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Blurb
It started out like
any other morning on the train.
Until I became
mesmerized by the guy sitting across the aisle.
He was barking at
someone on his phone like he ruled the world.
Who did the stuck-up
suit think he was…God?
Actually, he looked
like a God. That was about it.
When his stop came,
he got up suddenly and left. So
suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way out.
I might have picked
it up.
I might have gone
through all of his photos and called some of the numbers.
I might have held
onto the mystery man’s phone for days—until I finally conjured up the courage
to return it.
When I traipsed my
ass across town to his fancy company, he refused to see me.
So, I left the phone
on the empty desk outside the arrogant jerk’s office.
I might have also
left behind a dirty picture on it first though.
I didn’t expect him
to text back.
I didn’t expect our
exchanges to be hot as hell.
I didn’t expect to
fall for him—all before we even met.
The two of us
couldn’t have been any more different.
Yet, you know what
they say about opposites.
When we finally came
face to face, we found out opposites sometimes do more than attract—we consumed
each other.
Nothing could have prepared me for the
ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for where I’d wind up when
the ride was over.
All good things must
come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.
Excerpt
Outside
of the restaurant, Graham’s black car was already curbside. He must have had it waiting and called the
driver when I went to the restroom.
“If
you’re not going to come home with me, I insist on at least giving you a ride
home to your place.”
“The
subway is right around the corner. I’m
good.”
He
shot me an annoyed glance. “Give a
little, Soraya. It’s a ride home, not a
ride on my cock. And I think you know by
now that I’m not a serial killer.”
“You’re
so crass.”
He
put his hand on the small of my back and steered me to the waiting open car
door. I didn’t put up a fight. Graham was right, I was being stubborn while he had pretty much agreed to anything I
demanded. Something told me it was a
rare occasion when the man was this flexible.
When
we arrived at my apartment, Graham walked me to the door.
“When
will I see you again?”
“Well,
tomorrow is Saturday, so I suppose maybe Monday on the train.”
“Have
dinner with me again tomorrow?”
“I
have plans.”
His
jaw flexed. “With whom?”
We
embarked into a lengthy stare off. His
gaze was hard. When neither of us gave
for a few minutes, he grumbled Christ
under his breath, and before I realized what was happening, my back was against
the door, and his mouth was on mine.
He
kissed me as if he wanted to eat me alive.
Before releasing my mouth, he took my lower lip between his teeth and
tugged. Hard. With his lips vibrating up against mine, he
spoke. “Don’t push me to my limit,
Soraya.”
“Why? What will happen?”
“I’ll
push back. And I’m trying not to do that
with you.”
He
was being honest, and I realized I should appreciate that. “To my sister’s house. It’s my niece’s birthday party. That’s where I’m going tomorrow night.
He
nodded. “Thank you.”
It
took every bit of my willpower to go inside and shut the door behind me. I leaned my back against the door, unable to
remember the last time I was so hot and bothered. Maybe not ever. His mouth was sinful; the thought of what he
could do with that wicked tongue other places
on my body kept me in a state of arousal that bordered on frenzied. But it was more than that. The way he was so dominating and controlling,
yet exercised restraint to respect my wishes, was the sexiest thing I’d ever
seen. The man stimulated something that
had been sleeping inside of me. I needed
a glass of wine and an orgasm. Not
necessarily in that order. If I was
going be firm on my stance that we get to know each other and not have sex,
then taking things into my own hands was absolutely essential.
In
my bedroom, I stripped out of my clothes.
I didn’t sleep naked every night, but tonight was definitely a bare
evening. As I slipped into bed, my cell
rang.
“Is
phone sex on the table?” Graham’s voice
was a needy rasp. Whatever cooling off
my body had done since I left him on the other side of the door was instantly
reheated. His voice could definitely
speed things up for me. But…
“Sex
is off the table. That should probably
include all types of sex. Intercourse,
oral, phone.”
He
groaned. “Oral. God, I want to taste
you. And feel that metal tongue ring on
my cock. You have no idea how difficult
it was to control myself tonight every time I caught a glimpse of that metal
when you spoke. It’s like you’re
taunting me with every word. What are
you wearing, Soraya?”
That
voice. I needed to record him saying What are you wearing, Soraya? So I could play it over and over again in a
loop when I needed to satisfy my own needs.
“I’m actually not wearing anything.
I just got undressed and slipped into bed.”
“You
sleep naked?”
“Sometimes.”
He
actually growled. “Touch yourself.”
“I
plan to. But I think I’m going to need
both hands tonight. So I’m going to hang
up first.”
“How
long do you plan on driving me crazy, Soraya?”
“Good night, Graham.”
I hung up without waiting for him to respond. Even though my body physically ached for the
man, I wasn’t ready to open that door with him just yet. Although as I glided my hand down my body
alone in my bed, the only thing I could think of was God, I wish it was his hand.
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Meet Penelope Ward
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA
Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Penelope lives for reading
books in the new adult/contemporary romance genre, coffee and hanging out with
her friends and family on weekends. She is the proud mother of a beautiful
11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in
Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the lights of her life. Penelope,
her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She is the author of RoomHate,
which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list and #1 on the Wall Street
Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother Dearest, also spent four
consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller list. Other works include
the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard (co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins
of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake Understood and Gemini.
Other books from Penelope Ward
RoomHate
Sins of Sevin
Stepbrother Dearest
Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake
#2)
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Meet
Vi Keeland
Vi
Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free
time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She
is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Bestselling author. Over the
last three years, ten of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and three on the New York Times Bestseller lists.
Additional Books by Vi
Keeland
Life on Stage series (2
standalone books)
Beat
Throb
MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA
Fighter Series, Book One)
Worth The Chance (MMA Fighter Series,
Book Two)
Worth Forgiving (MMA
Fighter Series, Book Three)
The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You (Cole Series,
Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series,
Book Two)
Standalone novels
The Baller
Left Behind (A Young Adult
Novel)
First Thing I See
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