Fletcher Novak is Sexy.
Fletch has charm, Fletch has charisma, and Fletch has moves. He turns dreams into reality two nights a week, baring his body to lonely women, bored housewives, and bachelorettes looking for that one last good time. He’s into one-night stands, one-time things, and he never, ever gets serious.
Tiffy Preston is looking for commitment.
A billionaire’s daughter with the world at her fingertips, Tiffy’s in Lake Tahoe to take over her father’s hotel and clean up the Mountain Men Male Revue Show. She’s well-bred, polite, and hates everything Fletcher represents.
But Fletcher offers Tiffy something she can’t refuse—total satisfaction and the man of her dreams. All she has to do is… everything he tells her.
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“Have you thought about me?” I ask. “Since last night at the show? Because I’ve thought about you.”
“What did you think about me? That I’m your next victim?”
“No, actually.” I smooth down the blanket on the ground of the shed and then step towards her, taking her face in my hands and pulling her tight against my chest. “I’ve thought about your hot breath as you panted against my cock when I was standing on your chair. I thought about your upturned eyes, looking at me if I ever got the chance to get you on your knees.”
She gulps air.
“Now tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Because you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to be.”
“We’re locked in,” she whispers as my mouth moves in closer.
I kiss her softly. No tongue, just a small, tender kiss that makes girls melt. “You have a phone, Tiffy. One call to your BFF, Claudio, and you’re free.”
She stares at me.
“But even though I might be the biggest prick you ever met, you want me, don’t you.”
She swallows hard.
“And I want you. That’s why we’re here. I want you. So if you don’t feel the same way, now’s your chance to say so.”
“I want…” She stops. There was a word on her lips, but I’m almost certain it was not my name. Jealousy heats me up in a millisecond. What kind of girl has another man’s name on her tongue when she’s gazing up into my eyes?
“What?” I say sharply. “What were you gonna say?”
“I want to be irresistible. Like you.”
“What?” I have to admit, I’m surprised. And then I laugh. “Are you a virgin?”
“I’m twenty-six, asshole. I’m not a fucking virgin.”
“Then what do you mean? I’m confused.”
“You’re just…” She sighs. “So good at this stuff. Seduction, right? I’m bad at it.”
“Who do you want to seduce?” My jealous rage is back.
“No one. Not specifically. But you’re so confident. And I’m so… not. I feel like I should take notes.”
It’s my turn to sigh. “What, you want me to teach you how to seduce someone?” The irony is not lost.
“Well, look. I hate you. I really do. You had me grabbing your cock last night and then I got accused of sexually harassing you. You made me feel like an idiot in that meeting with your plans and proposals. And now I’m up in your sex den, and I’m not sure what’s happening.” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “Tell me how you get all this control. How do you do it?”
I think about this for a few seconds, and then take a calculated risk. “How many blowjobs have you given in your life, Tiffy?”
“What?” She laughs, putting her hand over her heart like the word ‘blowjob’ is an assault on her virtue.
“I’ve given… one,” she admits, and then averts her eyes.
I’m turned on again. “One? One is not enough. If you want to know how to control a man, you don’t need to look any further than your own mouth. Men are drawn to lips. Every girl they ever think about sexually starts with an image of their cock in that girl’s mouth. So if you want control, you gotta lead a guy to your mouth.”
She takes a deep breath. “Go on.”
God, why am I so annoyed that she’s asking me for pointers? I can make her do anything I want right now. I should be celebrating.
“Please,” she begs. “Tell me.”I place a hand on her shoulder and push. “Get on your knees.”
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