For
today’s hook, I’m sharing the first kiss from my favorite
romance, The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. Be warned: even my
first kisses tend to be at least R-rated!
When
you’re done with my hook, I hope you’ll visit some of the other
authors participating in today’s blog hop. You’ll find links at
the end of this post.
Blurb
Trust
can’t be bought—it has to be earned.
Silicon
Valley entrepreneur Rachel Zelinsky is not a woman who lets pleasure
interfere with business, but when she meets reclusive genius Theo
Moore, she can’t resist his geeky appeal. Though Theo’s knowledge
about sex derives from extensive research and a stash of kinky porn
rather than real-world experience, he is Rachel’s first true
Master—and the first man to truly touch her heart.
The
Hook
“I
told you to go easy on the champagne.”
“I
should have listened to you,” I admit. “But I was so nervous.”
“I
know,” she says. “I know. I think the stress had as much to do
with your collapse as the alcohol.”
I
nod. “I used to faint, back when I was at school—when things got
really bad. When I couldn’t handle a situation, that was my final
escape. Finally my parents pulled me out and got me a tutor. It
hasn’t happened since.”
“I’m
sorry I pushed you so hard, Theo. I should have known better.”
Her
hand claims mine, in a gesture so casual and natural it seems
unconscious. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? Still,
remarkably, I have no urge to pull away.
“You
were doing so well, though. I was so proud of you.” She gives my
fingers a squeeze. I squeeze back, amazed that I can be so
comfortable with her touching me.
“But
now I’ve disappointed you, I imagine.” I try sitting up
straighter. It’s awkward with only one hand free. I want to adjust
the swollen lump pressing against my zipper, but of course I don’t
dare. “And the donors—they’re probably all laughing their
millionaire heads off at poor, pathetic Theo Moore.”
“Not
at all. Everyone was quite worried about you. Roger Varley wanted to
call an ambulance, but I thought you’d really rather go home.”
“You
were right. Thank you. But how did you get me up to the second floor
and into bed?”
“It
wasn’t easy.” Her whole face lights up when she laughs. “You’re
a big guy. The gardener helped me bundle you up the stairs. I fished
the key out of your trouser pocket.”
The
concept of her hand wriggling into my pants, her heat warming my
body—it’s too much. My cock surges, threatening a premature
explosion. I’ve got to get Rachel Zelinsky out of here, before I
really embarrass myself.
As
gently as I can, not wanting to offend her, I pry my fingers away
from hers. “Thank you for your help, Rachel. You can leave now. I’m
fine. And it must be late.”
“Only
ten thirty. Anyway, I’m not going anywhere just yet.” She rises
from her chair and perches on the edge of my bed, leaning in my
direction, her bare shoulder mere inches from my tensed body. Her
musky perfume envelopes me.
I
draw a desperate breath. My cock quivers. Clearly my expensive,
custom-tailored trousers are doomed.
“No,
Theo. You and I have some unfinished business to attend to.”
I
don’t know how she manages it. It happens too fast for me to
analyze. Before I can react or protest, roll off the bed or wriggle
away, she has straddled my waist, bent herself double and pressed her
soft, firm lips to mine.
I
freeze. I don’t dare move a muscle. My hands become claws as I
fight the urge to seize her hips and thrust up against the warm
fullness of her satin-clad bottom. It’s pure instinct. Nothing
could have prepared me for its power. My only recourse is to tighten
every muscle in my poor body and hold on.
Her
mouth is gentle at first, teasing, exploring. She tastes like the
champagne in which I overindulged. As she kisses me, joy bubbles up
in my chest, despite the precarious state of my cock. I’m drunk on
her nearness. When her agile tongue prods at my tightly compressed
lips, I open to let her in, craving more of the scent, the flavor,
the texture of Rachel Zelinsky.
My
surrender appears to inflame her. Gathering me from the pillow,
clutching me to her breast with surprisingly strong arms, she delves
deeper. She sucks my tongue into the juicy recesses of her own mouth.
I can’t help but think of her other warm, wet places.
Oh
my God! I’m leaking into my boxers, poised on the edge of
annihilation. It’s glorious, terrifying, sweeter and darker than
I’d ever dreamed it could be. Rachel’s kisses steal my breath and
my will. Meanwhile she’s swirling her hips in slow circles on my
belly, her ripe ass brushing my hardness on each cycle.
The
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6 comments:
Excellent 'hook' at the start! "Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned."!
Dee
#PMInc
Sensual yes but there's a touch of humor in his thoughts of himself
LOL. It was only a matter of time, I guess, before we zoomed past millionaire and billionaire to gazillionaire. You've managed a ton of characterization, all of it by showing rather than telling. Great job.
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Dee
#PMInc
Excellent job of showing a man's uncertainty when confronted with embarrassment, chivalry, and heady lust.
I love, love, love this book! Any chance to revisit it is a pleasure.
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