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Extreme Speed, Total Control
Blurb On track to becoming the world’s greatest driver, Selkirk MacLellan’s very life depends upon split second reactions and Kirk believes in the saying, “If you think, you are dead.” So, what does he do when love crashes into him? He thinks. Oralia Norman has become the only artist to paint a Formula 1 Team portrait, but it is the devilishly sexy team captain she wants. During a fast and furious affair, however, Kirk gives new meaning to the words crash and burn, ending their relationship with a phone call. But her heart isn’t the only one in a dead spin. Kirk knows he was holding back from Lia and after crashing his race car, he is hell bent to get their relationship back on track. Will she forgive him? And, when he bares his dirty little secret, will she run or pour more octane on her high maintenance driver? * Excerpt She stepped
into the entrance hall at Musée Rodin and marveled at its understated elegance.
A staff member came up and collected her cape before Lia moved forward to greet
the Antonellis and their various children and grandchildren. Afterwards she
stepped further into the museum where she was handed a glass of bubbling
champagne. The
opportunity to view the work from a master sculptor sans the usual throng of
onlookers was not something she could ignore. With glass in hand she wandered
the ground floor rooms first. It was easy to appreciate the emotion Rodin had
poured into his work; the beauty all those feelings produced was unsurpassed in
her view. Her stroll
through the lower galleries was unhurried, as she enjoyed having it almost
entirely to herself. Not many of the guests had taken advantage of the
opportunity to view such incredible pieces as the Hands
of God and The Kiss. The Walking Man
brought her to a standstill. So many emotions had flowed through Rodin’s hands
when he created this powerful striding forward and yet headless man. Awed by the
emotive qualities she found so readily in this piece, she wondered if her
sculpted work ever communicated her feelings to the viewer so clearly. Lia offered
a polite smile here and there to people she passed as she meandered through the
galleries. With a fresh glass of champagne in hand she headed upstairs and found
the area completely deserted. She enjoyed The
Thinker before she continued onward and mused over Fugit
Amor, whilst sipping her champagne. A soft
shuffling sound drew her attention back to the doorway where she found none
other than the man who, since the day she’d met him, had been the lead in her
most erotic fantasies. Attired in a traditional black tuxedo and bow tie, he
looked utterly handsome, and if it were possible more potent than he had been in
street clothes or even his racing kit. Silky mink
brown hair, thick with a slight curl danced around his head and drew attention
to his eyes of a light hazel brown/green, surrounded by long and thick
eyelashes. His silky smooth tanned skin had often left her wondering what it
would be like to stroke. Was his chest as sleek as his face? Lia brought
her mind from the bedroom and back to the museum. “Good
Evening, Kirk.” A small, unsure smile flitted across her lips. She was not
certain how to handle this man outside of the sittings they had had. She had
been in control there, but here, alone with him, she felt out of her element. “Lia.”
Brusque and too the point, his hazel gaze held hers without blinking. The perfect
specimen of sexual magnetism moved to stand next to her; closer than was
necessary being the only two people in the room. She looked up, and up. The top
of her head reached just short of his shoulders, and asked the obvious. “Where is
your date?” “I came
on my own this evening.” A faint
Scottish accent whispered across his words. Tick another box on the arousal list
growing beneath his name. “Interesting
sculpture.” Discomfort had her voicing such a benign statement for the famed
artist. “Hmmm. I
enjoy your pieces more. They are very peaceful, soothing.” “Oh, well
thank you very much.” The compliment surprised and pleased her, she was not
sure why but it did. Turning back she looked at the piece without really seeing
it. After a
moment Lia felt Kirk leave her side and before she could say goodbye she felt
his presence behind her and a large finger started to ease down her bare back,
from her neck to the top of her dress, only to slowly stroke back up. Breath
stopped in her chest when she felt him step even closer, his body resting flush
against hers. Leaning over her shoulder he gently nudged his nose against her
ear and then took a quick nibble from the lobe, bringing a gasp to her lips. “Do you
feel that?” Stunned,
she nodded her head. Who could miss it? His hard-on was massive and had inserted itself
right between her ass checks as if staking a claim. “I have
been sporting this steely erection since our first sitting back in February. Do
you know what a pain it is walking around with my cock standing at attention
whenever it catches a whiff of you?” “Oh
please, each time we have met there have been women ringing your mobile and
another waiting outside for you to take them to bed. There is no way you are in
any discomfort.” Yes, she was in lust; stupid and willing to fall for a
womanizer’s flattering words was a different matter. “Nope.
Well, they may have been willing but I was not. I do not dally with fresh meat
during the season. And Lia, the last race has finished.” “I
see.” Not really because her mind was wallowing in the morass of pleasure his
presence behind her heaped on her body with the press of his cock and his heated
breath playing on her neck. “Do you?
I have waited for this event, planned your seduction, and designed the perfect
way to get you into my bed and how I would fuck you for the first time. Yes,
first time because I will need many, many hours between your legs to appease
this beast of mine.” The final statement was accompanied by a subtle
readjustment. Leaning in
again he started to kiss her neck where it met her shoulder. My
goodness, did he have to hone right in on her sweet spot? “Ummm.” “See,
your body has already acquiesced. Now for your mind.” Moving his
hands to her waist he inched them under her arms, around and up, gently cupping
her breasts. “These
beauties have haunted my every fantasy. There are many things I desperately need
to know about your body.” Big thumbs stroked up and over each already excited,
yet covered, nipple. “But at the top of my list is to discover if your breasts
are as excitable as I think they are.” Back and
forth they strummed over the points, bringing them further and further forward,
poking through the draped fabric. “Yes,”
Lia whispered on a groan. “Can I
make you moan if I do this?” First
fingers on each hand moved up, with the thumbs pinched the tips, and gave them
each a brief tug. “Uhhh.” “Wonderful,
I so enjoy a vocal woman in the bedroom.” The
manipulation of her breasts continued and Lia could feel the honey in her pussy
thicken and threaten to slip from its heated depth. Acceptance of his domination
over her body had been easy. Indeed, for him it must have seemed as if she would
fall on her back and spread her legs wherever he would want. She reached back,
put her hands on his hard butt, and pulled him closer. Although it was a minute
amount it was enough to make her point. “Are your
nipples large? I can feel the tips are tight, but a big areola surrounding a
beautifully pointed peak is such a turn on. When we were doing the sittings for
the painting, I would sit there and just look at you, specifically your breasts.
I would try and see if I could discern any of their finer details. There were
times when your tips would poke straight out through your T-shirt and drive me
nuts. My mouth would be watering by the end of our sessions, eager to latch on
and suck, nibble and gnaw to my heart’s content. Eager?” “Yes.” “Better
and better, a woman not afraid of her lustful nature.” “Nope,
not afraid and now horny as hell.” “Raunchy
raw sex is what I prefer, can you handle that?” “Perfect,
I like nothing more than an excellent fuck.” Releasing
her breasts with a few last twists, Kirk turned her to face him. His hands
rested on her hips, as hers reached up to wrap around his neck. Through the
maneuver Lia skillfully maintained a steady grip on her champagne glass. Leaning
down, he kissed her soft full lips. A cool
wicked tongue eased back and forth along the seam between the plump folds until
they fell open to his ravishment. The organ made a thorough search of her mouth,
ending far too quickly with a tangling, thrusting kiss as one of his hands
stroked a bare ass cheek. “Hmmm.” While her
head was lost in their kiss, his hand slid around her thigh and up to cup one
half of the split peach ass, his hand and wrist hidden by the draped fabric of
her skirt. It was a wonderful feeling, having this strong man playing to her
body’s desires. Four bold
fingertips eased down her crack, ending with a mere brush against her pussy
before starting on their return journey up. His thumb found the fine gold chain
she wore low, around her hips. It must
have been curiosity that sent his hand out, searching for more hidden
discoveries, which he did. What he found was a dozen fine gold strands hanging
down from the waist chain. They each ended with various sized crystals and
gently slapped against her inner thighs and some against her mound when she
moved. “Ummm,
you are a real Pandora’s box. I am eager to open you up and start discovering
what gets you ardently scaling the wall to climax and more importantly what will
send you tumbling over the edge, again and again.” “Let’s
go now.” “Oh no,
my little ripe woman. We have a party to attend and celebrations to laud before
we go fuck like rabid bunnies.” With a last
squeeze of her ass Kirk started to step back from her clasp. Not willing to let
him walk away from this lurid encounter unscathed, Lia waited until he turned
and motioned for her to precede him out the door and back down to the party.
Only then did she lay a smart slap on his ass and with a last look over her
shoulder, she gave as good as she could with her mind wallowing in the need to
come. “Then I
suggest you conserve your energy and not drink too much. You might like it
raunchy but I like it hard, loud and often.” After her
parting shot, an easy laugh burst forth at his look of surprise. A look of hard
lust rushed across his beautiful features. Head held high Lia sauntered out of
the room with confidence this was going to be a fantastic evening after all. “Nothing better than a saucy woman.” With a lecherous grin he followed her swishing form, catching up with her just in time to take her arm and rest it upon his, formally escorting her to rejoin the festivities. * * Click for a sneak peek behind the scenes * * | |||||||
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