Wednesday, August 28, 2019

First Kiss - #MFRWHooks #BDSM #EroticRomance #MFRWAuthor


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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.

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6 comments:

Personalized Marketing Inc said...

Excellent 'hook' at the start! "Trust can’t be bought—it has to be earned."!

Dee
#PMInc

Janet Lane Walters said...

Sensual yes but there's a touch of humor in his thoughts of himself

Ed Hoornaert said...

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.

Personalized Marketing Inc said...

We have also shared all of today's #MFRWhooks on our Free Promo Facebook Page Excerpts & Promotions https://www.facebook.com/Excerpts.and.Promotions/

Dee
#PMInc

Holly Bargo said...

Excellent job of showing a man's uncertainty when confronted with embarrassment, chivalry, and heady lust.

Fiona McGier said...

I love, love, love this book! Any chance to revisit it is a pleasure.

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