Author: A.M. Madden, Joanne Schwehm
Published by Self-Published
Release Date September 12, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
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Here’s a tip: never say never.
It all started in a barn, rolling around in the hay with a hot brunette. When I hooked up at my best friend’s wedding with the bride’s best friend, I had hay in places it should never be. And how my bowtie ended up around my dick was an entirely different story. I’ll give you a minute to consider the possibilities.
That first romp set the tone, and each sexual encounter with her that followed became more intense. The fact that all my fantastic orgasms were coming at the hand of one woman baffled me.
A lifetime of observation taught me that monogamy equated to boredom. Variety was the spice of life, in and out of the bedroom. I enjoyed the company of a sexy, smart, confident woman. It was my kryptonite. I was a master flirt, and my sexual skills were unrivaled.
With this woman, I had met my match.
Her carnal appetite a perfect match for mine, and she also taught me a few things along the way.
She called me Mr. Flirt, and could bring me to my knees at every turn.
Sex always trumps sanity.
Title: Taming Mr Flirt
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers
Cover Model: Dima Gornovskyi
Authors: AM Madden & Joanne Schwehm
Release Date: September 12, 2017
I spun back around, taking her hand with me and started around the rink until we made it to the small break in the railing. With a tilt of my head and a small tug, she knew I wanted off the ice.
Rubber mats greeted the blades of our skates. As if we were marching rather than walking, we carefully made our way to the dimly lit corner of the rink. The small corner was the perfect place for what I had planned.
“What are we doing back here? I could go for that drink now.” She started toward the opposite end where the bar was located.
“Stay.” Her eyes glanced up at me. I lowered my mouth to her ear. “Turn and face the rink.” Vanessa’s brows furrowed, but she did as I asked. “Put your hands on the railing, and don’t move until I tell you to.”
Her head craned back. “Okay, but why?”
The strobe lights were back in full force. I pressed my body against her back and kissed the curve of her neck. “I’m going to fuck you.” Even in the dimly lit rink, I could see her white-knuckled grip on the railing. “Do you remember when Jude and Brae almost walked in on us fucking in the barn? Do you remember what you said?”
“Something about getting caught was hot?”
“Yes. You said the thought of getting caught in public was a complete turn-on. When you said that, the thought of fucking you in public made my dick stone hard. I know I’m turned on right now… are you, Nessa?”
“Good. Ready?” A short quick nod and her ass shifting backward into my crotch could be compared to the effects of a green flag for a Formula One race car.