Under His
Kilt
By: Melissa Blue
Jocelyn Pearson is
determined to spend her last month as a twenty-something doing everything she's
too busy or scared to try. Her imagination runs wild and then fixates on Ian
Baird. He'll be working at the Langston Museum for a short stint as a
consulting curator. He's Scottish. He believes sex is fun to be had. He's the
perfect choice for a fling. She only has to get him break his rule about
sleeping with co-workers. Seducing a man was on her bucket list...
Ian is no one's
fool and knows exactly what Jocelyn wants—him. If she didn't work for the
Langston Museum, he'd be more than happy to oblige any and every fantasy she
desired, but she's the curator. She's sweet, inexperienced and well liked by
everyone including the museum owner and director. Ian can't risk losing such an
important contact for his consulting business. Not even when everything within
in him craves a taste of her.
When Jocelyn sets
her sights on him, there's no way Ian can deny her. They agree their affair
will end in thirty days. No emotions, no entanglements, just sex. The closer
the end date looms, they start to question if it's possible to walk away.
They'll either have to come to terms of what they've become or stick to their
original agreement.
Excerpt
And then a thought
struck her sideways. A man who'd done all the things Ian had probably didn't
need much goading to do what he clearly already wanted to do. All those moments
where he'd been one muscle twitch from jumping hadn't been in her imagination.
They both kept that boundary in place. What would happen if she tore it away?
Ian couldn't cross a line that didn't exist. He'd built his career by being
smart, courageous and certain. Not much changed his mind unless he wanted to be
persuaded. And Ian wanted her. She was sure of it.
The thought sunk
its teeth in. Her skin flushed and she did her best not to glance up with a
grin that would look as mischievous as she felt. No, what she'd do next wasn't
world domination. She just needed to make Ian lose control and break his
goddamn rule. One, it seemed, he wanted to break anyway.
“I don't know what to
do,” she said, trying for sex kitten and not sure if it was working. “What
makes you pick up a woman in a bar?”
His white-gloved
hands froze over the ritual ax, and something passed behind his gaze she
couldn't describe much less distill into a single word. “She's attractive and
breathing.”
She snorted and
lost the hold on her sex kitten. “No really.”
He considered her
again, sighing. “Do you plan to walk up to him?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, start with
your walk. More leg and hip action. Not like those models who trot like horses.
Sensual. Seductive. Understated. The kind of sway a man can imagine you being
on top of him moving the same way.”
With a sly smile
she stood. His gaze narrowed on her. She scrounged up every thought of being on
top of a man, his cock sliding in and out, how it would feel rising up and
down, his fingers gliding over her waist, up to her breasts and fixed those
thoughts in her mind and walked toward him. She stopped a few feet from him and
raised a brow. “Like that?”
His hands gripped
the ax. “Passable, but now put that movement into thought and there in your
gaze.”
She thought of
Ian's fingers digging into her waist and holding her still so he could thrust
into her. “Passable?”
He made a
noncommittal noise. “Just like that, Lass.”
But he wasn't
joking when he said it this time. Not with the way he spoke so softly, but a
bit of a growl could be heard in the back of his throat. Her nipples hardened
as though his voice was something tangible and could scrape against the
sensitive tips. She had to swallow. “And then what?”
Author Info
Melissa Blue's
writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This
would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not
2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She's still typing away on the
same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
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