Release Date: October 17, 2019
Genre: Romantic Comedy Standalone
Cover Design: JM Walker @ Just Write Creations
Photographer: R+M Photography
Models: Kaman Sheldon and Madison Rae
Nothing good ever comes from a beach fling.
Except maybe your happily ever after.
Jessica Compton had her life planned out. When she agreed to be her best friend’s sidekick on a trip to meet her online boyfriend, Jessica left her life plan at home for a week of fun. Ledgers, numbers and a corner office were supposed to make her a happy girl, not six feet of muscle, brown hair, blue eyes, and a New York accent.
Thorton Cresswell III knew how to have a good time. When his best friend asked him to be his wingman on a trip to meet his online girlfriend, Cress readily agreed. Notoriety, fortune, and success were supposed to make him happy, but a five-foot-six-inch blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a southern drawl had every cell in his body wanting something he never had before.
The night Jessica spent with Cress cost her more than her virtue, but was it the start of something more? Were they meant to be?
All the best love stories are filled with humor, love, and the magic of destiny…
Jess is hot, and she wants to play. I’ve never been much into role-playing, but I’ll do whatever she wants.
“Yes, Ms. Compton?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just did. Is there something else?”
She walks toward me and bends down so her ample breasts are all I see. “I forgot my homework today. Is there something I can do to make up for it?”
I drag my finger over her boobs. “I’m sure we can think of something.” I take the cuffs from her. “We’ll see about using those later. Turn around and touch your toes.” Without hesitation, she does as I’ve asked. She’s not wearing panties, and she’s waxed. When did she do that? Fuck. She’s going to kill me.
“I think I have something in mind.” I stand, rubbing against her upturned ass. “Why don’t we start with you taking off my jeans.”
She rights herself then steps closer. The humor in her eyes tells me she’s enjoying this. Her fingers deftly unfasten the button and slide the zipper down. My dick springs out and almost hits her in the face as she squats to remove my shoes and jeans.
She giggles. “You’ve done that before.”
I smile as I step out of my pants and pull my shirt over my head before lying on the bed. She produces a tube that I didn’t see. “What’s that?”
“A sample I told a sales rep I’d try for him. It’s supposed to help with the gagging reflex during oral sex.”
I waggle my brows. “Sounds good.”
She opens the tube and squirts this thick gel onto her finger then tosses it to me. She rubs it between her thumb and finger. “Doesn’t feel gritty,” she says before she sticks her finger in her mouth. As she brings her finger out, her lips clamp around it, giving the image of her sucking my cock. She’s being feisty.
I don’t wait for permission before I kiss her. My tongue requests permission that she readily grants, and the taste of strawberries floods my tongue. Who doesn’t love strawberries? “Baby, crawl on top and back you ass up here. I want to taste you.”
She giggles like the schoolgirl she’s dressed like. I move toward the center of the bed and help her get comfortable. I kiss the inside of her thigh, relishing her tongue stroking me from root to tip. The tip of my tongue plays with her clit, eliciting a moan. The moment she takes me into her mouth, I’m lost in the sensation. Her head is bobbing up and down as my teeth rake over her sensitive nub. I move my tongue, but I don’t feel what I’m supposed to. What I feel is a wet glob in the crack of my ass.
“Jeth?” What the hell? My tongue isn’t working.
“Did you juth spit in my ath?”
“I’m thorry. My lipth and tongue aren’t working.”
“My tongue feelth huge.”
I roll her off me. She’s laughing so hard she’s crying.
We rush to the bathroom. Thank God there are two sinks. We rinse our mouths. She grabs her toothbrush, and the toothpaste then hands it to me. We’re brushing our teeth. Her tongue is out, and she’s scrubbing that baby like there’s no tomorrow.
She points her toothbrush at me. “I’m telling him thath a no go.”
“No go? Tell him I’m thuing for damages if I can’t taste you again. Is it swollen? It won’t fit in my mouth.” I stick out my tongue.
Her shoulders shake, and the tears are flowing from laughter. She shakes her head as she tries to speak. “No.”
I run a washcloth under hot water then cleanse myself as I point at her pussy. “My tongue wath in there. You may want to wath before you can’t feel anything.” This was not how I saw tonight going. I wanted to make love to her before our big day tomorrow. “Leth go to bed. Maybe it’ll be worn off by morning. We need to leave early anyway.”
She nods, but the look in her eyes says she’s disappointed.
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About the Author
I’m Savannah Maris, a southern girl and hopeless romantic. I’m passionate about writing stories that incorporate southern charm with a little spice.
I grew up on a farm in a small southern town with a love of sports, dance, and music which usually find their way into my books. My husband and I have two grown children. When I’m not writing, my husband and I are attending sporting events, traveling, or working.
What will find in my books? You’ll find suspense and romance in the Riverton Crossing Series. If contemporary romance is what you’re looking for, try Crossroads of the Heart.
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