Release Date: May 2, 2019
Cover Design: Daqri @ Covers by Combs
What happens when Mr. Right turns out to be Mr. Wrong?
Thanks to an extremely embarrassing one-night stand, I, Staci Benson, make a pact with myself.
Focus on grad school.
Stay away from sex.
It should easy, right?
Enter, Kyle Slade.
Infuriating to the core.
One sexy nerd.
My new boss.
Forced to spend time with a guy I can’t stand? Check!
Arguing every point because he’s the complete opposite? Check!
Developing feelings for said guy…Check?
How am I supposed to find Mr. Right when Mr. Wrong keeps getting in the way?
My darkest hour is yet to come.
When truths are revealed,
I’ll be left wishing I stuck to my pact.
Our feet barely cross the threshold when Kal or is it Ken
backs me against the cold metal door to his house. Tiny goose bumps erupt along my extra-sensitized skin, but despite the coolness, my insides are on fire. I’m so turned on.
Karl or, shit,
Mr. Hottie for short,presses his fingers into my hips and grinds his impressive bulge against my core. My internal thermostat notches up a few more degrees. I can’t wait
to have that beast inside me.
A guttural moan escapes at the thought of him stretching and filling me to the hilt. He lifts his mouth from my neck and whispers against my ear, “Baby, I’m about to rock your world. You feel so incredible against me.”
I almost groan again, but not from pleasure. No, it’s from the awful promise he made. You better live up to your talk, bud.
As soon as the thought flits through my mind, Mr. Hottie cups my right breast through my tight shirt and rolls my hardened nipple between his fingers. The tingles shoot straight between my thighs and I groan in pleasure. His mouth covers mine, and I part my lips, allowing his anxious tongue access. Damn. If he screws as good as he kisses, I’m in for a treat.
He drags me over to his couch and confusion clouds my salacious mind. Why isn’t he taking me to his bed? Wouldn’t there be more room to maneuver? I open my mouth to ask, but the words stick in my throat as he grabs the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head.
The top lands on the floor. He steps back against the couch and breathes in. I gulp, dazed by his half-lidded eyes as they stare back with nothing but pure lust.
He quickly removes his graphic T-shirt and steps toward me again. His left fingers press into my waist while his other hand skims along my shoulders and traces down my arm. Admiration settles in his gaze.
“Shit, I can’t believe you’re actually in front of me,” he says as if he’s in total awe that I even exist. Strange
. But if he wants to view me as some sort of princess goddess, who am I to complain?
The semi-solid ridges of his pecs feel incredible beneath my palms, but the guy’s intelligence comes to question. He seemed smart back at the bar, but the words spilling from his mouth are less than enlightening. Whatever. Perhaps his sexual talents outweigh his lack of communication skills.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I work my fingers down the hard ridges of his abs and land on his waistband. He’s not ripped like a gym worshipper, but he’s still decent.
He stills momentarily, and then shifts backward, slowly unbuttoning his shorts. The denim falls to the floor along with his boxer briefs.
“Is this what you want?” he asks.
All rational thoughts die as he stands in front of me and strokes that enormous thick shaft. Oh my God. My mouth instantly waters. Who cares if his gym membership expired when he’s sporting this impressive package?
“Ah, you do want this,” he chuckles as he waves the pleasure maker teasingly in front of me.
“God, yes.” Unable to control myself, I close the gap between us and push him on the couch. I grab a pillow, toss it on the floor beside him, and sink to my knees. I have to taste him. Most girls I know don’t like giving head, but I love it. Crave it. There’s nothing more empowering than having control over the man’s most prized possession.
“You turned into a little wild thing, didn’t you?” he asks.
Without answering, I grab hold of his sac and gently squeeze. That elicits the moan I’m after. Of course, any sound is better than his constant babble. I wrap my lips around his cock, and the breath he inhales is so fucking hot, it fuels me on. I curl my tongue around his tip and lick slowly, teasingly, before fully accepting his dick in my mouth.
Each slow suck, I take in more of his length until I can’t handle anymore. This guy is huge.
“Your mouth feels incredible,” he rasps.
My gaze shifts upward and connects with his. Another surge of heat rushes through my veins as his stare turns my insides into a liquefied ball of desire. The look his slate blue eyes give me is so intense. That instant connection we had back at the bar resurfaces, and I continue to suck while cupping him with more fervency.
“Damn, you’re too good. I’m going to come.”
He’s warning me, but I keep working until he shouts out, “Lynnie.”
Fucking hell? He can’t even get my name correct. I withdraw my mouth and glare up at Mr. Hottie. I can’t yell, not with his load filling my mouth. But damn, yelling wouldn’t do any good. Not now anyway. He’s freaking passed out. Mr. Hottie, who promised to “rock-my-world,” is crashed on the couch, fully displayed, with his cum in my mouth. I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow. His girth is rather impressive. Shame.
A snore resonates through the air. A snore?
No flipping way. I glance around, highly disappointed in Mr. Rock-My-World’s performance.
Impossible Love (Unforeseen Destiny – Book 1)
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Visions, book one of the Mystical Encounters Series, is a #1 Amazon Kindle bestseller and a 2015 Readers’ Favorite book award finalist. Her series, the Mystical Encounters, has spent many weeks on the Amazon’s teen and young adult’s mysteries and thrillers bestseller’s lists.
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