Thrill of the Heist: Seducing the Hostage

"I SAID EVERYBODY GET DOWN!"

With these five words, everything in bank teller Willa's life gets turned upside-down. A masked man holds a gun to the her head, and before long she finds herself his hostage, fleeing from the law with bags of money in tow. But when the mysterious rogue reveals himself to be a gorgeous young stud with eyes for his captive, thoughts of escape give way to passion as the two hole up in a remote cabin for an evening of steamy seclusion.

Excerpt:

“So what now? You going to seduce me?” she asked defiantly. Clyde settled slowly down next to her. His eyes were hooded with mischief and lust. He took a sip of wine.

“That is the plan,” he said. His voice was low. A smile played at his lips. She felt her stomach flip.

“Oh,” she breathed. Warmth rushed to her nether regions. His hand reached out and touched her thigh. It felt like fire. She inhaled deeply. “My.”

“You find me attractive,” he said confidently. He nestled closer to her. She could smell him, the faintest hint of sawdust and grass and sweat.

“Well,” Willa couldn’t hide the blush darkening her face. “You ARE basically a model.” He smiled.

“It’s like speaking your mind is a sickness for you,” he chuckled. His fingers reached up and twirled a strand of hair in them. Her breath quickened. Her brow crinkled in genuine confusion.

“I just... I don’t understand,” she shook her head. “I’m afraid you’re going to hurt me.” His hand floated closer to touch her cheek lightly. She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath.

“Only if you want me to.”

Willa felt his mouth suddenly press against hers. She gasped and he took the opportunity to press his tongue against hers. He tasted good and faintly of wine. She began to kiss him back, opening her mouth and leaning into his hungry kiss. Clyde’s hand wrapped around her back and gripped at her flesh. He pulled her tight and hard to his torso and she squeaked into his mouth. Willa felt him smile against her. A prickle of excitement spread over her body.

She could hardly believe as her trembling hands moved to embrace him back. Her large breasts pressed and rolled against his muscular chest. A hand squeezed on her hip and kneaded around to her lower back. Willa moaned, startled at her arousal. She was more turned on than she wanted to admit. He smelled so good, and his arms around her felt so wonderful. She still felt fear swirling around in her, but it was quickly and firmly being overwhelmed by desire.

“Oh, Willa, yes,” his mouth moved down to her neck. “I know you’re afraid of me.

"I promise I’ll make you scream.”