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Over My Head
Heart Attack Collection
M/F, Anal Sex
What happens when two opposites realize they have more in common than expected?
I’m a dancer, a damn good one if you asked. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle...I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that in to me.
Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realize I see her. I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a...problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers... As long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.
This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.
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And now for a hot excerpt!
Astra laughed. She fucking laughed as he stood back up and struggled out of his coat. The vixen. “Better not be taunting me, little girl.” He tossed the tangled mass of coat onto the floor somewhere behind him. “I’m not one of those guys from the club.”
“Good,” she said and grabbed the hem of her shirt. “Fuck me.” Astra pulled the shirt up over her head and gave the crumpled fabric a toss. Her breasts heaved with every breath.
Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra or anything. Rosy nipples beaded before him and the flush on her cheeks spread down across her chest. No matter how hard he tried, Slade couldn’t get his tight T-shirt up over his head fast enough.
Astra stared up at him through heavy-lidded eyes and plucked at one nipple. Her hips bucked with each twist. She bit her bottom lip and cupped both breasts.
Finally getting the shirt off, Slade dropped to his knees and wrapped his arm around her thin waist. “Mine,” he said with a grunt and pulled her to him. He closed his eyes and feasted on her nipples. Her sighs and whimpers matched his every lick and nibble. “Slade.” She ground her pelvis against his abs. “Feels so fucking good.” Her body trembled and she grasped his hair even tighter. “So close.”
Close? From sucking on her nipples? He smiled around her breast and gave her nipple one last lick. He pulled away and sat back on his heels, not to punish her, but to give himself a moment to breathe.
Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “Done already?”
Done? Not hardly. Slade hooked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, flicking the button. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
Astra leant back on her elbows, granting him access to her jeans. She wriggled her ass and slid out of the cumbersome denim. Slade kicked the pants out of the way and soaked in the image of Astra in nothing but a skimpy pair of panties. The flame red contrasted well against her pale skin.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking my fill.” He took her left foot in hand and rubbed his nose along her calf as he removed her sock. “I can smell you.”
She shivered and pulled her legs together. Slade placed his hand on her right thigh. “Open.”
Gasping, she complied. Starting at her ankle, he licked a path up her leg. He loved women with long legs and hers didn’t fail to meet his standards—all lean muscle and alabaster skin. He pressed a kiss to her inner knee and glanced at her. Astra cupped her breasts and stroked her peaked nipples. A fresh wave of heat soared to his groin. He wanted to make her feel desired, but damn, if she kept toying with her breasts, he’d never last. He licked along her inner thigh, intentionally stopping before the heated flesh of her pussy.
A strangled whimper worked past her lips. Her brow furrowed.
“Needy?” He switched his attention to her other leg, blazing a matching trail along her goosepimpled skin.
“You want to kill me, don’t you?” Astra abandoned her breast play and fisted her hands in the sheets. “God.”
“With sex?” He drew a long breath, memorising her scent.
“By making me wait.” She scooted forward, but he stopped her actions by placing his hands on her inner thighs.
“I should spank your ass.”
@Copyright 2012 Wendi Zwaduk