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The Cougar Meets Her Master
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Blurb
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EROTICA
Taylor Davis is turning 40. Her high powered job leaves little room for
romance outside of her high powered vibrator that sleeps under her pillow.
No pillow talk allowed. And no complaints from her. The rabbit never quits
before she's done, doesn't complicate her calendar, and Taylor doesn't
have to concoct excuses to make it go home after orgasms.
Enter Colt Foster. Has the bitch of the Beau Monde Hotel and Casino met her match?
The hot, young detective has his own rules...and expects Taylor to play by them.
Can she say no when Colt slaps on the cuffs? Does she want to...will he let her?
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Excerpt
Erotica
Colt stood. "You look stunning." Before she could object, he threaded his fingers through her hair,
cupped her head, and gently pressed his lips to hers. Sweet like sugar, but hesitant and not intimate.
She stiffened and he released her lips.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed.
"Kissing a beautiful woman."
"Not here."
"Then somewhere else?"
"Absolutely not!" Red tinted her cheeks and her eyes blazed. "Are you aware of my position in this hotel?"
"Yes, and I can think of a dozen other positions I'd like to see you in."
She paused, eyes widened, and then she burst into laughter. "You certainly are cocky."
He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close. "You have no idea." Although, she should have a good inkling now.
His cock pressed to her cleft.
"Colt," she said his name on a breath, "are you sure that's your name and not the impressive weapon you have held against
me?"
"In this," he fingered the neckline of her top, "you're asking to be frisked." He hooked his finger on the neckline,
tugged gently, and looked down her blouse, seeing the lace edging of her black bra. "I'd like to cuff you to my bed,"
he whispered. "Come with me."
"Where?"
His lips lifted on the corner.
"Oh hell, Colt, I'm not sleeping with you." Fluttering pulse beats were visible in the delicate skin of her neck.
She nervously glanced around the room. Then she turned back to Colt and met his eyes. "This...you and I...can't happen."
Colt caressed her neck with his calloused fingertips. "We're in Vegas. Let's bet on it?"
"Literally?"
"Sure. If you draw the high card, we'll go into the restaurant, talk about our families back in Preston, and then
we'll say good night. I'll go to my room and get myself off again. What will you do in your room?"
Taylor sucked in a breath. "What makes you think you can talk to me like this?"
"Taylor, I think I can persuade you to do anything I ask."
Her shoulders stiffened, but she still smiled. "I should tell your mother."
He chuckled and shook his head. "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Not that his mother would be shocked. Colt
doubted anything he did would surprise his family. He'd never been one to conform to their ideals. In fact, he bucked
against authority...that is, unless it was his.
Taylor shifted from one foot to the other. "If I know one thing about Vegas, it's that the house always wins."
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