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I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. I do what I love and what I’m so very good at.

Then he walks in and drops $30,000. He wants to talk. And kiss. And take me home.

In a single night, this man turns everything upside-down and has me breaking every rule I’ve lived by to keep men at a distance. I’m about to learn some lessons the hard way.

Don’t tease him. Don’t give him boundaries. And don’t think you get a choice in who you love.


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Three Hard Lessons

Nikki Sloane

BOOK SERIES: 

I’m in such a delicious daze from these books… Two of the hottest stories I’ve read in a while, with possibly some of the best written sex scenes I have ever come across, this is a series you do not want to miss and an author you need to put on your radar ASAP!! I read the first book in a day and straight away jumped onto the second one, totally neglecting real life altogether. And not regretting it one bit. Both books in this series can be read as standalones, but I strongly recommend that they are read in order to best understand the characters and their storylines. Today, I have a sizzling excerpt for you from the second book in the series—Three Hard Lessons!!! It’s a scene that will have you fanning yourself, trust me, and it just so happens to be one of my fave moments in the book. I won’t spoil the story for you by telling you why… Enjoy!

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Excerpt

He went rigid as I positioned myself over him. Shit, was I moving too fast again? Did he want me some other way?

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He had one hand on my hip and the other slipped behind my neck. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m trying to remember this.” He let me lower myself down on him so he was right at my entrance. “Tonight’s got to get me through the next sexless year.”

I slid down, welcomed him inside my body, one fraction at a time. God, his cock was thick. My eyes fell closed as I descended further. The realization that this was it for him was powerful and struck me like a fist to my chest.

At last he was buried as deep as he could go. “Oh, god,” I cried out, my voice wrapped in pleasure. He silenced anything else I would have said when he took my mouth with his.

Now I was the only woman he’d been with in a year; the only woman he’d be with in two years if things continued the way he assumed they would. He’d chosen me for this.

The first hesitant move I made sent us both into panic.

“Stop,” he said. His hand was firm in its grasp on the nape of my neck. “It feels too good already.”

Something tightened in my chest painfully. It was some emotion I couldn’t put a label on, or refused to. A need that was scary and thrilling. This connection with him was too powerful to stop.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t make me stop,” I said. It sounded like I was begging, because I was. My arms crossed behind his back and I leaned forward, kissing him in the crook of his neck.

“Slow,” he ordered.

“I can do slow.” It was a lie, but I’d do my best. I moved again, shifting up in his lap and back down. The slow, slick slide of his cock inside me was amazing. Holy shit, I think I could come just from riding him like this. Slow and steady.

I began at a torturous pace, so much slower than I was used to, yet it was unbelievably arousing. In response, strong hands peeled the edge of the jacket down past my shoulders, letting the collar bunch at my elbows. As the silk lining fell away, Dom set his warm mouth on my exposed skin, the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue traced a line and left goosebumps in its trail.

He had me encased in his arms and held me tight when his hips hinted I could increase my tempo. So I did. How the f*ck did it feel so good?

“Look at me.” That rough voice turned my insides into liquid. His hands splayed over my body but his gaze was unrelenting and filled with passion. What we were doing? It didn’t feel like f*cking. This was something different, something I hadn’t done before. The unfamiliar newness left my head spinning.

“I’m going to be thinking about this,” he said, “every night for the next year. Every night it will be you.”

I gasped loudly and the muscles of my pussy clenched. “Oh my god.”

He could have doused me in gasoline and lit me on fire, and it wouldn’t have compared to how hot his words made me burn. My self-control was obliterated and I hungered for his kiss. I wanted to sink into his skin as the fire inside me raged brighter and brighter. The need for release came at me like a tornado. Fast, and unpredictable.

Our mouths melded into one. Beads of sweat flowered over our skin since the cold room felt like a sauna. Beneath me, his thrusts were powerful, hitting exactly where they needed to, scratching the itch that would send me over the edge. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t slow down, or look away from the aqua eyes gazing back at me. His ragged breath was warm on my face when he set his forehead against mine.

I was going to come. Any second now. The climb kept going higher, and higher, and higher . . . My toes curled into points and my eyes slammed shut. The pleasure welled up, ready to erupt –

His arms were locked around my body, and this prison began to close in, stilling me. Denying the pleasure that was about to set me free.

“No, no!” I cried, my eyes fluttering open. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”

The tortured look on his face was heartbreaking, and gone a second later, as was the tension in his arm. Oh shit, oh shit . . .

Hands clench my hips and drove me on him. These fast, hard thrusts were each tiny orgasms, teasing the big finish that loomed. “Please,” I begged him on every thrust. “Please . . . please . . .”

I crested and screamed all the way down. When I lose control, I really f*cking lose control of everything, including my voice. My heart slammed against my chest as ecstasy erupted from my core, deafening my mind. Only sensation remained. So much pleasure, it reached beyond bliss, and it lasted an eternity.

The sensation morphed into something new as he lost control after me. The pulsing inside my body narrowly avoided crossing over into pain since I was on total overload. He gasped and dug in his fingers, holding me while my body milked his orgasm from him. I moaned with each throb of his cock, clamping down on it with the muscles on my walls surrounding him.

He groaned. It was so sexy. Heat drenched us both and pressed us together as we slowly returned to earth. That was when it hit me.

Oh, holy, f*cking shit. I’d been so selfish.

He’d wanted to go slow and make a long memory to hold him through the next year, and in my greediness, that memory was now less than ten minutes. Maybe less than five. I’d lost all track of everything.

He clutched me tightly to his heaving chest. I shrugged out of the jacket so I could touch him with my skin completely unhindered. My naked body wrapped around his and I gripped him fiercely. “Dom.” My voice was a ghost. “I’m sorry.”

He lifted his head and blinked his disoriented eyes. “Sorry?”

“I didn’t go slow.”

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