Tempting Her Fake
Fiance
Julie Particka
Blurb:
A proposition leads to compromising
positions...
Journalist Stasia Grant needs a hero. Specifically one who
will help her humiliate her ex-husband after he publicly left her for another
woman. In Vegas for the biggest interview of her career, Stasia is grappling
with a broken heart, her cheating ex (and the other woman), and a serious need
for revenge. Her salvation comes from the most unlikely place― charming and
sexy-as-all-get-out action star Evan Stone.
After spending his life playing a superhero, Evan has a plan
for delicious satisfaction: a fake, week-long engagement. He'll not only show
Stasia's ex what he's missing but gain some sympathetic publicity to turn
around his image as a player. It's win-win for them both. But neither expected
the sizzling chemistry that erupts whenever they're together. Stepping out for
the paparazzi, Stasia and Evan are about to pull off the performance of a lifetime...but
will they fall for their own con?
Excerpt:
He helped her stand, and then he knelt, tugging off her
panties. Her skin glistened with sweat and her need. As he got ready to stand,
he swiped his tongue over her folds, and she shivered, sagging back against the
pool table. “Touch yourself for me. I want to watch you while I get a condom.”
When she didn’t move, he licked again and dragged her hand forward. “Touch
yourself, Stasia. Just the way you like.”
“I don’t—”
“Yes, you do. Everyone does. Only this time, you’re going to
do it for me.” On his feet again, he moved toward the couch and his abandoned
sweatpants, watching as she tentatively pressed two fingers to her clit and
started rubbing in little circles. “Yeah, babe, just like that.” He dug in the
pocket of his sweats, catching the foil packet he’d snagged earlier just in
case. When Stasia arched her back, though, he almost dropped the damn thing
between the seat cushions. He slid his underwear down as he approached, kicking
them free as soon as he could. Her gaze fell on his cock, her previous task
forgotten. “Don’t stop.”
Difficult as it was, he didn’t move any closer until she
started masturbating again. Only when he was between her thighs with the condom
rolled on did he shift her hand out of the way. Without a word, he wrapped her
in his arms, picking her up. She wriggled against him, her goal crystal clear
as he carried her to the nearest wall—the windows overlooking the Strip.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” She cast a nervous
glance at the view behind her.
“Babe, it’s the middle of the night, and we’re several
hundred feet from the ground. No one is going to see us.” As soon as she was
pressed securely against the glass, he eased her over the head of his cock.
“Oh God, Evan. Go slow. Please go slow.”
He wasn’t sure how slow he could go, considering how tight
she was around him. For the same reason, though, he had little choice if he
didn’t want to hurt her. He caught her mouth with his, tugging her lower lip
between his teeth. “I won’t give you more than you can handle.”
Stasia shook her head, and her hair shifted on the glass,
forming a tangled mess as her nails dug into his shoulders. “I want it all.
Every inch of you.”
Even with how slick and ready she was, sheathing himself in
her was the most amazing kind of torture. Both of them were gasping when she
reached his hilt. Her hips shifted as she rubbed against him, her insides
squeezing even tighter. He growled in her ear. “Keep that up, and I’m going to
come before you want me to.”
She trembled against him. “I want you to. And then I want to
do this again. And again.”
Fuck. She undid him with her words as much as
with her body. If it was the last thing he did, he was going to spend the night
erasing sex with her ex-husband from her memory. And he’d enjoy every second of
it. “As many times as you want.”
Gripping her ass to hold her in place, he thrust into her
while he nipped and kissed every inch of skin he could reach. Far too soon for
his taste, Stasia’s muscles clenched around him as she came again, screaming
his name. The pressure pushed him to the edge, and he couldn’t hold on. The
orgasm ripped through his entire body, and he bit down on her shoulder, hard.
Author Bio:
Julie Particka was told to get serious about her future in
Junior High. Several years after getting a bachelor's degree in chemistry, she
realized being serious was over-rated and went back to her first love--writing.
Now rather than spending her days in the drudgery of the lab or teaching
science to high school students, she disappears into worlds of her own creation
where monsters sometimes roam, but true love still conquers all.
She can most often be located in the Detroit area with her
favorite minions (the ones who know her as Mom) where she is currently hatching
a plot for world domination. It involves cookies for everyone, so she's pretty
sure there's no way it can fail…except the minions keep eating the cookies.
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