The Hollywood Heart

The Hollywood Heart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 11, 2016
'A sexy waitress in sheer black stockings and lacy underwear is extremely distracting.' His bold, confident gaze dropped to her full cleavage and lingered. 'You make it impossible for me to concentrate on the boring blonde next to me.' "You're joking?" 'I never joke about fantasies,' he drawled. 'Especially sexual ones.' He thought the blonde was boring? "You're having sexual fantasies?" 'Do you blame me?' The frank appraisal in his eyes was so at odds with her own plummeting opinion of herself. Then she realised that he had to be making fun of her because she knew she wasn't remotely sexy. "It isn't fair to tease me, Mr.Johnson". 'You only have to call me Mr. Johnson the first time. After that, it's "sir".' Amused dark eyes slid from her breasts to her mouth. 'And I rather think you're the one teasing me.' He was looking at her with the type of unapologetic masculine appreciation men reserved for beautiful women. They hired her because she wasn't his type He was her type
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Fair warning- Major plot holes and rushed writing - "Is this for me or him?" He spoke as he traced the waistband of her soft pink lace thong. "Neither of you." She spoke roughly as she rolled her eyes again. Angelo was all about possession and it was something she'd never grant him. Her legs spread as he kissed her through her panties. "Mmm looks like they're for me based on our current situation, no?" He chuckled as he slid them down her legs before they disappeared into his pocket. "Oh shut up and eat me." "My pleasure." -- Serenity Jones, a 29 year old newly hired FBI intelligence analyst and previous NYPD detective, had never planned to sleep with cold hearted Mobster Angelo Costello once- let alone the countless other times it'd happened. *Full description inside* ****WARNING THERE WILL BE MATURE SCENES SUCH AS MURDER, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND HARSH LANGUAGE! TRIGGER WARNING****

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