home. What could possibly go wrong?
Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who
likes to have fun with men — in the bedroom. Once she’s had her fun she moves
on — until she tries to sneak into one man’s apartment only to discover he
knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but
is he worth hanging around for?Alexander Hawthorne is your average wealthy recluse, with a wicked mother
hell-bent on controlling every aspect of his life. When he falls in love —
with a painting — and discovers the artist is even more breathtaking than her
work, he is determined to escape his golden prison to be with her.
own the building?”
down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know,
phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it,
baby, work my building.”
sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference
room, didn’t walk in.
eighteen-year-old.” She winked at me.
free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to
her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.”
to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same
thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed
her years ago.
even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.”
an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick
first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
meeting wasn’t right. I want to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on
gathering the paperwork.
to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I
know I would lose her forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life
than not at all.
in my seat but didn’t stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild.
Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their
it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it
by being too afraid to touch her.
smooth and warm as I remembered.
grip, would she give?
where I was hard.
That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give
me what she knew I wanted.
Elizabeth Lynx writes romantic comedy with steam. She’s a recovering comedian. Wife and mother of the male species. Believer in love & laughter. Her life consists of preventing small catastrophes and wondering if a day will exist when she doesn’t have to fold laundry.