Genres: Contemporary Romance
DIRTY SEXY PLAYER by Laurelin Paige
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Laurelin Paige & Tom Barnes
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Available in audio first, New York Times best-selling author Laurelin Paige’s newest red-hot romance!
Weston King knows how to play. But wild nights and owning an extensive collection of women’s panties don’t carry the thrill they once did, so when his business partner Donovan suggests an outrageous plan to allow them to take over their competition, Wes takes him up on the offer. The crazy idea? Marry the competitor.
Elizabeth Dyson, the bride-to-be in question, is on board with the plan. She wants access to her trust fund and can only get it once she marries. Each has something the other wants – all they have to do is pretend to like each other well enough to tie the knot.
Only trouble is, playing fiancé to Elizabeth isn’t quite that simple. Wes finds her sexy and brilliant…and soon wishes their engagement wasn’t fake at all. Not that he’d ever tell her that.
But a lover boy like Wes can only stand an empty bed for so long…and even the best of players has to put down his cards eventually.
With a marriage of convenience and a sexy dirty player on the loose, Laurelin Paige will have you on the edge of your set as you read about this naughty duo.
Weston and Elizabeth were written with some intense sexual chemistry. Their back and forth was erotic romantic gold. Throw in an unwanted marriage and these two are bound to fall hard. They can’t deny what plays out between them, but when life has different plans these two may not see eye to eye. A great story with enough twists to keep any reader intrigued, Laurelin Paige gave us another sexy man to fall for. The characters, pace, and story had me on the edge of my seat and just a bit angry. What more would a reader want? I am itching to get my hands on the second book of this duo.
I looked at the windows past him, trying to distract myself. Lights flashed and swirled around the dance floor in time to the beat, the only part of the music which made it into the sanctuary of the bubble room. I could tell it was crowded, but I couldn’t make out faces the way they could probably make out ours. “I don’t know if anyone’s looking,” I said.
“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on what you’re doing.”
Easy for him to say. He wasn’t facing them. He was only looking at me.
Nope. I couldn’t think about that either. Just had to focus on the task at hand.
I closed my eyes. “So just pretend that I… That we are… That under my dress…” I couldn’t even say it.
Weston leaned forward and murmured near my ear. “Yes, pretend that under your dress you are not wearing any panties. I have my dick out. I’m working you, and you are showing me exactly how you like it. Now go.”
Just like that, my panties were damp.
I didn’t know if he was saying those things to loosen me up or to get a rise out of me, either was possible.
Whatever his intent, it did the trick. He set the scene. I felt my face flush like the women in the videos as I imagined him rubbing his crown against my slit before nudging his tip inside and then burying himself to the hilt.
I opened my mouth in a silent gasp, acting out how I was sure it would feel. Good. It would feel so good.
This was so…weird. So hot and sexy and arousing and weird.
I wondered if he was feeling it too, feeling turned on, or if it was just me. It wasn’t like I could ask though, and knowing probably wouldn’t help my performance anyway.
So I concentrated on me. Focused on the task.
“Do I move or something?” I bucked my hips forward and felt the friction against my crotch as it rubbed the fly of his pants.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “That’s good. That motion. Just like that.”
“Okay. Okay.” I rocked against him again, and again, my hips tilting back and forth, my clit brushing against his fly. Every time, stroking and kindling a fire in a fireplace I hadn’t had cleaned for some time. I spread my thighs a little wider and braced my knees against the bench so I could swing my pelvis all the way forward, in and out, in and…
I froze. “Is that—?” But I didn’t have to ask. There was most definitely a fat, thick ridge pressed against the crotch panel of my panties. I guess that answered the question of whether he was feeling it too.
My eyes flew open. “Oh my God!”
“Look,” he said, ready to defend himself. “There’s an extremely attractive woman sitting on my lap. I cannot help what happens to my cock. It has a mind of its own.”
A really big mind of its own.