Hidden Series – Book 1
Hidden Series – Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Writer’s Edge Publishing
Number of pages: 236
Word Count: 74,384
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She is pierced, dyed and tattooed born on the wrong side of the tracks. He is a traditional white knight born of the proverbial silver spoon. Their meeting was an accident, the fact that they became even the most tentative of friends, an anomaly. The only real thing they had in common… chemistry. Lots of chemistry. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough and Gia knew it. Now, if only she could convince her body…
Josh had always walked the line, lived the life he was expected to live. He had, by all accounts, the perfect life; a corporate lawyer, a beautiful home, a family empire to run, and the perfect fiancee. He was well on his way. The only question he had… was that really where he wanted to go? Plagued by dreams, Josh fought all his natural instincts, denying not only what he truly wanted but who he was deep down inside. Until one crazy night when he gave in to his desires…
Could these two polar opposites have more in common than even they realize?
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, Josh?”
“Why Georgia, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh cut the crap, lawyer boy.”
Bringing them literally nose to nose, he whispered against her lips, “That’s three, baby.”
“What are you doing? Someone is going to see us. Back up.”
Josh noted that she was telling him to back up, but her lips were moving the tiniest bit closer. He could kiss her, right here, right now. And she would let him.
But, if anyone saw them, she would hate him, and what they had would be over before it truly began.
With more control than he thought he possessed, he backed his head away from hers and spun her away from him, until she was facing the bar. Removing temptation, while still allowing him the feel of her body.
“Teasing me like that, Gia, is worth two… so that makes it five.”
It took her a second to respond, letting him know she was just as affected as he was. “Five what?”
He leaned in and smiled against her ear. “Spankings. Every time you tease, torment, or simply act bitchy, you are going to earn yourself another.”
She leaned her body back against him, almost sagging into him as gooseflesh ran down her arms. That, combined with the little shiver she gave, told him all he needed to know.
“You really like that idea, don’t you baby?”
“Fuck you, Josh.” Her words were harsh, though her tone was raspy. The desire he heard in her tone shot straight to his cock.
Grabbing her hip with one hand, he gripped the bar with the other, half convinced he would break the damn thing with his grip. “Here and now, or did you want to wait until we get back to my house?” He used his grip to grind himself against her ass.
He realized just how carried away they’d gotten when instead of pulling away, she leaned into him with a breathy little moan.
“Ah, hell Gia.” He pulled away from her taking a full step back before he did something colossally stupid. Taking a deep breath, he was trying to calm himself when the bartender showed back up, drinks in hand.
Taking the beers, he asked Gia to grab Deb’s martini and he turned to head back to the table. He stopped for just a second, and leaned in to say quietly, “Now we’re up to seven, Gia. One for the ‘fuck you’ and one for the teasing. Just how badly are you going to behave the rest of the night?”
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She was going to kill him. A long, slow, painful death. After she sexually tormented him for hours on end first, of course.
If she was honest, she was actually more angry with herself, or at least with her body, than he was with him. She had almost given in and kissed him at the bar.
Kissed him… hell, she knew it wouldn’t have stopped there. At that particular moment, she had forgotten where they were, who they were with. She hadn’t cared. The only thing she could think about was having him slip that long, hard shaft inside her and easing the ache.
Josh leaned over, whispering in her ear, “If you don’t want me to fuck you right here at this table, you had better get that goddamn look off your face.”
“Go to hell Josh,” she all but yelled at him. Everyone at the table glanced her way, but since the two of them arguing was nothing new, they merely waited for his response. When he merely smirked at her, they all went back to chatting about whatever they’d been chatting about.
She made the mistake of looking at him and he mouthed out, “That’s thirteen, baby.”
She trusted him. Completely. At least in this. She knew he would absolutely break her heart in the end, but she knew she could trust him with her body. And quite frankly, judging by the look in his eye, he may not give her a choice. She knew he was deadly serious. She was going to get spanked tonight.
Another little shiver of anticipation ran through her.
Suddenly Josh stood up, almost shooting out of his chair. “Hey, Gia. Dance with me?”
Before she could even answer, he grabbed her arm and tugged, leaving her no choice but to stand and follow unless she wanted to be dragged across the room.
As soon as they were hidden from view, he pulled her flush against him. The contact, combined with the friction of movement, both soothed and tormented her.
After just a few seconds, she heard Josh groan, his already hard shaft, pulsing against her belly.
“You have got to stop looking like that Gia. You are driving me fucking insane.”
“Like what?” she asked, honestly confused.
“Like you want me to throw you over my lap and spank you right here.”
About the Author:
I am often asked; who is AubriannaHunter? And the truth is the answer isn’t a simple one. Beyond being a dedicated wife and mother, I was raised by a Marine, and married into the Navy.
Needless to say I can go toe to toe with the most sarcastic people you have met, and can dish insults and curse with the best of them. I blurt wildly inappropriate things at precisely the moment when the room goes quiet, so much so that my co-author has nicknamed me Ted… Yes… After the bear in the movie.
Recently my husband has replaced calling me crazy with calling me “Creative”, but the tone he uses to do it makes me question his sincerity. Though honestly, crazy is probably closer to reality. I like my hectic life, in fact I thrive in the chaos and would have it no other way.