| Author: | Marlo Peterson | ISBN: | 9781501464676 |
| Publisher: | Marlo Peterson | Publication: | July 8, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Marlo Peterson |
| ISBN: | 9781501464676 |
| Publisher: | Marlo Peterson |
| Publication: | July 8, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Cameron is the new cheerleader for her city's professional football team. When she's invited up to the owner's press box for a little more pleasure than business, she's intrigued.
What follows is a scorching hot exhibitionism for the whole stadium to see.
EXCERPT:
After a few glasses of champagne, I quickly became comfortable, and I also realized that if this is the good life, I didn’t want to go back. We spoke about everything from current events and work to family life, before my intrigue took over.
“So, Mark. To what pleasure do I owe this meeting?”
He took a sip of his champagne and smiled, before speaking.
“Well, you were a handpicked hire by me,” he said.
I smiled, trying to conceal my surprise.
“I want you to enjoy your job and get what you need out of it, so I won’t interfere with that. You just seemed interesting and look amazing, so what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, than with a beautiful woman?”
Wow. This, I could totally get used to. I had dated enough losers in the past, that I wasn’t opposed at all to mixing and mingling with a winner.
Before I could say a word, Mark leaned in and planted his lips against mine. I loved the way his lips felt pressed against mine and I reached up and touched his smoothly shaven face.
Cameron is the new cheerleader for her city's professional football team. When she's invited up to the owner's press box for a little more pleasure than business, she's intrigued.
What follows is a scorching hot exhibitionism for the whole stadium to see.
EXCERPT:
After a few glasses of champagne, I quickly became comfortable, and I also realized that if this is the good life, I didn’t want to go back. We spoke about everything from current events and work to family life, before my intrigue took over.
“So, Mark. To what pleasure do I owe this meeting?”
He took a sip of his champagne and smiled, before speaking.
“Well, you were a handpicked hire by me,” he said.
I smiled, trying to conceal my surprise.
“I want you to enjoy your job and get what you need out of it, so I won’t interfere with that. You just seemed interesting and look amazing, so what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon, than with a beautiful woman?”
Wow. This, I could totally get used to. I had dated enough losers in the past, that I wasn’t opposed at all to mixing and mingling with a winner.
Before I could say a word, Mark leaned in and planted his lips against mine. I loved the way his lips felt pressed against mine and I reached up and touched his smoothly shaven face.
