So, I did the unthinkable. The unimaginable! When I revised Sugar Daddy for the new release….I cut a couple sex scenes?
I know. What? Me? Who are these aliens who have taken over my libido, I mean my body. Surely not. Hell no. It cannot be!
It is so ;).
Fear not! Here’s the cut. Enjoy.
***This scene comes with a super sexy warning. Remember in Chapter 16 when they’re night shrimping? The part you didn’t see. Warm ocean, Reardon naked in the waves, Shay, girl! What you waiting for?***
I know. What? Me? Who are these aliens who have taken over my libido, I mean my body. Surely not. Hell no. It cannot be!
It is so ;).
Fear not! Here’s the cut. Enjoy.
***This scene comes with a super sexy warning. Remember in Chapter 16 when they’re night shrimping? The part you didn’t see. Warm ocean, Reardon naked in the waves, Shay, girl! What you waiting for?***
~~ll~~
“We didn’t bring—”
He pulled out two huge fluffy towels.
“I was gonna say bathing suits.”
“Even better.” His smile was wolfish.
The tide turned, racing spiritedly toward shore only to break in gentle wavelets. We headed back to the water, hand in hand. The creek grasses and old wooden trolley bridge glowed moonlight white, setting off a romantic scene. We crossed the shallows to a sandbar, sooty-soft underfoot and hoarding the warmth from the earlier sun.
Dropping his shorts at the last minute, he dashed into the inlet’s lazy ripples. “C’mon, darlin’, it’s warm.”
When he rose from the water, I took back my earlier thought. There was nothing finer than Reardon, in the moonlight, wet and inviting.
“That a challenge?” I called.
“Damn right.”
Undressing, I took my time all the way to the scraps of my bra and the nothingness of my panties. Every article of clothing discarded found him a few steps closer to shore until he ran at me, catching me in his arms. His kiss smothered my false cries of outrage as he raced back into the water.
“Mmm,” he hummed when my nipples floated bright and obvious through transparent fabric.
His fingertips pinched and released, commanding my breath as he drew the buds erect. I released the catch of my bra, baring my breasts to the pulls of his mouth. The ends of my hair spread by the current, my pussy wet by more than water.
Hot and hard, his length found me where my body boiled over. I eased my hands between us, inching his briefs over his glorious erection until the waistband snugged beneath his balls. “Here?”
“Now.”
There was nothing but a lacey string to pull aside and my fingers to guide him inside and oh, the feel of him filling me. Blazing on the outside, steely on the inside, his cock stretched me. Cool water eddied around us, licking my body while he lapped all over my breasts. I crossed my ankles at his backside, digging in as his thrusts forced moans from my mouth.
Held by Reardon’s hands on my ass, I came. He buried his face between my breasts, his raspy scruff and the thick rush of his release spurring me on until I rose above the waves, a keening mermaid.
Clinging to his shoulders against the drifting tide, I kissed him drowsily.
~~ll~~
“We didn’t bring—”
He pulled out two huge fluffy towels.
“I was gonna say bathing suits.”
“Even better.” His smile was wolfish.
The tide turned, racing spiritedly toward shore only to break in gentle wavelets. We headed back to the water, hand in hand. The creek grasses and old wooden trolley bridge glowed moonlight white, setting off a romantic scene. We crossed the shallows to a sandbar, sooty-soft underfoot and hoarding the warmth from the earlier sun.
Dropping his shorts at the last minute, he dashed into the inlet’s lazy ripples. “C’mon, darlin’, it’s warm.”
When he rose from the water, I took back my earlier thought. There was nothing finer than Reardon, in the moonlight, wet and inviting.
“That a challenge?” I called.
“Damn right.”
Undressing, I took my time all the way to the scraps of my bra and the nothingness of my panties. Every article of clothing discarded found him a few steps closer to shore until he ran at me, catching me in his arms. His kiss smothered my false cries of outrage as he raced back into the water.
“Mmm,” he hummed when my nipples floated bright and obvious through transparent fabric.
His fingertips pinched and released, commanding my breath as he drew the buds erect. I released the catch of my bra, baring my breasts to the pulls of his mouth. The ends of my hair spread by the current, my pussy wet by more than water.
Hot and hard, his length found me where my body boiled over. I eased my hands between us, inching his briefs over his glorious erection until the waistband snugged beneath his balls. “Here?”
“Now.”
There was nothing but a lacey string to pull aside and my fingers to guide him inside and oh, the feel of him filling me. Blazing on the outside, steely on the inside, his cock stretched me. Cool water eddied around us, licking my body while he lapped all over my breasts. I crossed my ankles at his backside, digging in as his thrusts forced moans from my mouth.
Held by Reardon’s hands on my ass, I came. He buried his face between my breasts, his raspy scruff and the thick rush of his release spurring me on until I rose above the waves, a keening mermaid.
Clinging to his shoulders against the drifting tide, I kissed him drowsily.
~~ll~~
Um, so. Yes?
I wanted to say thanks for the support, the amazing love and reviews for Sugar Daddy! It’s my first self-pub and as a re-release I was nervous as hell. Y’all surpassed my expectations beyond belief! There’s more to come. I promise I am writing as fast as I can type.
SUGAR DADDY:
She needs a job. He wants a mistress. Hearts and contracts are bound to get broken.
Shay Greer is pure GRITS—a Girl Raised In The South–but nowhere near a demure southern belle. She’s looking for a way out of her broken down marriage when she lands an unexpected job offer she really should refuse. Position? Mistress. Fringe Benefits? Of course. Fraternization with sexy CEO Reardon Boone? Required.
Shay signs on, lured by the promise of intimacy missing from her failed marriage. She’s barely survived a hellish year of heartbreak and needs a fresh start. Little does she know a clean break is the last thing she’ll get with the mysterious millionaire.
Reardon sticks to his tried and true rules: no-strings-attached seduction, no messy emotions, absolutely nothing resembling a real relationship. This sassy, sultry woman fits the bill precisely…until she arouses more than his erotic appetite.
A shark in the boardroom and a lady killer in the bedroom, Reardon is as irresistible as he is unattainable. Shay falls hard, but his inability to love could tear them apart. She finds out that beneath Reardon’s seductive mask lies a man as tortured as she is.
New edition, January 2014
SUGAR DADDY ON AMAZON
You know where to find me! Links all up there. Like, share, comment, LOVE! Up next? It is the sexy spring of the Don’t Tell series. Cover reveals, short spinoffs, ON HER WATCH is coming at you on June 3rd.
xoxo~
I wanted to say thanks for the support, the amazing love and reviews for Sugar Daddy! It’s my first self-pub and as a re-release I was nervous as hell. Y’all surpassed my expectations beyond belief! There’s more to come. I promise I am writing as fast as I can type.
SUGAR DADDY:
She needs a job. He wants a mistress. Hearts and contracts are bound to get broken.
Shay Greer is pure GRITS—a Girl Raised In The South–but nowhere near a demure southern belle. She’s looking for a way out of her broken down marriage when she lands an unexpected job offer she really should refuse. Position? Mistress. Fringe Benefits? Of course. Fraternization with sexy CEO Reardon Boone? Required.
Shay signs on, lured by the promise of intimacy missing from her failed marriage. She’s barely survived a hellish year of heartbreak and needs a fresh start. Little does she know a clean break is the last thing she’ll get with the mysterious millionaire.
Reardon sticks to his tried and true rules: no-strings-attached seduction, no messy emotions, absolutely nothing resembling a real relationship. This sassy, sultry woman fits the bill precisely…until she arouses more than his erotic appetite.
A shark in the boardroom and a lady killer in the bedroom, Reardon is as irresistible as he is unattainable. Shay falls hard, but his inability to love could tear them apart. She finds out that beneath Reardon’s seductive mask lies a man as tortured as she is.
New edition, January 2014
SUGAR DADDY ON AMAZON
You know where to find me! Links all up there. Like, share, comment, LOVE! Up next? It is the sexy spring of the Don’t Tell series. Cover reveals, short spinoffs, ON HER WATCH is coming at you on June 3rd.
xoxo~
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