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When unlucky in love Mia O’Halloran finds herself face to Sex God V-Lines with a chiseled, hot male stripper in possession of a package not even the postal service could lose, what happens in Vegas is definitely supposed to stay in Vegas.<\/span><\/h2>\n<\/p>\n
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\u201cHi,\u201d I said into the phone. \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe,\u201d he rumbled back. \u201cI\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019ve been hard all fucking day.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed. Was this phone sex? I\u2019d never done phone sex before.<\/p>\n
\u201cWest?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we going to have phone sex?\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused. \u201cDo you want to have phone sex?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m always hard when I think about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt like I needed to preen a little. \u201cI\u2019ve never had phone sex before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of assholes have you been dating?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really don\u2019t want to go there. We\u2019ll be here all night. I mean, seriously. I bore myself at this point.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re rambling. Are you drunk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish,\u201d I mumbled. I needed to be drunk to phone-sex, didn\u2019t I?<\/p>\n
Yes, I decided, blankly staring at my TV. I did. And not just any kind of drunk. I needed to be absolutely hammered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t answer the question, Mia,\u201d he said softly.<\/p>\n
Oh. Right. Did I want to. Well, I had looked at that picture several times…<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I want to.\u201d I was officially crazy. I\u2019d lost my mind. No doubt about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you right now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Through the phone, I heard a door shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you in bed?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet into bed. Take your clothes off first.\u201d<\/p>\n
His tone was commanding and strong, and before I could think it through, I was in my room, my phone was on the bed, and I was stripping down to my underwear.<\/p>\n
I picked the phone up and climbed in bed. \u201cI\u2019m in bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d His voice was a little gruff. \u201cWhat are you wearing?\u201d<\/p>\n
I bit down on my lower lip and glanced at the scarlet-red underwear set I had on. \u201cHold on.\u201d I brought up the camera on my phone, kicked the sheets to the side, and took a photo of myself using the front camera. It was good enough, so I texted it to him. \u201cCheck your messages.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was silent for a good few seconds. Then there was, \u201cJesus, Mia. Fucking hell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you…like it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike it? You look sexy as fuck. If I were with you right now, I\u2019d rip those fucking panties off you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd do what?\u201d Look at me go.<\/p>\n
He laughed slightly. \u201cKiss you,\u201d he answered roughly, all traces of laughter from his voice gone. \u201cI\u2019d run my hands up your body as you wrap your legs around my waist.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed, my clit aching as the low tone of his voice mixed with his words turned me on.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d kiss down your neck and unclasp your bra so I could touch your gorgeous tits.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand hovered as I contemplated doing it\u2014and then I did it. One quick fiddle with the clasp between them and my bra cups fell to my side. My nipples were hard, and I cupped my right breast, my thumb ghosting over my nipple.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d take them in my mouth. Roll my tongue over your hard nipples until you moan beneath me and beg me for more.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I\u2019d kiss my way down your stomach to those tiny, red panties.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand took on a life of its own as it followed his words. My fingertips trailed down the center of my stomach until they brushed the waistband of the red lace thong.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I\u2019d peel them down your legs and, once they were off, open your legs so I could see your wet little pussy.\u201d He exhaled. \u201cAre you naked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I replied softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you send one back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I whispered. Then I awkwardly took a picture.<\/p>\n
Luckily it wasn\u2019t blurred, and no sooner had I sent it to him than one came right back. No face, just like mine, and my eyes skipped right over the hot body to where he looked like he had a tight grip on his cock.<\/p>\n
I struggled to right my breathing. I was even more turned on now, seeing that he was too.<\/p>\n
\u201cFuck, Mia. I\u2019m so hard for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed. \u201cAre you touching yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. But, if you send me another picture like that, I won\u2019t need to.\u201d He paused. \u201cAre you touching yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTouch yourself. Now. Open your legs and slide your fingers over your clit.\u201d The demanding tone was back, and I loved the thrill that danced down my spine on a shiver. \u201cRub it and put a finger inside your pussy. I want to know how you feel when you fuck your own tight pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded in my chest as I did what he\u2019d said. I slid my hand down between my legs, ghosted a fingertip over my clit, and bit down on my lower lip as I pushed my middle finger inside myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cMove it,\u201d he ordered me, his voice gruff. \u201cRub your thumb against your clit. Fuck your own hand, Mia, and imagine it\u2019s mine. Imagine I\u2019m there watching you finger yourself and get off.\u201d<\/p>\n
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w York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.<\/p>\n
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.<\/p>\n
She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.<\/p>\n
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