That’s what my editor called The Gazillionaire and the Virgin in her progress email me today. Needless to say, I’m over the moon.
There’s such a temptation to share big, sexy splashes of the book with you all. But I really don’t dare, not until I’ve got her edits back and fixed the problems I know she’ll find. (We all make those mistakes, and we all miss them, no matter how carefully we read.)
But I can’t resist posting another (X-rated) bit for you, this time from my hero Theo’s point of view. Let me know what you think!
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It’s hard to climb the stairs with this hard on. As soon as we get inside, I’ll throw her on the couch and ram into that hot, tight cunt. I lick my lips as we pause on the landing, tasting the traces of her pussy juice. So sweet. So much better than any fantasy.
Her hand feels tiny in mine, fragile and delicate. She follows me with a meekness that’s almost suspicious. Why did she give in? And now that she has, what am I going to do with her?
I force down my rising anxiety at the thought of having her invade my space. The prospect of spending the next twenty four hours with her—it’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Not since I was a child have I been that long in the presence of another human being.
One thing is certain, though. Rachel wants me. Even with my limited experience, I have no doubt about this. This evening only confirmed my intuitions from our first time. She wants me to take her, to do things to her. She likes it when I’m in control.
When I’m with her, my analytical mind disappears. Instinct takes over. I know exactly how to please her. Where does my knowledge come from? All the smut I’ve watched? All the dirty stories I’ve read? All the hours I’ve spent jerking off, dreaming of a woman I could bind and beat and fuck—a woman who’d take everything from me and beg for more?
I barely know her. The connection between us is a mystery. But at this point I know it’s real.
With my left hand, I rifle in my pocket for my keys. I hold her fast with my right. As soon as the door closes behind us, I have her pressed against the wall. I pin her hands above her head and ravage her mouth. She meets me more than halfway, opening to my tongue, grinding her crotch against my thigh.
We won’t make it to the couch.
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Oh, and be sure to come back on Sunday. In addition to my usual snog, I’ll be doing a cover reveal and having a giveaway!