorry.” She appeared flustered now and not in the sexual sort-of way I wanted, but in the what-the-hell-am-I-doing-I-have-to-get-out-of-here way. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
I grabbed her wrist before she could leave. “No, wait.”
She shook her head. “This isn’t me. I don’t do this kind of thing.”
I reached down to adjust my package because I was seriously uncomfortable now and her eyes followed my movements. “Don’t run off. You’re not seriously going to leave me like this, are you?” I motioned in the direction of my junk. It wasn’t my finest moment but in my sexual haze, I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say.
“I didn’t mean to lead you on…I just…” Before I could think of something to convince her to stay, she’d already run down the hallway.
It wasn’t until my erection had subsided and blood flow returned to my brain that I realized I didn’t even know her name.
Book Summary & Purchase Link
*****THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE*****
Being the daughter of a big-city mayor, twenty-one year old Skye Summers has giant shoes to fill in her first real job out of college. With the public spotlight on her family, and her dad’s expectations running high, she jumps at the chance to work side-by-side on an important project with her sexy new boss.
Playboy entrepreneur Landon Steele has built a successful entertainment PR firm and broken more than a few hearts along the way. He’s counting on his enthusiastic new assistant to help him expand his business into LA… until he discovers she’s a pampered rich girl who’s in the public spotlight as much as his famous clients. Still, he agrees to give her a chance, and soon the two are heating up the bedroom as well as the boardroom.
But when Skye’s ex-boyfriend threatens to reveal a dangerous secret from her past, her job, relationship with Landon, and her father’s career are suddenly all on the line. Will she be forced to leave Landon? Or will she pursue her heart, regardless of the cost?
***Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.***
Being the daughter of a big-city mayor, twenty-one year old Skye Summers has giant shoes to fill in her first real job out of college. With the public spotlight on her family, and her dad’s expectations running high, she jumps at the chance to work side-by-side on an important project with her sexy new boss.
Playboy entrepreneur Landon Steele has built a successful entertainment PR firm and broken more than a few hearts along the way. He’s counting on his enthusiastic new assistant to help him expand his business into LA… until he discovers she’s a pampered rich girl who’s in the public spotlight as much as his famous clients. Still, he agrees to give her a chance, and soon the two are heating up the bedroom as well as the boardroom.
But when Skye’s ex-boyfriend threatens to reveal a dangerous secret from her past, her job, relationship with Landon, and her father’s career are suddenly all on the line. Will she be forced to leave Landon? Or will she pursue her heart, regardless of the cost?
***Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.***
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***THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE***
All publicity is good publicity, right? Unless you’re recent college grad Ellie Wagner and an embarrassing video of you and your boyfriend goes viral. Every man in your life abandons you, but who knew a one-minute clip of your latest doomed relationship would brand you a slut, prevent you from getting your perfect job, and force you to keep doing the one thing you swore you’d never do again…live with your mother.
But staying with mom and her latest boy-toy (is this husband number four or five?) until your life turns around might not be all bad. Especially when you fall – literally – at the feet of a sexy, green-eyed stranger who offers you freedom and a life of luxury on a gold-rimmed platter.
There’s only one little problem – the man of your dreams is none other than Mason Nash, the latest hip-hop star busting up the music charts. Fame and fortune are his calling cards and he’s vying to steal the show on a new reality TV series that will catapult him into mainstream stardom. Hello spotlight.
The man behind the famous persona is perfect for Ellie in every way, but can she overcome the ugly pitfalls that come with Mason's celebrity status? Or will she be forced to choose between the man she loves and the independent life she longs for? After all, fame and fortune aren’t always what they seem and not all publicity is good publicity…
***Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.***
All publicity is good publicity, right? Unless you’re recent college grad Ellie Wagner and an embarrassing video of you and your boyfriend goes viral. Every man in your life abandons you, but who knew a one-minute clip of your latest doomed relationship would brand you a slut, prevent you from getting your perfect job, and force you to keep doing the one thing you swore you’d never do again…live with your mother.
But staying with mom and her latest boy-toy (is this husband number four or five?) until your life turns around might not be all bad. Especially when you fall – literally – at the feet of a sexy, green-eyed stranger who offers you freedom and a life of luxury on a gold-rimmed platter.
There’s only one little problem – the man of your dreams is none other than Mason Nash, the latest hip-hop star busting up the music charts. Fame and fortune are his calling cards and he’s vying to steal the show on a new reality TV series that will catapult him into mainstream stardom. Hello spotlight.
The man behind the famous persona is perfect for Ellie in every way, but can she overcome the ugly pitfalls that come with Mason's celebrity status? Or will she be forced to choose between the man she loves and the independent life she longs for? After all, fame and fortune aren’t always what they seem and not all publicity is good publicity…
***Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.***
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