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Taking Control
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from Total E-Bound Publishing
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Jennifer Steele is plagued by memories of a violent crime. Desperate
to pull herself together, she's dealt another blow when her boss
hires a new employee for her bank branch. It's Jen's job to do the
hiring, and she'd never have chosen a man so handsome-- and arrogant.
T.K. Knight is a striking part Native American who seems more at
home on a ranch than in an office. Jen's not completely sure of his
motives, but can't resist his charm or the pure lust that takes over
whenever he's around.
When Jen discovers T.K. might not have been placed in her office by
chance, their already heated situation gets even hotter. The truth
can be hard to face, but Jen finds she has to take control of the
past, to make way for the future.
(m/f
contemporary erotic romance)
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Excerpt:
People from the next class warmed up on the mat. It was a busy school,
and she liked the bustle and activity. She grabbed her gym bag from the
floor and glanced at the row of closed doors. One was open. "Looks like
only one dressing room is available. Are you in a hurry, or--"
T.K.
lifted his bag and shoved her ahead of him into the small cubicle. He
slapped on the lights and closed the door, locking it. "We can share,"
he whispered.
Without a thought, Jen dropped her bag and melted into T.K.'s arms. He
pressed her against the wall, and their mouths came together. Wrapping
her arms around his neck, she parted her lips for the kiss she'd been
waiting for.
"Mmm,"
he moaned, his tongue delving into her mouth.
"Mmm
hmm," she agreed, tongue batting against his. She moved it around, found
his straight teeth and traced them.
He
crushed her body against his. Their uniforms were thin, and his bulging
erection felt huge, virtually burning her leg.
Her
free leg wrapped behind him, pulling his body closer. With another soft
moan, he shifted his hips so they pressed into her core.
"Yes," she hissed, thrusting her pelvis at him.
He
tugged the band from her hair, releasing her ponytail. One hand sifted
through the long strands, and he wrapped his fingers around them.
"Turnabout is fair play," she murmured, releasing his hair from the
ponytail holder. It fell to his shoulders in straight, silky lengths. "I
like this."
He
panted for breath. "You're so beautiful. But the walls here are thin.
Maybe we should move this party elsewhere."
"Listen." Jen held a hand up. The dressing room door next to them
slammed. She heard two voices become quieter as other students left. In
the distance, an instructor called the next class to order. "It's pretty
private in here. The late class just started. I think we have some
time."
He
smiled, looking her over. "If you say so. I can't decide where to
begin."
Jen
reached a hand between them and tugged her belt off. Her uniform top
loosened then opened.
"Good idea." He dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking through the
thin, lacy fabric of her bra.
"It
fastens in front," she told him, arching her back.
"Thank God." He fumbled with the clasp, setting her breasts free. "Much
better. And beautiful, just like I knew they would be."
"Ugh!" Jen pressed his head to her breast. "You talk too much."
"Bossy." He clucked his tongue, mouth pressed against her skin. "Better
be careful. I might bite."
"Please do!" Her pussy creamed with desire at his soft chuckle.
"Okay, Ms. Steele. I see how it is. You like it a little rough, do you?"
One of his hands breached the elastic waistband of her uniform and slid
inside.
Feelings and emotions flooded her senses. She couldn't answer. When his
hand slipped inside her panties, she froze.
Reviews:
The bank staff are
quirky and fun, and even with the seriousness of the storyline I found
myself having a laugh at these great people. With a mix of lust,
laughter and love Taking Control is a good read for that me time
you're hanging out for.
~ Rachel C., Fallen Angel Reviews
4 Angels ~ FAR ~ Read review here
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