Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary
Word Count: 35,253
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
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[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
After a series of accumulative events, Kelly Jenson finds herself homeless. Alone, her isolated refuge gives her plenty of time to dwell on her past mistakes. Coming upon a stranded motorist, Kelly is forced to face her greatest enemy, her pride. Drake Larson, a prestigious entrepreneur who feels stifled and frustrated with the social circle his monetary success has brought him, becomes obsessed with Kelly. One chance meeting gives Drake the push he’s needed to end a suffocating relationship with a woman whose only mission in life is herself. Kelly questions Drake’s motives when he returns. Drake’s persistence leads to a night of passion and luxury as he escorts Kelly into his world of lavishness and esteem, but hatred and jealousy are lurking. When Drake is targeted through an act of violence, he goes to great lengths to extinguish the lines that Kelly insists should divide their classes.
STORY EXCERPT
Kelly handed him the
flashlight. He held it above their heads as she looked at the complex
wires of what was probably a $40,000 car. She had a basic knowledge of a
car engine, thanks to her father teaching her all the basics when she’d
first gotten her license, but today’s engines were much more complex
and mostly computerized.
Feeling her throat
close on a pending sob, Kelly shook off the memory of her father
instructing her with his tools. She wiggled several wires that looked
like they’d been chewed through or singed by something. Kelly bundled
the wires together and rerouted them into what she thought might be the
alternator housing, thinking that may be hindering the vital connection
he needed.
“These wires look a bit tattered, did you know that?”
“No,” he mumbled,
leaning closer. His clean, rich scent assaulted her nose, nostrils that
weren’t accustomed to a fragrance as intense as his.
Their eyes held. Their faces inches apart. She leaned away slightly, thinking she’d felt his warm breath on her mouth. God, I hope I don’t stink. She’d just taken a shower two days ago, but it was hard to keep the odors out of her hair, which she kept tied up.
“I’m gonna go get some electrical tape and see what I can do,” she told him, stepping back.
He walked around the
car and sat down in the driver’s seat to wait. Kelly wiped her hands
down the front of her jeans and headed for the restroom.
Sam had been
generous enough to leave a Rubbermaid bin on the floor underneath the
sink for her with an assortment of items. Sam really wasn’t a bad guy,
just ornery at times.
Kelly ran over to
the side of the building and went into the restroom, retrieving the
tape. She kept her eyes on him as she quickly walked back to the front
of his car. He was back on his feet, his back to her, his white dress
shirt an iridescent reflector in the dark.
She wrapped the
wires, feeding them through and securing them inside. When he returned
to the driver’s seat and turned the key, the engine suddenly came to
life. Kelly lowered the hood, closing it gently. The car door slammed
closed before the window lowered between them. He glanced up at her.
“Thank you. I’m
Drake, by the way,” he said, extending his hand. Gelled waves of hair
fell over his brow, his appearance fading in the late hour. Kelly’s gaze
dipped down to his outstretched hand. Hesitation barreled through her
at the thought of disclosing her name.
“My hand’s all oily,” her words rushed.
You’re nothing but a homeless loser; he won’t remember you by the time he gets to the nearest intersection
“Kelly…Kelly Jenson. Glad I could help,” she said dryly. Did I just give him my last name? She
backed away from his vehicle, waving. “Have a safe trip,” she called,
not wanting to continue with any sort of conversation. Kelly quickly
turned and moved toward the woods, wanting to slip back into the
darkness, unseen and hopefully forgotten.
She sat down,
suddenly feeling exhausted. She’d find Steve tomorrow and thank him for
the sandwich. Despite the darkness, a thicker gloom seemed to slowly
drip over her. Seeing and talking to people like him just made her
circumstances all the more ugly.
ADULT EXCERPT
“May I join you?” he asked.
Kelly sipped from
the elegant champagne flute. Crisp, cold bubbles prickled down her
throat, chilling her insides before everything ignited out of her
control. Drake was stunningly handsome.
Corded muscles and
raised veins ran over his tight flesh. He was art. Curved biceps and
sloped thighs only enhanced the decadent gift that was the focal point
of any man, nestled below an abdomen that she could bounce a quarter off
of.
His cock was at full
mast, stretched outward, its ribbed flesh smoothing with energy and
strength. Splashes of inky hair sprouted from his skin right where it
should be. His nipples were perfect, like the delicious beans of an
exotic coffee she wanted to nibble and chew on.
Kelly set her drink
down on the wide rim of the tub and scooted out of his way. Drake’s eyes
held hers as he gracefully stepped into the tub. He lowered himself
into the water and reclined back. Water ran over the rim, slapping the
tiled floor, as their bodies shifted. His hands steered her shoulders,
pulling her back into his chest. Their heat joined, enveloped by the
water. His voice went deeper, reverberating into her back.
“I want you to
relax. I feel your joints tightening. That’s not the goal I have in
mind,” he said softly, kissing that responsive spot behind her ear.
“Easy, let it all go.” His instructions were riding on a sigh.
Kelly sank back into him, acutely aware of his cock. Its hard heat snaked along her spine, teasing her with its intentions.
“That’s it,” Drake
said, coaxing her. “You’re so incredibly beautiful.” Wet warmth traced
the shell of her ear, his tongue skilled and clever. His legs opened
wider for her. His hands smoothed over her body, giving her the hot, wet
touches of an experienced masseuse.
The water level
rimmed her body, right at her breasts. Her nipples beaded, poking
through the foaming suds. Water fluttered against her body when Drake
moved his hands. His palms gently covered her breasts, forcing a hissing
breath from her lips.
“Oh,” Kelly cried.
“Let me soothe and
pleasure you, please,” he said, speaking through a mouth that was busy
and attentive. His cock slithered against the small of her back, a
gentle reminder of a pending promise.
His touch was
electric, recharging her body. As his hands neared her center, her inner
core stirred, inflamed with a need that was so great. He was awakening
her, resurrecting a body that’d been out of commission for ages. His
fingertips were soft. Drake gently spread her legs. His touch slowly
slid through the layered tissues of her pussy, finding that nub of
nerves that gave such intense gratification.
Drake stroked the
edge of his thumb over her clitoris. Kelly closed her eyes, soaking up
the feel of his hands on her. His other palm slipped under her knee,
pulling her leg back to achieve greater access. When his finger ventured
inside her body, all reality was lost.
“Drake,” she whispered, her voice edgy.
“I’m right here, let
me touch you so you can feel,” he said, his words slow and hypnotic.
Another finger joined the first in a rhythmic thrust and retreat that
was turning her body inside out. His free hand returned to her pussy,
petting her clit, scoring through her folds, both hands in sync. “I want
you to come, say my name through your orgasm, please, Kelly,” he
begged. His chest lifted behind her back. Their breaths became unified,
now matching and erratic.
Her toes curled.
Drake opened her wide. He had her vulnerable and starved for more. Her
forehead beaded with either sweat or steam. The air was weighted, thick
like a fog after a heavy rain. Kelly lifted her leg, anchoring her heel
on the rim of the tub.
“That’s it,” Drake
groaned, his chest heaving behind her. His hands worked faster. His
fingers plunged in and out of her body while his other hand worked at
teasing her clit. Kelly lifted her hips, suddenly wanting to demand that
he fill her body with his. It was a barreling rush, seconds of an
irrational state that she couldn’t see through. Her ribs caught, stuck
and struggling for air.
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