Eight Is Never Enough
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by Trixie Stilletto, T. D. McKinney
Description: F. S. Wilson is surrounded by sex. Nice clean sex, kinky sex, humorous sex, it surrounds him every waking minute. And he's utterly sick of it. As CEO of the largest sex toy company in the state, he can't escape it however much he wants to. All he really wants is to sell out, leave behind the embarrassing job, and maybe, just maybe, find a nice woman who doesn't see him as a living example of his merchandise. At the tail end of a bad week, the last thing he needs is a complaint from his biggest customer. And what's up with her? What sort of woman orders a gross of mini sex toys anyway! PR wizard Debbie Oaks doesn't have time for a screwed up order of promo material. You'd think a sex toy company could at least get an order for a few hundred...well...items correct! But no! She's hopping mad and ready to take her lost revenue out of F. S.'s handsome hide... With a hurricane bearing down and Debbie giving F.S. the first ache of desire he's had in far too long, things get way out of control way too fast. Love at first sight can be really tough when you're convinced you don't even like each other...
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2005
eBookwise Release Date: April 2006
73 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Reading time: 47-65 min.
"4 Hearts! ... This is an interesting book to say the least and certainly has its comical moments. F.S. is not your average guy who would be thrilled over owning a sex toy company; he wants a serious relationship and everything it offers. Debbie is hell on wheels when her order gets messed up and gives new meaning to the phrase mad as hell. Together this couple is explosive, but has some things to work through before they can actually be a couple. The love scenes are like a firework show and just as exciting. Trixie Stilletto and T.D. McKinney have done a great job collaborating on this story, I hope they get together again to create another interesting book."--Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio
He took a deep breath and his iron control resurfaced with enough fighting spirit to defeat his libido. He drew his gaze up to her face.
She had one of those baby faces--the kind that would probably hide her age even when she was an old woman. Old, certainly she was not now. In fact, F.S. would have to guess that she was closer to jailbait than gathering her pension. And jailbait was something he didn't need.
"Ahhh, Ms. Oaks?" He was stammering. Crap. F.S. felt the blood rushing from the top half of his body to the bottom half. So much for that Philadelphia-forged will of his.
"Yes, yes, that doesn't matter. I hope you brought my cocks. This is an extremely time-sensitive problem. I can't tell you how upset I am about the whole thing." She turned and went back into her house.
F.S., feeling like a jackass being led to water, followed. What else could he do? Maybe without those glorious ta-tas bouncing in front of his face, he could think with his brain rather than with the nine rather throbbing inches between his legs.
Or maybe not.
She moved in front of him at a dizzying pace and he got his first look at her ass. The cotton tee perfectly outlined it. F.S. sucked in his breath. It sure looked like she was wearing nothing but the tee. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again, hoping he'd been fantasizing. Nope. No bra, no panties.
Good God. He'd been rocked by her breasts, but her ass was truly spectacular. He had a sudden, urgent vision of taking her doggy style, bending her over and spanking those soft globes until they were rosy red before bringing them both to exquisite release.
Did he have her cocks? It took every ounce of his control not to tell her he had more than enough cock for anything she needed.
Stunned by the force of his desire, F.S. stood stupefied for a moment. He realized the vision was already moving like a tornado out of sight and still talking just as rapidly as before. One hundred miles an hour was obviously her resting speed. Again, he had a vision. This time it was of jumping on her for a quick spin, just to see if she could do everything as fast as she talked. God help him if her hips could move as fast as her mouth.
Oh Christ. Don't think about her mouth.