He’s too sexy…
When Ben Harris agreed to fill in as a cover model at an author signing he wasn’t sure what to expect, but women throwing themselves at him, numbers being stuffed in his pocket, and covert attempts at getting into his hotel room definitely wasn’t it. On the other hand, there is the hottie assistant he can’t keep his eyes off…
…for her love.
Clarissa Darling is always eager to be her cousin’s assistant at signings, but the one thing she wasn’t planning on this time around is the sexy man candy posing for pictures at her table. The last thing she needs is another womanizing playboy chasing after her.
Ben is determined to show Clarissa that he’s more than just a pretty face and smoking body. He’s betting on wearing her down and weakening her resistance. Will one taste of this man candy be all it takes to have her craving more?
“I got you a Redheaded Slut,” an auburn haired girl said from my side. I turned to see her holding a drink out to me. While taking it from her grasp, I idly wondered if she was trying to tell me something about herself. Was she giving me a proposition with her drink choice?
The question was on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it quickly along with a sip of brown liquid. Jägermeister. Nice.
“What are you drinking?” I asked when she picked a big martini glass up from the table next to where we stood.
“Mmmm,” she breathed after a sip. Licking her lips, her eyes rolled into her head and a look of ecstasy crossed her face. “Suck, Bang and Blow.”
Something about the pout of her lips as she said it did dangerous things to my body. My muscles clenched and my dick twitched.
“Oh yeah?” I croaked out past a suddenly dry throat.
“Yep. It’s delicious and,” she leaned in conspiratorially before whispering in my ear, “I’m very good at it.”
“I bet you are,” I murmured to her cleavage where my eyes had drifted down to.
“I could show you,” she offered. Her hand stroked down my chest and slid underneath the waistband of my jeans. Even in my lust and drunken haze I knew she was making sloppy work of finding her target. It wasn’t as if it was a small one.
I stepped back causing her hand to slip out of my pants. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“Ben!” Meredith shouted to me, thankfully saving me from the protest I could see forming on the vixen’s lips.
“What’s up?” I semi-slurred when I joined her a few feet away.
“We were just discussing what type of sex toys men like to use in the bedroom. Of course we have the vibrator, the dildo, nipple clamps and the cock ring.” Meredith ticked each one off on her fingers. “We wanted to know what you thought of butt plugs and anal beads. Do you believe in starting out small and working your way up? Or just going for the gusto?” She blinked up at me in earnest when she finished her tirade.
My head was spinning with thoughts of vibrators and cock rings.
Was it suddenly really hot in here?
“I… uh… I’m not sure what to say to that.” My hand automatically went up to loosen my collar and I belatedly remembered I wasn’t wearing a shirt.
The women surrounding her burst out laughing at my uneasiness.
“I forgot how easy it was to fluster you. Definitely not the dirty talker your brother is are you?” Meredith teased.
“Well… um… in the heat of the moment sure,” I stammered. Taking a proffered drink, I sucked it back, completely uncomfortable with discussing my sex life with a bunch of random women.
“You’re a good guy, Ben.” Meredith patted my face in a warm gesture and kissed my cheek. “Don’t ever change.”