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Release Date: February 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb
Tripp Anders.
Formerly the best surfer in the world. Still Longview, Florida’s most famous son. And, starting this week, my boss.
My boss at my summer job. A job my parents made me get. A job my parents made me get because I hadn’t left the house since I moved home six months ago.
After my divorce.
I’m in my thirties, by the way.
…Yeah.
I thought trying to fit into a Hot Beach one-piece five mornings a week would be the toughest part of this job. Instead, it’s Tripp. He’s arrogant, condescending, and used to getting what he w
ants.
And what he wants right now is me.
EXCERPT
I open my door, flip on the lights, and hang back to let Bobby in first.
“What a gentleman.” She smiles over her shoulder.
I give her ass a smack, and she spins around, looking scandalized. “It’s not nice to call names.” I smirk.
“I should have said ‘scoundrel’ instead.”
She’s sauntering into the den, but I catch her arm and spin her back to me. Her hands end up on my chest, like we’re in a movie. Her fingers press my pecs as she smiles up at me. I squeeze her waist, wanting to bend her over my couch and smack her ass again. I get distracted by her luscious mouth…her gently smiling mouth. I want to kiss those lips and feel her breasts against my chest[K1] .
“What?” she giggles nervously.
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Nothing.”
Then I close my eyes and brush her lips with mine. Bad idea. I know that. I’m surprised when Bobby groans. Her mouth opens for me, and my tongue strokes inside her. Fuck, her mouth is hot. Her body softens against mine; I wrap an arm around her waist as we kiss slowly…softer first, then forceful. My dick is throbbing, pushed against her belly. I start to rock against her, but then pull back, breathless.
“This okay?”
She laughs against my throat. “Yeah.”
“Sure?”
“You are my boss.”
I look down and find her smiling coyly.
“We shouldn’t do this, right?” I grin.
She rocks her hips against me—and that’s all I need.
AUTHOR THE AUTHOR
Jake Irons is the pseudonym of a male author living in Portland. He writes erotica at his desk at a stuffy corporate law office.
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