Just for fun, a sexy bit from my current work-in-progress. This is a follow-up to Melting the Millionaire’s Heart — it’s Carolyn’s story. She’s been assigned to work on a children’s book with a sexy, geeky cartoonist named Mason Dixon. (Hence the working title.) They’re sharing a cabin in the woods so that they can focus on work (har, har) and he’s teased her that his virtue may be in danger. (He doesn’t approve of her or like her very much. For now.) Without further ado:
He already disliked her. What did he have to lose? “Do you have a girlfriend, Mason?”
“Girlfriend?” The word came out flat, as if he parroted a word from a foreign language that he didn’t understand. “No, I don’t. What are you–?
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.” She brushed the silky dark hair back from his ear and nipped his lobe just for a second with her teeth, reveling in his flinch. His breath drew in sharply. Good. She’d bet her Mini Cooper that if she looked at the front of his pants, she’d see a bulge tenting the fabric.
“Why are you glad I don’t have a girlfriend?” The words came out low and tentative.
She slid one hand down the angle of his jaw and leaned in to speak low and husky into his ear. “Here’s why, Mason. If I do decide to slip into your bed, I don’t want you to feel guilty when you let me. Because if I decide I want you, you won’t say no. And the last thing you’ll think about is your virtue.”
So what do you think? Is his virtue in danger?