Publisher Link: Red Rose Publishing
http://redrosepublishing.com/books/index.php?manufacturers_id=311&osCsid=3abd1ef153360e66a0908fa8e2cbb219
Tia owns a dance studio and as a favor to her best friend, Michelle and business partner, she agrees to teach her boyfriend, Quincy, the Salsa. He’s a temptation Tia has been avoiding since they were first introduced, over a year ago. The heat from Quincy’s fiery green eyes causes her many sleepless nights. Once the Latin music lights the fire between them, will these two be able to control their desires for one another?
**Excerpt**
Damn, why didn’t I lock that door?
His smile sent my pulse racing. I took a gulp of my Diet Coke to steady myself.
“I’m here for my final lesson, Tia.”
I’d cancelled his last appointment but failed to tell him.
“Quincy, you’ve mastered the Salsa. You don’t need that final lesson,” I said, turning my back on him. I was ravenous and continued to eat my lunch ignoring his tempting body.
“Busy day?” he asked, walking into the office.
“Yes, and I didn’t take a lunch break,” I said between bites.
“Let me take you out to dinner, instead.”
“Will Shell be joining us?” I was tired of this game.
It was bad enough that he now invaded my dreams. Why can’t he leave me alone? I thought.
“Tia! I’m asking you out to dinner, not Michelle.”
“My Cuban sandwich has hit the spot just fine, Quincy.”
“It’s cold! Wouldn’t you prefer something hot? How about going to Estrella and ordering a plate of seafood paella and maybe some crabmeat or chicken empanadillas. Doesn’t that sound more appealing than what you’re eating now?”
“This is fine,” I said, seething because Shell had told him my favorite restaurant and my favorite meal.
“All right, I prefer to use the time for another session, like the one we had yesterday.”
I nearly choked on that sip of Coke. He slipped up behind me. The palms of his hands slid under my leotard midriff and grabbed my breasts. His thumbs tweaked my nipples, and his tongue licked at the pulse point on my neck. He began to suck me.
“We-can-not-do-this,” I moaned, yet my body reacted to his touch.
I fumbled with the can of Coke to place it back down on the desk, and at the same time I tried to prevent Quincy’s hands from descending lower.
“You know you want me!” His voice unbearably sexy, and I felt my love muscle clench as if he was buried deep inside of me.
His wandering fingers left my breasts, trailing a fiery path past my tight abs and brushed against my mound.
“No, Quincy!” I protested, fruitlessly. My body had a mind of its own.
His right hand moved lower and palmed my heat. I felt his fingers working their way between my delicate folds, invading my dewy core, and working my body into a crazed frenzy.
“Mmm,” I moaned, melting from his touch.
I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to. My body involuntarily gyrated to his finger invading my core. I gasped when he slid a second finger into me, and I spread my legs wider to accommodate him. My palms reached out to steady myself. I gripped his thighs, rocking, and bowing to his will…
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