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I finish my wine and gather my fake Louis that looks even realer with a coat of cabernet on my vision. “How can I say no to that?”

He takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. After he jabs the button, he looks around at the deserted lobby. Not a soul in sight. Joe presses me against the wall and my legs turn to jelly, he cups my face and it goes numb, and he kisses me deep and I. Cannot. Even. Cope.

His tongue’s heat, his taste of faint whiskey, his breath hot on my face as his big hands clasp mine—Christ on a cupcake. I feel my knees tremble beneath me as our mouths unite.

A small warning flag flares in my head. It’s entirely possible he’ll kiss and tell, and I know of many authors who slept with industry people and word passed around…but I’m tipsy and he’s gorgeous, and this sounds exactly like the kind of trouble I want to get into.

T
oday has been
full of unexpected surprises. Bethany Bonafont hit on me. Not a pleasant surprise. But then, not only did I learn all about some excellent new marketing strategies, met some online friends in person, and got half-price drinks at the bar, but I’m currently making out with an incredibly hot woman in an elevator, on the way up to my room.

And,
and
, she totally thinks I’m a model.

I mean, I was…once. And I was amazingly ripped…once. I still have a hot bod, but to think I’m a shirtless model, walking around to pick up girls’ phone numbers? Ha-ha! This is an excellent day. I’d pat myself on the back if my hands weren’t currently up her shirt.

She is
loving
it, by the way.

Joe McCoy, Stud Resurrected.

We fall out of the elevator, and she’s giggling like an adorable schoolgirl. I take a moment to picture her in a short plaid skirt with pigtails, and my cock jumps in my jeans.

My evening just can’t possibly get any better. Even if I didn’t get a chance to talk to Dream Agent.

To be fair, I didn’t plan on hooking up while here. I joke about it with the bros, but I’m also all business. It just sort of happened. Post-interview. As you do. She is gorgeous and hilarious, a warm person that you want to get lost with. I bet she’s a great writer. But I don’t get lost with girls, just with words. More importantly, just my
own
words. It’ll be a fun romp and off we go. I’m dating my career right now. But I’m not about to pass up a great opportunity for sex. My bros would kill me.

Buddy Lunch is going to be effing fantastic this weekend. Time to write some stories I can tell them later.

I grab Miranda by her gorgeous little waist and direct her down the hallway that leads toward my room. A couple emerges a few doors down, I salute them and carry on, dick already throbbing. I can smell her arousal from here and it’s intoxicating.

Guys can bitch all they want, but I love pussy. A woman’s pussy is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I know people don’t expect it because I write about dicks all the time, but let’s be real here, my dick is pretty damn amazing. It’s the inspiration for every book I’ve ever written. But pussy? Slay me now. The smell, the taste, the feel, I love it. Miranda is about to see God fifty-seven times tonight, because my oral skills are fucking legendary.

We barely make it into my room before my cock is aching against my jeans. Fucking prisons. I should be a nudist. Maybe that would be enough to propel me back into the gym. Not that I need a lot of work, mind. I’m still goddamn sexy, but there’s something pretty freaking awesome about walking around completely ripped and having girls wipe the drool off their faces.

Or, uh, so I recall.

What I like about Miranda, though, is she doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who would drool. She seems normal, cool. The kind of girl you could take to Buddy Lunch and not have her try to replace the Fireball with Buttery Nipples. Not that—not that I want to take her home and introduce her to the bros, but. Of course not. She’s just a breath of fresh air compared to all the other vapid lays I’ve experienced in the past couple years. It doesn’t really matter, because I never see them again, but I was starting to forget what it was like to fuck someone who was really fun to be with.

My cock jumps again. I’m fucking
hungry
for this girl. I kick shut my door and drop her on my bed. She lets out a squeal, but I am right on top of her, silencing her mouth with my own. Not only do I love pussy, but I love, fucking McLove, making out. Kissing is so sexy. The way lips and tongues move together is fucking hot. See how poetic I am about it? I should be a writer.

Once, not to brag (ha! Who am I kidding? Of course I’m effing bragging) but I got a girl off just by kissing her. Life goal: accomplished.

I wonder if I can do it again? I slide off of Miranda and tuck her into me. I start slow, looking into her beautiful blue eyes and running my hands through her hair. Seduction is so important in sex. She’s got to fucking
feel
it before I even touch her.

“Forgive me a moment,” I whisper in her ear and she shivers. I reach down and unbutton my jeans, but leave them on, so my poor cock has some breathing room. This is as much for me as it is for her. If I just wanted an orgasm, I’d jerk myself off. I’m efficient and damn good at it. Sex, on the other hand, is meant to be savored. And I’m a goddamn connoisseur of coitus. A sommelier of sexing, if you will. The head chef of shagg—okay, yes, I’m done.

Her hands reach for my pants, sweet girl, ready to help me out, but I tuck one arm under me and pin the other to the bed. “Not yet,” I whisper against her lips. Slowly, I kiss her, not allowing her tongue into my mouth. Fuck yeah, I’m a tease.

I part her lips with my own and suck on her lower lip. I feel her body arch into mine and it feels amazing. This woman is built like a sex goddess, all tight curves and perky tits. I can feel her nipples against my chest, and my cock takes another leap. I can’t wait until they are in my mouth, but wait I must.

My tongue slips into her mouth, a little at a time. She’s eager, desperately pressing against me for more, but I keep my pace and leave her squirming. I press her hand into the mattress and murmur, “Stay” in her ear.

She shivers again. Fuck, it’s sexy.

I slowly unbutton her shirt and find a pink lacy bra waiting for me underneath. I love lace. Really, I love everything about sex. Sex is fucking amazing. Sex is where we belong, two bodies moving together in total pleasure. Orgasms are great, but they can happen any time. It’s the lead up, all the foreplay and the touching, that really makes it worth it.

I run my fingers down her stomach and back up her side. Every place I touch, her body responds in goose bumps or shivers. She’s a live wire and desperate. I like desperate, but only when we’re tangled up and I’ve got control of the reins. Desperate for
me
. Control is sexy as hell.

She bites my lower lip with a small growl and presses herself back into me, her cunt rubbing against my leg. She reminds me of a cat, desperate to be petted. I oblige, but only for a second, running my fingers over her skirt. I’m rewarded with throaty groans and an intense kiss that makes my balls ache. This woman knows how to kiss.

I know what she wants, but I’m enjoying this too much. I leave her lips and trail kisses down her neck. When my tongue runs over the same spots I’ve kissed, she gasps, so I repeat the action on the other side of her neck. This dirty little minx moves her hands and grabs a fistful of my shirt, body arching into mine.

Time for the wrist to go back where it belongs. I roll on top of her, my cloistered dick pressing against her waiting heat, and pin both wrists above her head. My hips roll against hers, and she pants in my ear. I keep eye contact and mimic the motion again, rubbing my nose against hers.

“That feels amazing,” she whispers against my lips, and I let her kiss me, but just once. “I need more.”

“Do you?” I keep hold of both her wrists with one hand and bite her earlobe. I’m rewarded with a delicious moan. “This isn’t enough for you?”

“Hell no.”

It makes me laugh a little. I press her hands back into the pillows and work my way from her lips to her breasts. I’d wager they are a healthy C cup, my favorite size. There’s enough to be hot, but also just enough to palm with a full hand. Not that I’d kick any size out. But these are absolutely perfect, and I peel back a small bit of lace to expose the rosy top of her right nipple. It’s the perfect shade of pink. I gently cover it with my mouth, savoring the taste and feel of her. I lick and suck in tiny bites while teasing her other nipple with my fingertips. She tries to push herself further into me, but I press back into her and stop her arching hips from gaining the ground she hopes for.

She lets out a small growl, and I bite her nipple in return, just enough to make her draw a breath. “Trust me,” I tell her, nipple still in my mouth. “Don’t fight me.”

She could, and it would be hot, but I’m not really in the mood for fighting. I’m in the mood for lovemaking. Not all lovemaking means you’re in love, either. Joe McCoy doesn’t do love. It’s just an elevated form of sex, a more passionate and sensual experience that fills you from your head to your toes. If I didn’t like writing dick jokes so much, I’d be the cock-wielding version of Bethany Bonafont.

But, come on, dick jokes. Way more fun.

I move to her other breast, licking and nibbling my way across the sweet valley between them. She smells like vanilla, and usually I don’t care for vanilla, but mixed with the scent of her sex, I want to eat her entirely, lick her up like an ice cream cone, and suddenly I can barely wait any longer. Forget a reprise of the kissing orgasm. I want her, and I want her now.

Pulling the lace back over her breasts, I kiss my way down her tight stomach and grab the waistband of her skirt with my teeth. I drag it down to her ankles, letting my fingers dig into her skin on the way down. She’s now spread-eagle on my bed in nothing but lace and an unbuttoned shirt, looking positively unkempt and primal. I dip down between her legs and lick her center over the top of her lacy panties. She thrusts into my mouth and groans. I peel back the tiniest layer of lace and give her a taste of what she’s looking for.

The moans, sweet baby Jesus, the moans kill me. My cock strains and jumps against my jeans. I press her hips down into the bed and slide a finger against her clit. With my other hand, I unzip my jeans and kick them off as quickly as I can. She catches sight of this and pushes up on her elbows.

“I want to see you,” she says, big-eyed and open-mouthed. I flash her a wide grin and rip off my boxers. Like a #baws. I can buy more boxers, but I can’t buy a cooler first impression. Her eyes practically bug out of her head as my cock bounces up and down from the friction and settles into a fully erect position.

Oh yes, ladies, I’m super huge.

She rolls over and crawls towards me on the bed with full bedroom eyes and stops inches away from my cock. She sticks her tongue out and barely licks my tip. It’s like my veins turn to fire from that single lick.

I can’t help myself. I shove my full length at her, and she takes it hungrily, sliding me all the way into the depths of her throat. It feels fucking
amazing
. Her mouth is hot and wet, and she works my cock like a popsicle. Her head swivels and dips, taking my length with her, and then she gently bites all the way up to my head. She hums against me, sending vibrations of pleasure all the way to the bottoms of my feet. I groan loudly, reminding myself of a bear shifter story I never finished, and thrust into her mouth.

I’ll finish tonight, know what I’m saying?

She doesn’t gag once, just keeps on taking me in stride. Maybe I’m not the only one who knows exactly what they’re doing. A hand slides up my leg and grabs hold of my balls. This is the best part, that sweet pressure as my cock is being sucked and…

“Fuck!” I jump back. She’s trying to finish me off before we even get started, and it’s delicious torture. She just smiles at me and licks her lips.

“That’s for all the teasing,” she tells me, fucking me slowly with her eyes and dragging a finger down her collarbone and between her lace-wrapped breasts. “Now come over here and love me up with that tongue of yours.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I immediately answer, turned on more than ever. It truly is a shame I don’t write hetero romance. This would be a scene for the ages.

Miranda lies back down and spreads her legs, running her hands over her gorgeous body. I follow them, mesmerized. She’s totally banging, y’all. And I am going to bang
her
. I grab her ankles and move them together. In my hands, she’s putty. I slide her panties down her legs and cup her ankle in my palm. I kiss it and slowly make my way up her calves and thighs. She practically purrs in pleasure.

The closer I get to her sweet spot, the more anxious I get to ride her until she can’t walk. Let her take a Hoveround to the conference tomorrow, because this girl is about to get tore up from the floor up…in my bed.

Her fingers dip into her cunt and rub across her clit, so sexy. I grab her wrist and suck the taste of her from her fingers. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I suck each one clean and move to her waiting pussy. She smells like heaven, my version of heaven, where there is nothing but naked girls and beer. I blow warm air across her exposed skin and watch her body twist in pleasure. Because she bit me, even though I totally loved it, I only give her one slow lick from her opening to her clit and return to kissing her legs.

Miranda groans and whines at me, but she doesn’t stay mouthy for long. While I’m kissing her thighs, I slide a finger across her clit and shut her right up. I work her like this for a few minutes, watching her wetness glisten. I lick it up with three tongue strokes and move to her other thigh. Everyone loves a good teasing. Everyone.

As long as I’m not on the receiving end.

The scent of her calls to me, though, and I can only disallow myself for so long. I dive straight into her, licking and sucking as though she were my only sustenance. I tongue her opening and listen to her fall apart above me, panting and moaning and crying out. My cock aches, knowing exactly what sweet heaven is waiting for me, but she hasn’t come for me yet. Priorities: women always come first. Who says chivalry is dead?

I slip a finger into her opening and love on her clit. A few curled finger motions and a nibble or two, and I get the first
oh, fuck
of the night. Her whole body trembles beneath me, and I can feel her orgasm on my tongue. I lick her once more, gently, and kiss my way back up to her full lips, already open and waiting for me. She sucks the taste of herself off my tongue, which is also totally hot, and her hands are grabbing for my cock.

I’m so wound up, her soft hands make me bury my face in her shoulder and recite baseball stats. I go through the entire Royals roster before I calm down.

Her hands are all over me like she’s reading me, another book for her to devour. I tease her opening with my tip, and this good girl spreads her legs. I nibble on her neck and fumble around my nightstand for a condom.