By Heather Lin (Guest Blogger)
Erotic romance from New Concepts Publishing
I love bad-ass heroes and heroines; I love action and angst; I love steamy sex scenes. When I combined all of these, Scandal popped out, and I couldn't be happier with the result. A female bodyguard? A womanizing lawyer whose sexual escapades finally come back around to give him a good kick in the ass? This was one of my favorite stories to write; I've struggled through my share of writer's block and trying to figure out the best way to get from point A to point B in a story, but the chemistry and personalities were so strong in Scandal that the book nearly wrote itself. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
It was annoying to discover Jackson Montague was her latest assignment when she’d picked him up in a bar for recreation only a few nights earlier, but Megan figured they were both professionals. They could handle it. Unfortunately, ‘not interested’ only piqued playboy Jackson Montague’s hunting instincts. He figured as long as she was body guarding they might as well enjoy it.
Coffee Time Romance & More says that “the transformation about to happen to Jack is realistic and perfectly in keeping with his character” while Just Erotic Romance Reviews insists that he has no redeemable qualities. What will you decide?
Except for black lights and strobe lights, the club was dark. Jack wouldn't be recognized. He adjusted his sunglasses as he made his way through the gyrating crowd and glanced behind him. No one was following. Thank God. Tonight, he refused to be Jackson Montague, New York's up-and-coming attorney and tabloid scapegoat. Tonight, he was going to have some fun, incognito, and make a few indiscretions without the public gaining access to his playboy lifestyle. It wasn't as if he purposely went on a hunt for married women and hookers. He just liked sex. And, after all, he couldn't pick who he was attracted to.
He walked up to the bar and ordered a scotch before scanning the females at the bar from behind his sunglasses. A pair of long, slender legs, complete with stilettos caught his attention. He allowed his gaze to rise higher, to her short denim skirt, her tight tank top, and her full, womanly breasts. After his eyes slowly and carefully raked over every inch of her voluptuous body, he took a quick look at her face. It was pleasing enough: cute nose, full lips, straight teeth, green eyes, and natural-looking blond hair. Jack had found his prey for the evening.
"Hey," he shouted over the music.
The girl turned from her martini and toyed with the cherry as she looked Jack up and down. Her eyes settled on his face, still masked by the dark glasses.
"Yeah?" she replied, giving him a playful, but otherwise unreadable, grin.
She wrinkled her nose a little, considering the proposition. Then, she downed the rest of her drink and stepped gracefully off the bar stool. She held out her hand for him to take, and he led her through the crowd to an almost empty corner of the room. The woman's hips were on his in an instant, swaying perfectly to the fast beat and moving erotically against his groin. He suppressed a groan as her buttocks provided just enough pressure, stroking him through his jeans. He'd long since stopped feeling apologetic about getting a hard-on while dancing. The women knew why he was there, and they knew why he was asking them to dance. Some tried to play innocent, but not this one. Her movements were deliberate. He'd picked the right one.
"What's your name?" Jack breathed loudly in her ear.
She slid a hand up her torso, over her breasts, and finally let it rest casually around the back of his neck. He felt her laugh against him, and she changed her movements, rocking side to side against him.
"Why? Do you keep track?"
He grinned, glad to have found someone who was on the same page that he was. They were facing the wall, and that was all the privacy Jack needed. If anyone was bothered by the slight variation in their gyration, it was their fault for looking. He slid his fingers up her thigh, and she rested her hand on his, guiding him underneath the silky fabric of her skimpy thong to the small nub of her clit. She arched into him and grasped his hair, letting him know that he was giving her exactly what he wanted. Her fingers moved from his hand to his zipper, eager to reciprocate. She gained access quickly and grasped him skillfully in her smooth palm, pumping up and down, moving her thumb over the tip of his cock and using the moisture that leaked to lubricate her movements. He groaned and moved his other hand to her breast.
She was being good to him, and when a woman was good to him Jack showed his appreciation. He turned her around and pressed her back against the wall. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and her lips parted slightly as she tried to catch her breath. He pulled her panties part way down her thighs and pressed two fingers into her wet, ready heat, using the heel of his hand against her clit. She bucked against him and gripped his shaft once again, matching the speed of her movements to his. He quickened his pace, his breathing becoming heavy. She grinded herself against his hand and used her free hand to toy with her nipple through the thin tank top she wore. Jack's hand was against the wall above her head for support.
"I want to be inside you," he told her raggedly.
She smiled in the midst of her ecstasy and moved the hand that wasn't gripping his cock to stroke his balls. He jerked forward. No one had made him feel this good in a long time. Maybe he'd accidentally picked another hooker. Or maybe she was just a little slut with daddy issues. Whatever the hell she was, she was amazing. His thoughts of penetration were immediately replaced by thoughts of coming. He moved his fingers faster inside of her, stroking the fleshiest part of her, watching her squirm and enjoying the quiet moans that he wasn't able to hear over the loud music. Her hand picked up speed in response, and she pulled him closer, aiming him away from her clothing. Before he knew it, she was convulsing against the wall and his sperm was spurting onto her thighs.
"Fuck," he groaned, bowing his head and thrusting into her slippery hand.
As the moment of ecstasy passed, she ran her clean hand through her unkempt hair and pulled her panties back where they belonged. He tucked his cock back into his underwear and zipped up his pants, then nuzzled her neck and whispered "thanks" in her ear. She smiled and waved as he walked away, and he looked back briefly to see her heading to the bathroom to clean herself up. She needed it.
Bio: Heather Lin's erotic fiction can be found on various websites such as TheEroticWoman.com and FortheGirls.com, as well as in two Coming Together anthologies and Rachel Kramer Bussel's latest anthology, Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. In addition to Scandal, Heather has another short ebook, Strangers, due to be released by New Concepts Publishing in June 2011 and a novella, Westridge, due to be released from Silver Publishing on June 18, 2011. Visit http://heatherlin88.blogspot.com/ for updates and the occasional bit of free flash fiction!