Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Right, you asked what the angle was. I want you to be around to read about my other fucking friends, okay? They’re bad boys too, and they want to show you what they can do. There’s Arsen, the porn kind, in Client 5. But that’s coming up after this as a bonus book anyways. Then there’s Lance Anders. He’s a 21 year dude that fucks this older woman. You can find him in Scandalous. And finally, there’s Lucien Stone. He’s in prison but he finds his fucking HEA with the sweetest little cute as a button woman who really needs rescuing too. That’s in Jailbait.
Fine. You already read that shit or you got too much other fucking shit going on? Just bear in mind you’re saying no right now but in a few minutes you’re going to be all “yes! yes! oooh yes!” as I totally make you fucking cum.
I mean after the last 80,000 words do I even need to describe myself? You know the tats that go up and down my arm. You’ve seen my pecs on the cover. You can feel my abs. What? You didn’t see the cock? You know it’s there, under my pants. Throbbing. Pulsing. Growing.
So if you want more of this shit, and you liked what you read, why don’t you at least sign up for Alexis’ Naughty Angels list? That way you can listen to her go off and do her shit and maybe be an ARC reader and get bonus chapters and all that good fucking shit.
I know, this has got to be the strangest Also By the Author and sales pitch to sign up, but hey, Alexis only asked me to ask you. She didn’t specify how. And this is the way I know best.
So fucking sign up for this shit, okay? You can sign up here: Naughty Angels.
Or just go here: http://eepurl.com/cu4ET9
Don’t fucking worry, babe. I’m all done selling the shit. I was just helping out a friend, ya know? This body is yours now.
Just go find a quiet place where no one’s going to bother you if your cheeks get red. Because they fucking will.
And if you can’t find a place, just drown it out, and imagine yourself in my office. Deep, plus carpets. Overstuffed leather chairs. Fucking books on shelves all around me. And a mahogany desk, waiting for us.
Imagine me as I stand over you.
Imagine Liam Jeffries as I lean into you and close my eyes, my heart thumping harshly during that eternal fraction of a second during which I wait for our mouths to touch. When they do, I part my lips ever so slightly, fitting them on your mouth. I feel that dark energy of desire pulsing under my skin, an uncontrollable need to claim you. That’s right - since the first time I laid eyes on you that I wanted to claim you. To make you mine.
My hands go down to your waist while we kiss, my tongue wrestling fiercely against yours. My heart is racing, all of my blood boiling as it races through my veins. Raw, violent desire - that’s the only thing I’m feeling right now. And all because of you, baby.
I take my fingers to my collar and hurriedly untie my blood red tie. After I take it off and pull it around my neck, I push you back with my body, your ass pressed against my mahogany desk. Opening my hands, I place my fingers under your ass and lift you up slightly, making you sit on the flat surface of the desk. As you sit, I use one arm to sweep away everything that’s on our path - I don’t even flinch when I hear the sound of a keyboard, a myriad of papers and God know what else tumble down from the desk to the ground.
“I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you,” I say against your ear, pulling out from our kiss. I nibble at your ear while you slide one hand down my chest and over my belt, flattening it against my crotch - oh, I love it, baby. There, throbbing with an almost violent desire for you, is my massive hard cock. Yes, it’s this hard because of you.
I don’t say a word - I’m under your spell, one of lust and desire, and now there’s no going back. Not that I want to go back - not now that I feel the warmness of your body, the eagerness in your eyes.. I want this as much as I do, don’t you?.
I hook my fingers on your top and, with a simple vicious tug, I rip it open, baring your black lace bra. I’m completely out of control and, damn, do I love being like this - I’m so hard right now that the fabric of my pants is on the verge of tearing apart. You throw your head back as I grab you by the hair; you can’t help but moan as I bury my face between your breasts, my tongue tracing the whole length of the valley between your tits.