little more time. She will.”
They gazed at each other for a long time—with
understanding, sympathy, and tenderness.
Then Victoria happened to glance back at the
clock on the bedside table.
She sat up straight in bed. “Shit! It’s
after seven! I have to teach a class at eight!”
Greg straightened up and peered at the
clock. “Is it already that late? I’m going to be running behind too.”
“I’m later than you are. I get the shower
first,” Victoria insisted, scrambling out of bed and racing for the bathroom.
She took a five-minute shower. She didn’t
wash her hair, but she had to at least soap up and rinse off to get rid of the
sweat and semen from their lovemaking.
Then she raced through her hair, makeup and
clothes while Greg took his shower. She had a longer commute from the house
than she had from her apartment, and she’d had trouble getting used to the new
schedule.
She was throwing on a pearl necklace—one
that suited the vintage silk blouse she had paired with a black pencil
skirt—when Greg came out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips.
He gave her an appreciative once-over. “When
you dress like that—all prim and old-fashioned—you make me want to bend you
over and fuck you until you scream.”
She chuckled and felt a little tug at her
pussy. She had no idea why her sense of fashion and wire-rimmed glasses got him
so hot. But it always gave her a possessive thrill to know that he really
wanted her —the real Victoria Ray—and everything about her. “Save that
thought until later. It’s your birthday, after all.”
As she spoke, she slid on a pair of black
and white retro heeled pumps and peered at herself in the mirror to make sure
she’d put on everything essential.
“I know,” Greg said thickly, stepping over
and brushing his hand across her breast, tweaking the nipple that tightened
under his touch. “I have all kinds of plans for tonight.”
Her intimate muscles clenched in
anticipation but she didn’t have time to indulge it. She just arched her
eyebrows. “I can hardly wait.”
Before he could respond, she glanced back at
the clock. “Shit! I have to go. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yep. Have a good day. Don’t drive too fast
and have an accident.” He’d gone over to the closet to find something to wear.
She’d left the room, grabbed her purse and
was about to head out the front door of the house when she remembered
something.
So she raced back to the bedroom and barged
into the closet, where Greg was pulling a blue dress shirt off its hanger.
She gave him a quick kiss and mumbled,
“Almost forgot. I love you.”
He chuckled in warm appreciation and pulled
the length of her body against his before she could get away.
He said, “Baby, I love you too.”
***
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Excerpt from Escorted
Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was just after
three o’clock. Surely this guy wouldn’t be late for a potential new client.
She was looking at the entrance with a slightly peeved
expression when a voice startled her out of her impatience.
“Lori.”
She jerked her head around and inexplicably saw the
compelling, bald man standing next to her table with his cup of coffee. She
blinked up at him, wondering vaguely if he’d noticed her leering at him.
“Is it Lori?”
She nodded mutely.
The man smiled—an urbane, sensual smile that ignited
even his blue-gray eyes. He reached a hand out to her in greeting. “I’m Ander.”
Lori’s mouth dropped open and she gaped at him.
While she was normally a friendly, outgoing person who
handled social situations with ease, she was already insecure about this
meeting. And her shock at
They gazed at each other for a long time—with
understanding, sympathy, and tenderness.
Then Victoria happened to glance back at the
clock on the bedside table.
She sat up straight in bed. “Shit! It’s
after seven! I have to teach a class at eight!”
Greg straightened up and peered at the
clock. “Is it already that late? I’m going to be running behind too.”
“I’m later than you are. I get the shower
first,” Victoria insisted, scrambling out of bed and racing for the bathroom.
She took a five-minute shower. She didn’t
wash her hair, but she had to at least soap up and rinse off to get rid of the
sweat and semen from their lovemaking.
Then she raced through her hair, makeup and
clothes while Greg took his shower. She had a longer commute from the house
than she had from her apartment, and she’d had trouble getting used to the new
schedule.
She was throwing on a pearl necklace—one
that suited the vintage silk blouse she had paired with a black pencil
skirt—when Greg came out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips.
He gave her an appreciative once-over. “When
you dress like that—all prim and old-fashioned—you make me want to bend you
over and fuck you until you scream.”
She chuckled and felt a little tug at her
pussy. She had no idea why her sense of fashion and wire-rimmed glasses got him
so hot. But it always gave her a possessive thrill to know that he really
wanted her —the real Victoria Ray—and everything about her. “Save that
thought until later. It’s your birthday, after all.”
As she spoke, she slid on a pair of black
and white retro heeled pumps and peered at herself in the mirror to make sure
she’d put on everything essential.
“I know,” Greg said thickly, stepping over
and brushing his hand across her breast, tweaking the nipple that tightened
under his touch. “I have all kinds of plans for tonight.”
Her intimate muscles clenched in
anticipation but she didn’t have time to indulge it. She just arched her
eyebrows. “I can hardly wait.”
Before he could respond, she glanced back at
the clock. “Shit! I have to go. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Yep. Have a good day. Don’t drive too fast
and have an accident.” He’d gone over to the closet to find something to wear.
She’d left the room, grabbed her purse and
was about to head out the front door of the house when she remembered
something.
So she raced back to the bedroom and barged
into the closet, where Greg was pulling a blue dress shirt off its hanger.
She gave him a quick kiss and mumbled,
“Almost forgot. I love you.”
He chuckled in warm appreciation and pulled
the length of her body against his before she could get away.
He said, “Baby, I love you too.”
***
If you enjoyed Complicated, please check
out the excerpt from Escorted on the next pages. If you’d like to stay
up-to-date on sales and new releases, then you can sign up for my monthly newsletter,
in which I share news for both my Noelle Adams and Claire Kent pennames. You
can sign up through the link here .
Excerpt from Escorted
Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was just after
three o’clock. Surely this guy wouldn’t be late for a potential new client.
She was looking at the entrance with a slightly peeved
expression when a voice startled her out of her impatience.
“Lori.”
She jerked her head around and inexplicably saw the
compelling, bald man standing next to her table with his cup of coffee. She
blinked up at him, wondering vaguely if he’d noticed her leering at him.
“Is it Lori?”
She nodded mutely.
The man smiled—an urbane, sensual smile that ignited
even his blue-gray eyes. He reached a hand out to her in greeting. “I’m Ander.”
Lori’s mouth dropped open and she gaped at him.
While she was normally a friendly, outgoing person who
handled social situations with ease, she was already insecure about this
meeting. And her shock at
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