Sunday, July 7, 2013

Corporate Merger Excerpt #3 and Giveaway (ADULT CONTENT)

Please enjoy this adult excerpt from Corporate Merger. Don't forget to comment to win a copy of book one in the series, Advertising for Love.

“You have a nice place.” Derrick’s eyes scanned Amy’s apartment.

“Don’t lie.” She closed the door behind him and let her purse fall to the floor as she watched his powerful form stride into her cramped living room. “It’s a dump, but it’s close to work and cheap.” He had kissed her for the first time in the cab ride over. One small, sweet kiss. Amy was ready for more. “Can I get you a drink?”

He turned to face her. “No, thank you.” She couldn’t stop herself from giving him the once-over. Now that he was in her well-lit apartment, she indulged her eyes and took in every sexy detail. Tall. Brown skin. Hazel eyes. Perfect smile. Broad chest. Black shirt. Dark-blue jeans. What do you have going on inside of those jeans? And can I have it? Derrick chuckled, snapping Amy out of her dirty thoughts and her eyes back up to meet his.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, the familiar heat rising to her face.

“Hey, no need to apologize.” He walked toward her slowly. “I like the way you look at me.” Reaching down, he took her hand and placed it on his shirt, coaxing her fingers toward the buttons. “Do you want to see more?”

Oh hell yes. Amy nodded and watched as her hands unbuttoned his shirt. What am I doing? I can’t believe I’m doing this! Wow. This is great.

Inch by inch, his shirt fell away to reveal contours of muscle covered with smooth, flawless skin. Amy had the urge to lick him, to run her tongue over his solid chest, but she fought against it and instead slid her fingers over his pecs and down his abs.

Derrick laughed softly and moved away. “Sorry, I’m a little ticklish.”

“Oh.” Amy removed her hands from his midsection.

“No.” He grabbed them again, placing them on his belt this time. “Don’t stop.”

What? He wants me to— She looked up at him to make sure. He raised one eyebrow, which encouraged her to keep going.

Amy tugged on his belt and quickly loosened it, moving it out of the way to undo the button. The zipper slid down easily, revealing his maroon boxer-briefs. She could see the outline of his dick straining hard against the fabric and gingerly traced it with her finger. Derrick gasped.

Oh fuck yeah. This is going to be fun.

With both hands, she grabbed the sides of his jeans and yanked them to the floor. Once they were out of the way, she plunged into his underwear. Derrick groaned as she ran one hand up and down the length of his dick and used the other hand to cup his balls.

He then grabbed her and pulled her to him, covering her mouth with deep kisses. As his tongue consumed hers, he hitched up her dress and slid his hand down her panties. When his finger brushed against her slick clit, Amy’s legs almost collapsed.

“Bedroom. Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispered into his mouth.

In her tiny apartment, they didn’t have far to go, and seconds later Amy found herself lying down on her bed, in a race with Derrick to see who could take her dress off first. “The zipper’s in the back. The zipper’s in the back.” She struggled to reach it. “Shit.”

“I got it. I got it.” Derrick fumbled around for the small piece of metal. “Wait. Turn over.”

Amy rolled onto her stomach, and Derrick was able to undo her zipper. She sighed as the dress fell away. Amy rolled back over, shimmied out of it and kicked it to the floor. She had lost her shoes at some point during their mad dash, so she didn’t have to worry about them, and in two seconds she had unhooked her bra, taken off her panties, and thrown them both across the room.

Derrick laughed as he discarded his own clothes before pouncing on top of her. She squealed as his lean, muscular body covered hers, and then inhaled sharply as he kissed his way eagerly down her neck, alternating between using his lips, teeth and tongue.

His dick.

He stopped and looked up at her. “What?”

“I want to see it.”

That sexy smile slowly made an appearance, and he rolled over to his side. Damn. She dragged her fingers up his dick from base to tip, and it jumped slightly in response to her touch. Perfect.

Elisabeth Roseland spends her days dreaming up ways to throw sexy heroes and strong heroines together. Her characters explore the wonderful, agonizing, joyful, heartbreaking and complicated human experiences that are sex and love. She also hopes to inspire readers to grab the nearest consenting adult and do something fun. She lives in Chicago with her very own Happily Ever After.

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