Publisher: St. Martin’s
Today’s top erotic romance writers come together for a steamy read of four sexy stories about women who discover that real men last all night...
Featuring Cooper’s Fall by Lora Leigh
Former ranger turned bar owner Ethan Cooper never expected to get an eyeful of prim Miss Sarah Fox from his attic window one hot summer afternoon. But now his blood is on fire for the delicious little minx.
Also includes : Luring Lucy by Lori Foster, The Edge of Sin by Cheyenne McCray, and Wanted: A Real Man by Heidi Betts
** This is an unedited excerpt from Cooper's Fall**
Ethan Cooper stared out the window, his expression bland. He knew it was bland. He could feel it pulling into lines of complete blank shock.
He should move. He told himself to move as he clenched his fists and pressed them into the wall beside the small attic window.
He was going to move.
In just a minute.
Just as soon as he came in his jeans from the sight that met his bemused eyes.
It wasn’t his fault.
He was excusing himself and he damned well knew it. He was just too, shellshocked, yeah, that was the word, too shell shocked to move a single muscle and drag himself away from the little window with a birds eye view into the neighbors secluded back yard.
Pervert! He railed at himself.
That didn’t stop him. He was transfixed. His cock was in hell. He was practically drooling on his dusty attic floor as he watched shy little priss, Miss Sarah Fox, naked as God created her.
Naked. Glistening beneath the sun, slender hands moving.
He closed his eyes. Swallowed tightly. She thought she was in the privacy of her own home. She thought that sheltering fence she’d paid a fucking fortune to have built around her pool was tall enough to protect her. That no one could see her. That she was safe.
His eyes opened.
He felt sweat bead on his forehead and roll down his temple as she smoothed her hands over her breasts. Cupped them. Rolled her nipples.
“Christ.” He wheezed. There was a flash of gold.
He felt his cock get impossibly thicker. Felt his balls tighten. His balls? Damn. He could barely breath.
Prissy Miss Fox had nipple rings. Fucking nipple rings. Beneath those staid blouses and too long damned skirts she wore, she was wearing fucking nipple rings?
His fists tightened as he pressed them into the window frame. He blinked back sweat, and he couldn’t drag his eyes away from her.
Long nut brown, riotously curly hair fanned around her. A hell of a lot longer than he had imagined it was. And she was curved. Curved where a woman should be curved.
And her fingers.
He tried to swallow. Her fingers were pulling at the little gold piercings in her nipples, and her expression was filled with pleasure.
Her entire body was sheened with oil. He forced his eyes from her nipples. Down.
“God have mercy.” He was breathing fast, hard.
Fine. He was a fucking pervert. He unzipped his jeans, dragged his dick free and curled his fingers around the shaft, palming it, stroking it.