I refused to work my way up the company
ladder by sexually favoring my sleazy boss. I was beginning to lose
hope. Until one day, he surprised me with an assignment that would
literally rock my world.
I never imagined my first assignment
being my last. But Brent Nichols worked his way inside every way
possible, unlocking something within me.
Becoming a porn star was never part of
the plan. Neither was changing my name.
Everyone else knows me as Lucy Rogers,
but you can call me Lotus Raine.
“We don’t have to do this tonight,
but you’ll just be prolonging the inevitable if you decide against
it.” His hand moved to my neck, cradling it as it fell back and his
free hand trailed up my thigh, moving under the jean fabric of my
shorts. “If you don’t want to go all the way, I won’t fight it,
but let me at least give you a taste of what you’ll be missing out
on.” He bent down, whispering into my ear, licking the edge of it
as his finger slipped beneath the security of my cotton panties. Man
was I thankful for my non-painted on shorts at that very moment. And
so was my conscious pussy.
I bit my lip—hard—suppressing the
moan. I internalized it by pressing my center closer to him, as his
finger moved in and out of me deeper and faster.
“So wet. So wet and tight.” He
murmured praises into my neck as he recklessly worked his finger in
and out of me. I had never been touched as possessively and with such
expertise as I had with him. In my mind, he had to be a professional
fingerer. That had to be a profession, right?
Knocking at the door broke through my
consciousness and caused my body to tense.
“Wait your fuckin’ turn,” he
turned his head, yelling toward the door.
“We need to go,” I said hesitantly
as he continued working his finger, adding his thumb to the mix as he
rubbed my clit. My hands pressed into the top of the counter as I
pushed myself further into the wall. I could feel it deep within
me—signs of what was to come, forming and beginning to crackle
throughout my body. Like an electrical current seeking full charge.
Sparks here and there uniting, wanting to become one combustible
unit.
“We aren’t leaving this bathroom
until you get off. Either by my finger or my dick. The choice is
yours.”
“Seriously?” I withered even more
beneath him. “Who talks like that?” I had never been so turned on
in all my life. It wasn’t just the way he was touching me, but that
damn mouth of his could get me off by words alone.
“Men who know what they’re doing.”
He looked up and gave me a sexy smirk.
Being born an "Army Brat",
Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally
putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to.
She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her
husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner
Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she
realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she
claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire
she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her
life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still
history in the making.
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Wow, wow, wow. Erika hit the ball out of the park with this one! I was floored. I absolutely loved Broken Wings because it was amazing but then she turns around and writes the total opposites and stuns me again. She is awesome!
Wow, wow, wow. Erika hit the ball out of the park with this one! I was floored. I absolutely loved Broken Wings because it was amazing but then she turns around and writes the total opposites and stuns me again. She is awesome!
This story is hot, yes. But it has so much more. It has a story of self discovery. It shows us the story of a girl learning who she really is. It was wonderful, beautiful....I loved it!
I laughed, I cried, I blushed (A LOT!!!!) and I cheered my butt off. This is a fantastic book and if you are looking for a new book to read I would definitely say grab it and you will not regret choosing How I Became Lotus Raine the porn star as your next read.
