Dmitri has decided to hang around in Minneapolis for a while, to try to tame the redheaded wildcat. He tells himself it’s just to prove that he can do it. He’s never lied to himself before…
Dmitri didn’t hear his phone ringing over the noise of the jukebox and the yelling of the patrons, but he felt it vibrating in his pocket. He looked closely at it and saw that it was after eleven, and that the fiery redhead was calling him. He smiled as he answered.
“Yeah?”
“Hello Dmitri,” she purred, “Miss me?”
“I’m hard already just hearing your voice…so yeah.”
“And I’ve got my fingers in my pussy because I’m…hey! Why do I hear so much noise? Are you partying without me?”
“No, I…”
“Bullshit! I hear music and yelling and stuff. Where the hell are you?”
“I’m working.”
“Where?”
“That bar you took me to on Saturday? I stopped here for a drink yesterday and they needed a weeknight bouncer. I got hired on the spot. Tonight’s the billiards contest. Last night was darts. Tomorrow night’s the wet tee-shirt contest with karaoke.”
“Wet tee shirt, huh? Think I could win?”
“Honey, if you put on a white tee shirt with no bra I’d be fired for punching out all of the men who grabbed at your tits…or I’d be fired for fucking you on the pool table.”
Alexandra was silent for so long that Dmitri asked, “You still there?”
He heard her moan and smiled.
“You just made yourself come, didn’t you?”
“No, you made me come. I’m tempted to head down there right now in a white tee shirt just to see what happens.”
“Don’t. So why’d you call? I thought we were gonna stick to weekends only.”
“Yeah, I know I told you that’s my rule. I don’t combine my biker self with my businesswoman self. But I can’t stop thinking about you. My pussy has finally stopped aching from the pounding you gave me, but now I want some more.”
Some guys walked in and Dmitri had to say, “Wait a minute, honey,” while he collected their money and stamped the backs of their hands. Once he had put the money into the lockbox he asked, “So what do you want from me?”
“Come over tonight.”
“I’m not done until after one.”
“I don’t care. I’ll wait up.”
“Does that make this a booty call?”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who’s calling, so you’re the one supplying the booty.”
“Whatever you say, babe.”
“So are you coming or not?”
“Not yet. But I will be as soon as I can get there.”
“I’d leave the door open but I know I don’t have to. You just let yourself in and I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Keep it juicy until I get there.”
“Bastard! I will.”
He hung up and smiled at the phone.
How the hell am I going to convince such a horny woman that the only man she needs is me? She’s used to getting what she wants from any man she asks. But playing hard-to-get is impossible. All I can think about is slamming myself into her again until she shrieks out my name. Damn!
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Warning: this is one of the most erotic books I’ve ever written. I always let the characters “tell” me how much sex is involved in their “courtship.” These two don’t mince words. They both have huge appetites and have discovered how well they “fit” together. Does this make you want to read more? On my website are links to reviews, as well as another excerpt. Remember, leave a comment for a chance to win either an autographed paperback of Only One Man Will Do (if you live in the USA), or an eBook. I’ll be working both jobs for the next couple of days, so I have to choose my winners tonight. I’ll do it after 10pm, EST.
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