Hi everybody! Better late than never, right? A little late getting here this morning, but I’m here now with a hot excerpt! This one is for Birthday Boy. It’s part of the EC for Men line, but every woman who’s read it (and I’ve heard from, which is quite a few) have also loved it.

The blurb:

Johnny Quinn’s not thrilled about creeping ever closer to forty, and the loud, thumping bass in the dance club his girlfriend Steffi has dragged him to on his birthday isn’t helping. Then she makes a bold suggestion. She wants to have sex in the middle of the club. After picking his jaw up from the floor, Johnny agrees. But that’s not all–Steffi’s got more sexy surprises in store. Johnny’s not sure any birthday could top this year’s, and he’s left wondering what Steffi will do to make him an even happier birthday boy next year.

And the excerpt:

Leaning close to his ear, she nipped it before licking over the sting. “I’ve got a present for you,” she purred.
He drew back from where he’d buried his face in her long brown hair. “But you already gave me a present.” She’d gotten him a sweet set of wheel covers for his ’68 Mustang, his other baby, and he knew they must’ve cost her a fortune. He’d had his eye on them for over a year but just hadn’t felt comfortable pulling the trigger.
“I know, but I’ve got another one for you.” Steffi traced a pattern on his t-shirt-covered chest with the nail of her index finger and his breath caught as she scraped over his nipple. He loved having his nipples played with and the witch knew it.
He captured her hand in his bigger ones and brought it to his mouth to kiss. “Stop that or we’re gonna have a problem.”
“Maybe I want a problem.”
“Huh?”
Real witty, dude.
Steffi turned, straddling him, and any coherent thought that had been left flew out of his brain like an overactive hummingbird on speed.
She grabbed his hands and first put them around her waist, then kept pushing until they’d dropped nearly onto his lap. Then she put them on her bare thighs and pushed back up. His hands slid underneath her skirt and encountered—nothing.
Holy shit.
His reaction must’ve told her what he’d found, because she curved her red-stained mouth into a devilish smirk. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Sure, but what the fuck am I supposed to do about it here?” he stammered.
“I’ve got an idea.” Leaning back, she ran those damn nails over his straining erection and he couldn’t help the groan that burst free. He glanced around.
“No one’s watching. We’re in a corner.”
She grinded on him to the music and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Johnny grabbed her hair and tilted so he could get at her neck and then, with one arm around her waist, used the other to maneuver her to his liking, licking and biting at the skin exposed by her top. Steffi let him take charge, but continued to gyrate over his jeans-encased cock. He’d never had a personal lap dance before but would definitely recommend it. Steffi was hot as hell.
Leaning back, she dropped her hand to his zipper and started tugging.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I wanna play.”
“Here?” He knew he sounded like an idiot, but seriously, they were in the middle of, well, more in the back corner of a crowded club, and she was taking his dick out? Was she fucking serious?

Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr

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