His At Last
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by Brenna Zinn
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: For ten long years Carter Lang's secret desire for Leslie Brighten burned relentlessly. His secretary and fifteen years his junior, Leslie was off limits--a potential liability Carter refused to chance. But on the day of his early retirement, Carter discovers Leslie in an erotic situation that not only changes his mind about pursuing the beautiful object of his intense passion, it will change his life forever.
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Scarlet Rose, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
15 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [85 KB]
Reading time: 51-72 min.
The lights in the banquet hall dimmed and a hush settled over the room as everyone left the dance floor and found their seats. Several small spotlights affixed to the ceiling turned on, their colorful beams aimed at the disco ball hanging over the middle of the parquet floor. Like brilliant sparks bursting from a colorful fire, reflected light bobbed and twirled all around the darkened room.
A slow song started playing over the speakers.
Carter smiled apologetically and drew Leslie into her arms. "Did you know this was next?"
Leslie shook her head. "No. Do you know how to dance?"
He winked. "Do I know how to dance? Are you kidding?"
He pulled her forward then dipped her so low she was certain her head would graze the floor.
"I'll have you know I'm a graduate of the Arthur Murray Dance Studio," he teased. With a graceful arch, he lifted her back up then whirled her around. "I can waltz and do the Hustle with the best of them, my dear."
Leslie glanced at Carter's feet, trying to mimic his steps. "Who is Arthur Murray and what in the world is the Hustle?"
He cocked his head back, his eyebrows raised. "Please tell me you're kidding."
Embarrassed by her naivete, she could do little more than shrug her shoulders. "Sorry. No."
Her stomach rolled. Here she finally was, dancing with Carter Lang, possibly the sexiest man she knew, and she had no idea what he was talking about. No doubt the classy women he was used to would not only know who Arthur Murray was, they probably socialized with the guy at their high society parties.
"I'll be happy to Google it when I get back to my table though," she hastily added. "My Blackberry is in my purse. I should be able to download the information in seconds."
He laughed. "Google it. How the hell did that phrase ever become a verb?"
"I know you're not crazy about using the Internet, but it can be fun."
A misstep on Leslie's part landed her foot on his. Carter didn't flinch. Instead, he winked and twirled her around again. Frustrated with her inability to keep up with his elaborate dancing, she stiffened her spine.
"Surfing the web is a great way to get information and keep up with friends." When her words came out a bit harsher than she had intended, she mentally scolded herself.
"I don't suppose just making a call to your friends would work, would it?" Carter extended his arm, pushing her out, then brought her back. "What you seem to forget is the only surfing I really care to do is with a short board at South Padre Island."
She tamped down a very unlady-like snort. "Don't tell me you've never surfed the net for porn. Every man does that. I've even done that."
Carter stared at her, stumbled, momentarily out of sync with the rhythm of the song. He lowered his gaze to hers, staring. "You've watched porn? Did I hear you right?"
His eyes, the color of whisky in sunlight and just as intoxicating, seemed to bore through her. His male essence, a seductive blend of spice and man, surrounded her and permeated her body. Her legs seemed to melt and her knees felt as though she would crumble at any moment.
Sucking in a deep breath, Carter resumed his complicated dance moves. He shuffled her to his left and to his right before bringing her in close enough to brush her breasts against his broad chest. "Do tell me more."