Title: Porter
A Men of Lovibond Series Standalone
Author: Georgia Cates
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service
Release Date: August 4, 2017
Cover Design: Indie Formatting Service
Release Date: August 4, 2017
Blurb
My
employee’s daughter. The tomboy. The kid who once did odd jobs around the
brewery. That’s all she was… until three years passed and she walked into my
office for an interview.
Frankee
Dawson is no longer that girl I once called Kiddo. She’s grown into a
beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. Very desirable. And that’s a problem. She’s
my employee’s daughter. Lovibond family. And too young for me. Too innocent.
I want to
feel her respond to my kiss.
I want her
body to tremble as she anticipates my touch.
I want to
learn all the places that bring her pleasure.
But mostly
I want her to know that she’s never truly been loved by a man until me.
Frankee is
my intern and under me for the summer. Literally. It’s a difficult secret to
maintain when you can’t keep your hands off each other.
This was
supposed to be a hot summer fling. Sex and fun without commitment—that’s what
we called it. But we were wrong. This is more. I’ve never felt this way about a
woman. Never cared more about someone else’s happiness more than my own.
I love her
and I’m happy. So damn happy… until a terrible mistake from my past springs
forward and threatens to rip us apart.
There are a
million reasons for her to leave me. And trust me, she should. But all I really
need is one good reason for her to stay.
Excerpt
Unedited
and subject to change.
Oh my God.
Someone needs to explain to me how I’m supposed to eat when I’ll be alone with
Porter in his condo. When I know for a fact that he’s going to kiss me. He’s
said as much. And there won’t be anyone around to keep us from doing a lot more
whatevering.
Porter
opens the door and catches me around the wrist as we enter the condo. He’s
going in for the kiss first thing.
He pulls me
close and then turns us so my back is pressed against the door. “I can’t wait
another minute for this.”
His hands
cup my face the way they did during our first kiss. Although it’s a repeat
move, it’s no less romantic this time around.
I quickly
lick my lips and Porter presses his mouth to mine before sucking my bottom lip
into his mouth and holding it between his teeth.
So hot and
sexy.
I place my
hands on his chest and the pec muscles I feel beneath the fabric are rigid.
This man works out. A lot. I would love to see all the goodies that are hidden
beneath this shirt.
We make a
game of biting and sucking each other’s lips. It’s fun and playful.
Until it’s
not.
Our kiss is
no longer teasing. It’s heated and demanding with increasingly harder hand
grips and squeezes. His hands move to my hips and he uses them to steer my body
to the sofa while kissing me en route. He walks backward and sits on the sofa,
leaving me to make my own decision about how I want to be positioned.
Beside him?
Across his
lap?
On top,
mounting him?
I place a
knee on each side of him and lower my body to straddle his. His hands move to
my hips and he grips the sides, moving them so I’m rocking against his hard
cock pressing against my crotch.
One of his
hands leaves my hips and comes up to wrap around my nape, pulling me down so
his mouth can reach the side of my neck. His mouth is sucking pretty hard. I’m
certain I’ll wear a love bite there for all to see. Not sure how I’ll explain
that one but I let him continue.
“Tell me to
stop and I will. Just say the words.” He’s talking about stopping but his mouth
is kissing and sucking and nibbling harder.
I grasp the
sides of his face and press our foreheads together. “I like what we’re doing.
Don’t stop.”
“I don’t
know your limitations.”
“I’ll tell
you when you’re there. For now, keep going.”
“Fuck…
Frankee. The way you make me want you… it’s irrational. Makes me lose all sense
of self-control.”
Porter
lifts my body and flips us so I’m beneath him. His face is pressed against the
side of my neck leaving kisses in its path. One hand slides under my shirt and
dips into my bra. He rolls my nipple between his thumb and index finger and it
instantly hardens. And it’s like a control center for everything between my
legs.
I want his
hands on me.
I want his
mouth on me.
I want him
on me, period.
I bend my
knee and bring my leg up so it’s wrapped around his waist. His body conforms
between my legs like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that connect perfectly.
We just
fit.
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Author Bio
Georgia
resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two
beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse
before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked
back yet.
When she’s
not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s
listening to her music and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress.
Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
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