Thrill Seeker

Thrill Seeker

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She’s Tree, yes her parents actually named her that, and if it’s one thing that she loves doing, its thrill seeking. It’s stupid, she knows, but, it’s worth it. You name it, she’s done it. well, kinda but, the one thing she hasn’t done was find love. Cheesy, I know. You see, that really wasn’t an appealing subject to her and what thrill is watching a guy get a boner from looking at you? In her opinion, she’d choose AP Calculus over love any day. (Her words, not mine. Believe me.) Unless you find searching for break-up songs when your relationship goes down the drain fun, then be her guest. So, if you mix a new not so average, and by not so average I mean hot and completely average, boy in town; what do you get? A whole new ride and maybe a bit of fun… or not I suppose. We’re just here for the ride.
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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