Provocative Professions Collection (19 page)

Indulge

Prequel to The Harmony Series

Angela Graham

Predictable, as always. "Relax, doll." My lip twitched up in a smirk. "I am very much single."

"Oh," she murmured, a pink blush returning to her gaunt cheeks. Her tongue peeked out, skimming her top lip. Her eyes locked on mine as she released the sheet. "In that case…"

My erection grew as I watched her seductive performance. She ran her fingers down over her breasts as her legs opened, inviting me in.

Unfortunately, I knew better. There was no time. "You can see yourself out."

She wasn't taking no for answer, stepping down from the bed on her tiptoes and strutting toward me confidently. It was one I'd seen far too many times. The morning-after show usually played out one of two ways, but the fact that never changed was that I always had the upper hand. As much as women hated it, I never had a problem turning them away when I was done.

"There's money on the dresser for a taxi."

She released a provoked whine when I turned around and entered my bathroom, closing the door behind me.

The force of water hammering down over my shoulders eased the final stiffness from my muscles. The club I'd ended up at the previous night with Caleb had been a new one with an over-the-top opening, and still I was surrounded by all the same faces—all except that of the woman now scouring my room for her clothing. She'd been a pleasant distraction from the monotony of the evening, but as with all the rest, my curiosity about her was sated.

The predictable creak of the bathroom door sounded around me as I massaged soap into my scalp. After a quick rinse of my head, I opened my eyes, watching her climb in and shut the shower door.

She gave a sweet-but-far-from-innocent smile, judging by the mischievous gleam in her eye. "I can help," she offered.

She reached for the bar of soap resting on the ledge and lathered it in her hands. I waited, a smirk growing, pleased that like all the others before her, she was eager to make sure I had my fill. Her eyes held mine as she encased my solid erection in her soapy hands and began stroking.

Her tongue peeked out, tracing along her lips as she rinsed the soap away under the spray. A slow smile emerged on her lips and I knew exactly what she was thinking—what she wanted.

"Show me what that pretty mouth can do," I said.

She stooped down on her knees and held my cock firm in her hand. Her tongue swirled around the head a few times, firing my senses to life, before gliding down and swirling around the base. Another lap back up caused my hips to nudge forward, urging her to take me in.

She pulled her gaze from my cock and looked up at me through long, dark lashes before opening her mouth and plunging down over my dick, skimming it over the roof of her mouth. She sucked hard before popping her mouth open and drawing it in again.

Her hand gripped my thigh, digging into the skin while she moved her other hand to the base of my cock, stroking me for added pleasure. I threaded my fingers into her hair, thrusting my hips forward and taking full power.

Her ravishment grew wild, her hand pumping and her mouth taking me deeper, over and over. Her head bobbed frantically. The girl knew what she was doing; she was damn near a pro.

A breath hissed from my lips. "Fuck," I ground out when she scraped her teeth down gently, then slid her tongue back over the sensitive flesh.

I slammed my eyes shut, focusing on the vibrations of her lips humming over my hard cock, nearing release. Her mouth moved faster, rougher. I grasped handfuls of her hair tightly with both hands, holding her lips in place suctioned at the base of my cock as its shaft pumped into the back of her throat.

A rough, gratified moan tore from my throat, clearing away any lingering stress in my thoughts. My mind was wiped clean as I lost myself in the feeling of her warm lips milking me into my morning release.

Connect with S.E. Hall

S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon bestselling Evolve series:
Emerge
,
Embrace
,
Entangled
(novella), and
Entice,
as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA romance,
Pretty Instinct.
She also co-wrote
Stirred Up
and
Packaged
, stand-alone erotic quickies with her CP and friend, author Angela Graham and is honored to be a part of the
USA Today
and
New York Times
bestselling
Devour
box set. Stephanie resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and three beautiful daughters of the home.

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Evolve
Box Set

The
Evolve
box set by Amazon bestselling author S.E. Hall includes all four books in the series released thus far:
Emerge, Embrace, Entangled
and
Entice.

Emerge, Book 1

He lied...my everything I ever knew, trusted, wanted...I am, in fact, without him. On my own and out of my shell, I learn new things about life, friendship and...myself. Like what you've always known may not be what you've always wanted.

Dane Kendrick awakened things within me that I never knew existed, unraveling and uncovering the real Laney Jo Walker.

I'm a NEW adult...so is my story.

Embrace, Book 2-

Evan Allen is a handsome, athletic, southern gentleman who now attends Georgia Southern University for no good reason.

After what he expected to be the romantic gesture of the century, Evan is looking at no friends, a year of ineligibility on the football team, and no girl.

He's starting over alone and doesn't know quite how to proceed. Certain members of The Crew refuse to let him face things by himself, taking him under their wing, and it doesn't take the ladies long to notice him, either.

Sometimes life doesn't go as you had planned.

Sometimes it goes better.

Embrace it.

Entangled, Novel a 2.5

Things heat up, and not just the Georgia summertime, when Dane and Laney go head to head over plans for her new duplex. But Laney's got his number, and knows just how to coerce her bossy, domineering man. Spend the summer with the gang and find out...just how many is a crowd?

The members of the Evolve Crew are getting older; so is the content. Mature audiences recommended.

Packaged

S.E. Hall & Angela Graham

Copyright 2014 S.E. Hall & Angela Graham

All rights reserved

This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part,

without written permission from the author.

This book is intended for mature audiences only.

Editor: Erin Roth, Wise Owl Editing

Formatting: Joni Wilson

Dedication

To the team that always supports us, each intricate and lending their glorious, individual talents, as well as newcomers Sean Smith and Shauna Kruse!
It's been a pleasure!

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 1

"What's vice today may be virtue, tomorrow."

—Henry Fielding

I read the quote three, maybe four, times then stare back at my mail cubby where I'd found it. Just a small slip of paper, waiting enigmatically for me. Odd, yes, but something about it intrigues me. I glance around my empty office, no clue about the why or who, but does it matter?

After a second reread, connecting with each word, I'm tempted yet unable to toss it in the trash bin. Instead, I prop the tiny scrap in the corner of a picture frame beside my keyboard, then flip the light switch off and head home.

Chapter 2

Amelia,

"Fuck! Is one expected to be a gentleman when one is stiff?"

I'm stunned, baffled, and damn near paralyzed reading the note that'd been peeking out of my mail cubby.
Stiff?

Bit crass.

Difficult to turn my now stiffened, stressed neck, I steal a quick glance left then right, spotting three other colleagues conversing over files a few feet away. All men, all doctors. The youngest of the group, Max, still a resident, catches my stare and grins. I shudder, swiftly dropping my gaze, then shove the note under the rest of the mail in my hands.

My steps are labored, limbs rigid as I move back to my desk and sit, shell-shocked. The last time I made anyone
stiff
—
that I was aware of
—
was well over a year ago.