Title: The Other P
Word
Author: MK Schiller
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
Blurb:
The Other P-Word blurb
I started imagining stories in my head at a very young age. In
fact, I got so good at it that friends asked me to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the
object of their affection as the hero. You've heard of fan fiction... this was friend fiction.
I hope you enjoy my stories and always find The Happily
Ever After in every endeavor.
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Teaser 1
He set the drink in front of me and poured one
for himself. “Did you come to see me?”
“Sort of.”
“Are you going to tell me you just happened to
be in the neighborhood?”
“Would you believe I got on the wrong
bus?”
“Sometimes you can get on the wrong bus and
still manage to get off at the right stop.”
Teaser 2
A partial groan…almost a growl halted me.
“Howdy neighbor,” he
said.
“What the hell, Evan. You can’t just barge in on
me.”
He grinned, kicking the door so it opened all
the way. “Your door was ajar.”
I stomped over to him. “It’s not a jar. It’s a
door.”
“Funny. What are you? Six years
old?”
“Sometimes. I can’t believe you spied on my
slutty dance.”
“Did you do that at the club the other
night?”
“No. I only do it in
private.”
“That’s good because your private dance is
liable to cause a lot of public hard-ons.”
“You’re pretty
gross.”
“And you’re pretty.”
“Pretty what?”
“Just pretty.”
Teaser 3
I cleared my throat. “My turn - what’s the
craziest sexual thing you’ve ever done?”
He chuckled
softly, probably recounting the event. “I let a girl drive my bike and then I made her
come.”
“That’s not
crazy.”
“While she was
driving it.”
My mouth gaped.
“That’s so dangerous.”
He shrugged.
“We had our helmets on.”
Teaser 4
“You planning on
coming in or you just gonna keep undressing me with your eyes?”
I shook my head
and cleared my throat. “In all fairness, you’re not wearing much to begin
with.”
He leaned toward
me, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Then why the hell is it taking you so damn
long?”
Teaser 5 (naughty)
I couldn’t finish
because he started then. He stroked me with that tongue and every time I got used to a movement, he
changed it up, causing me to cry out again. He held onto my legs, keeping them spread. I fell back on the
bed, falling, falling, falling apart. He hooked each of my legs over his shoulder and sat up, lifting the
lower half of my body with this. I watched him eating me out like he was hungry for me…starving. And I
don’t know if he meant it to be instruction, but it sure the hell was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
His thumb gently pressed on my clit and he inserted another finger, while his tongue still thrust inside
me.
He peered at me,
his eyes blazing.
Evan may have
been part porn star and part rock star, but in that moment, a new nickname surfaced above all others.
Evan David Wright was….The Pussy Whisperer.
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