By: Casey Crow
Hard to believe summer is upon us. Where did the first half of 2013 go? One of the best things about summertime for me is hanging out at the beach, and luckily, I live near the coast. I love a good beach read - nothing too dark, just fun, and above all else, SEXY. My f/m erotic DANCE WITH A
MILLIONAIRE will definitely fit the bill and turn up the heat.
Southern belle
Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing
she lands the upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod
Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected.
Campbell is determined
to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, but the
dazzling attorney she meets at a gala proves to be a major distraction
especially when he ends up being her professor in a college class she’s taking
in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that
doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the
vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for
her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she
thought was the love of her life.
Here’s an ADULT EXCERPT to tempt you further:
“Bel-la.” Rod gathered her tighter and simply hugged her,
burying his face in her hair.
For a second, the world stopped and her heart melted as he
pressed his chest into hers. His woodsy, clean scent blended with the lemony
smell of his starched shirt. She heard him inhale deeply, and the loneliness
over the past few weeks faded away. Spreading her fingers wide, she slid them
into the softness of his hair before gliding down to knead the muscles of his
upper back.
“You’re tense.”
“I’m sexually frustrated.” His mouth found her earlobe. The
metal on her earring clanked against his teeth. She let out a low chuckle.
“Me, too.”
“You smell like lavender and vanilla and taste cinnamony and
sweet.”
“Then eat me up.”
“I intend to.” His palm slipped to her breast, giving it a
firm squeeze before rubbing her nipple through the coat.
The satin lining stimulated her nipples further. “Hmm,” she
moaned as her head fell back, and she arched into his hand. Rod granted her silent
request, tugging at the knot at her waist and pushing the coat off her
shoulders. His eyebrows shot up at seeing her unclothed. A large grin stretched
across his beautiful mouth, his lips full and moist from kissing her.
“Come to my office and sit on my lap anytime.” He bent to
lick a nipple.
She dug her nails into his back. “Yes, darlin’.”
“Patience, princess.” His tongue twirled around her areola
as he squeezed her other breast. Switching his lips to it, he sucked the entire
thing into this mouth.
His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy
with its nearness. Shifting her weight, she rotated her hips so his dick
touched her clit. She was dying to have his long, hot, velvety dick deep inside
her, stretching her wide. Her juices dripped in anticipation. “More,” she said,
hoping to hurry him up. He groaned his approval and slid his fingers to her
pussy, parting the folds, and rolling her clit back and forth with the tip of
his finger. Sensations exploded, shattering her composure into a million pieces
then melting them into a warm, liquid pool of satisfaction that heated her
skin. Every nerve ending, every cell seemed attuned to his touch.
She moaned so loudly he raised a finger to her lips in a
shushing gesture. Her response was to take it into her mouth and suck. God,
she’d never felt such abandonment, such freedom at acting like a—what was the
word? Siren. Yes, Campbell had discovered a side of herself she’d never known
existed. Rod had coaxed a bit out in Italy, but now she felt all her
inhibitions slip away. She wanted to show him that she was as wild and sexy as
his other women.
Her fingers worked in desperate, quick movements to loosen
his tie and undo his buttons. She pulled the shirt from his pants, spread the
material, and dipped her head to taste his nipples. When she began to unbuckle
his belt, he stilled her.
“Tell me you’re kidding.”
“It’s my turn, you seductive minx.” He reached behind her
and sent papers flying to the floor. Circling his hands around her hips, he
lifted her onto the desk.
Raising her foot to
his chest, she lightly speared him in the heart with her stiletto. He grabbed
her ankle and deposited her foot on the arm of his massive leather chair. He
did the same with her other leg then, running his hands from her calves to her
knees, he pushed her legs wide. And feasted.
“Rod!” she gasped when his tongue made one long lick up her
slit.
“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.” He spread her folds with
his fingers as his tongue streaked over her nub. “Hmm. You taste good. Always
wondered what a girl raised on Southern sunshine would taste like.” He kissed
her inner thigh and went back to licking her clit.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
He made a hushing sound.
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. Asking her to be quiet was
like telling her to go catch some minnows by hand.
His tongue lapped and brushed her sensitive spot, sending
her into a spiraling need. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pressing his face
harder into her pussy. He slipped his tongue into her hole. Her head spun, but
he gave her no mercy as he pulled out to suck a pussy lip.
He tugged, gently scraping his teeth over it then making a
smacking sound as he released it. “So long,” he mumbled before pulling the
other into his mouth and repeating the exquisite procedure. Rod slipped his thumb into her hole, rotating
his wrist as he pumped her. His tongue returned to her clit, jiggling it back
and forth. Her legs quivered and threatened to slip off the chair. She draped
them over his shoulders. He stuck a hand under her ass and lifted her hips off
the desk. Campbell crossed her ankles, trapping him between her legs and
gyrating her hips as fulfillment closed in.
“Please, darlin’. Make me c–come,” she begged between pants.
He sucked like nobody’s business and swallowed her passion
as she came fast. Rod reached to cover her mouth with his hand as she screamed
and shuddered violently. He continued to lap up her pussy juices.
Holy fuck. Campbell thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
As her contractions slowed, he stood, causing her legs to
straighten against the length of his body. He got his pants off enough for his
cock to spring free. Positioning the head at her entrance, he plunged deep.
She watched him bite his lip. “Not so easy to keep quiet, is
it?”
******
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