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Here’s a tip: When you least expect it, expect it.

I’d been known to have my share of beautiful women. Usually, I met them in a bar, through a mutual acquaintance, or even when photographing them.

Imagine my surprise when a gorgeous blonde drove her car into mine on the way to a party.

No more than a minute after our run-in, a string of colorful words flew from her mouth in rapid fire.

Unexplainably, the angrier she became the HARDER I got. All sorts of scenarios played in my head of how I could get her to shut up. I was all for feisty women, but I preferred leaving that for the bedroom—not on the streets of New York.

When I learned she was a school teacher, that worsened my disposition. What man didn’t have a dirty teacher fantasy at one point in his life? I decided it was my turn to teach her a thing or two… or so I thought. Little did I know, Miss Prim-and-Proper would turn the tables on me.

She called me Mr. Kinky, and that was fine with me.

Lesson learned: Desire always trumps logic.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Craving Mr. Kinky

A.M. Madden & Joanne Schwehm

Book Series: Mr. Wrong

A brand new sexy romance is coming this week from authors A.M. Madden and Joanne Schwehm, and I have a sneak peek for you.

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Excerpt

Dante

The music changed to a slower melody, and like robots, the couples dancing all slowed down. They didn’t stop, but rather than their feet doing most of the work, their hips were.

“Dance with me.” Dante’s warm breath tickled the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

Panic shot through me. I pointed to a woman who was bent backward, her partner’s thigh supporting her body as if they were connected. “I… I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can.” Without haste, Dante pulled me into the center of the floor. Couldn’t he have picked a less conspicuous spot? All the saliva in my mouth evaporated, and I was sure this was going to end badly.

“Dante…”

He placed his finger over my lips and brushed his scruff-covered jaw over my cheek. “Follow my lead. I’ve got you, Cassie.”

Cassie

Dante took my right hand in his left, his right went to my lower back, and he pulled me toward him until our hips touched and our chests grazed against each other. I watched in awe as a couple gyrated next to us. It felt like we were in the middle of a Dirty Dancing remake, and the more I watched, the more I knew I couldn’t dance like that.

Suddenly, his hand lifted to cup my cheek, guiding my attention back to him. I worried my bottom lip until his thumb tugged and then stroked over where my teeth had been. Dante lowered his head, bringing his lips a breath away from mine. If I leaned forward one millimeter, our mouths would touch.

Maybe it was the music or the erotic vibe in the club, but my body screamed to be caressed—my lips begged to be kissed. He rested his forehead on mine, and when the music paused a beat, he said in a husky voice, “Dance as though you’re making love.”

The DJ raised the volume of the next song, and we were back in dancing position, except now I had sex on my brain. Dante slid his leg between mine, bringing the top of his thigh to brush against the part of my body that hadn’t seen any action in a long time. Instantly, every nerve ending pulsed to life from my head down to my toes. I felt it everywhere, and if I concentrated enough, I knew I could make myself come.

When Dante mentioned making love, he wasn’t kidding. The way he moved his muscular abdomen to create a wave as his hips followed the rhythm simulated sex so accurately, my panties dampened as a result.

There was no denying the man could dance. Hell, he was so good that he had me believing I could as well. I closed my eyes and let my body go, figuring I’d never see these people again, so why not? Dante’s hand went from my waist to the curve of my ass, where he let it linger a bit. At the same time, my free hand rounded his shoulder, traveled down his back, and because what was good for the goose… landed on his tight ass.

Despite him raising a suggestive brow, or how much I wanted to leave my hand there, I thought better of it. So instead, I dropped it until it rested on the side of his leg. Our eyes remained connected, and although I knew we were still moving, I no longer cared if I was doing it right. I had taken ballroom lessons, as most uptight families back home forced their daughters to do. But the rumba, or whatever we were doing, wasn’t part of the curriculum at Miss Carrington’s School of Dance.

Dante pulled me closer, not bothering to hide his excitement, which I could feel pressing up against my hip. He speared my hair above the nape of my neck, gently guiding me backward. My foot rose, and my leg curled around his. Balancing on one foot, he dipped me farther back into the position I never imagined pulling off.

When the song ended, and the DJ started announcing events that were going to happen in the upcoming days, we didn’t move right away. Instead, we stood in the center of the dance floor, staring at each other. Something passed between us—for me it was indescribable. It wasn’t long ago this man infuriated me. Tonight, I had never been so turned on in my life. I wasn’t sure if my body could withstand another dance like that without stripping him naked.