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Impulsive Pleasures
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| Blurb
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EROTICA
Jamie Cooper-Howe's daughter is getting married and now Jamie has to endure a
weekend with her ex-husband and his home-wrecking trollop. Jamie can be nice...
yeah right. The asshole doesn't deserve nice. However, Jamie's bitterness just might
be sweetened when the young and sexy best man, Mark Bentley arrives for the
rehearsal dinner and expresses an interest in her. Oh Yum! He might prove to be
just the distraction Jamie needs. And if it the ex has a problem with it...good.
Only Mark isn't interested in a little flirtation with the mother of the bride.
He'd like the cougar to scratch her nails down his back. Will she invite him into
her bed...or will he have to fuck her on the floor?
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EROTICA
Jamie straightened and his hand blazed through her clothing where it rested on her
low back. She gave him a questioning look. Good hell, if she didn't know better,
she might get the wrong impression that he was hitting on her. The best man, the
best friend of her future son-in-law.
"Mark," she said, walking down the hall trying not to appear as though she was
fleeing from his electrifying touch. "What exactly is going on here?" Glancing
up at him, she narrowed her eyes.
"I'm going to help you turn the tables on your ex-husband." He put a hand on her
arm, stopping her retreat. The pressure of his fingers changed, becoming a
caress. "I rather enjoyed the way you looked at me when we were introduced. I
could've sworn you were interested."
Mark backed her against the wall.
"Someone is going to see." She put her hands on his chest to push him away, but
the moment she made contact with his silk shirt covering the chiseled muscles
beneath, her shove turned into an exploration. She flooded with desire to rip his
shirt from his body, throw him to the floor, and satisfy the too long denied fire
in the melting core of her being. He even smelled like sex. Musky and spicy,
totally male.
"That's the look."
Her nipples tightened to aching points when his chest brushed against her. He
leaned in, his breath heating her neck. "Don't." She closed her eyes knowing his
full lips were about to wreak havoc on her senses. Slipping out from between Mark
and the wall, she gave herself much needed distance. Blood pumped into her sex.
Her pussy pulsed in tempo with the beat of her heart. She ran her fingers through
her bangs, combing them out of her eyes, and then smoothed her skirt. There was
nothing she could do about the breathlessness of her voice, or the pounding in her
chest. However, she could project outward calm. "This isn't happening. I could
be your mother."
"No, you couldn't." His eyes glazed as he caressed her with a glance. "I'd never
want to fuck my mother."
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