Pregnant on Purpose

Potent, #1

Pregnant On Purpose is the first book in the Potent series.

Jason believes that nothing should come between him and a woman, consequences be damned.  He has figured out a way to get to Alison by using Bonnie, but does Bonnie know how to play the game better than he does?

Here's an (edited) excerpt from the book.  You be the judge:

“But don’t you ever feel like giving into the heat of the moment?  Feeling the friction of his bare skin against yours?  Just saying to yourself, ‘The heck with it, I don’t care what happens, I just want to have sex with this guy?’” I asked Alison, looking at her with just a little bit of twinkle in my eye and the corner of my mouth upturned just the right amount so that she would think that I was kind-of sort-of kidding, but not really.

“Jason, are you serious!?  Whenever I have sex I wear a diaphragm and make sure the guy has two condoms on, plus I’m always on the Pill,” Alison smiled back at me, wrinkling her forehead and looking at me with her big blue eyes wide open in mock shock.  She wanted me to know that she knew I was sort-of joking with her, though I’m pretty sure at least some of what she said - about the diaphragm and condoms and pill - was absolutely true.

I also knew right then and there that I was going to make it my personal mission to bareback her.  Whether or not she got knocked up and pregnant would be her problem and not mine.  

Alison was the kind of girl that I would have to take things slow with and in all honesty I was going to have to play my cards right with her, figure out the perfect way to get into her pants, because if I blew it the first time I doubted that she would give me a second chance.  I could also tell from the way her pale face flushed a nice crimson pink that my comment about friction and bare skin on skin had hit its mark, so at least I’d planted the seed - no pun intended - and was off to a pretty good start with her.
Alison was my mixed doubles tennis partner at the racquet club that we both belonged to and was as WASPy as they come.  Her family had lived in the City for generations and over the years had become involved in banking and finance.  

She had once mentioned to me in passing that she held a junior position at a bank in the suburbs that her father owned and had let me know in no uncertain terms that she was being groomed for bigger and better things.  She was mid-thirties in age, just like myself, mid-height, nice athletic body just a bit on the curvy side, and had the blond hair to match her alabaster skin and blue eyes.  She had gone to the right schools, was involved with the right charities, but also lacked street smarts.  Instinctively I sensed that this naivety was going to be the way I’d work myself into her mind, her heart and eventually that hot little place between her legs.

In short, she was perfect, totally oblivious to her innocence of the world and the ideal woman for me to degrade and defile, to bring down to a lower level than she’d ever been before.  And who knows, she might even like what I introduce her to, given her protected upbringing and her guarded but obvious curiosity with my sexual comments.  I began turning over the myriad ways to seduce her and knew that eventually, like I always do, I’d figure out a way to get her into my bed and have my way with her.  I reached over and handed Alison a clean towel and we walked off the tennis court toward the locker rooms.  “Thanks for another great win,” I complimented her and she smiled, thinking what a great guy I was to have as her mixed doubles partner, gave me the thumbs up, a smile and a feminine wave good bye as she headed into the lady’s locker room to shower and change.