Publication date: September 23rd, 2022
Synopsis:
A grumpy construction worker. An exotic dancer. And a night that leaves them wanting more.
Daphne
As a broke college student, I'm putting myself through school as an exotic dancer. Dozens of men come to watch me perform every night, and I've never been tempted by any of my clients... until him.
Mack with his smoldering gaze and sexy smirk. He knows exactly what to do with my body and how to ignite me with just a touch. Now this grumpy, possessive construction worker is telling me I'm his. But he's so much older than me. Can we make it work despite the age gap?
Mack
I'm big, grumpy, and I don't care much for the club scene. The only reason I'm here is to get my coworkers off my back. But the second I spot Daphne on stage, something feral is awakened within me.
She's a younger woman but that won't stop me from claiming her. I'm counting down the days until she'll be tied to me forever. Soon, she'll learn that possessive is my middle name and from now on, she'll spend every night screaming it.
If you're looking for an older man that quickly claims his younger woman, then you'll love meeting Mack in Stripped Bare.
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Excerpt
I dry my hands and walk out of the bathroom only to come face to... chest with Mack. He takes my hips and drags me down a small hallway near the exit and kisses me.
Mack takes my hair in his hand and pulls my head back to meet his gaze.
"What are you doing to me?" he asks me, panting and touching me all over.
I melt into him. I can't help it. I grab his short hair and pull his lips to mine and kiss him. His lips are just like I remember--soft. And his kisses are rough. With one hand still in my hair, Mack's other hand grabs my jaw and directs the kiss. He kisses my jaw, up to my ear then down to my neck. I have no idea if someone can see us and I don't care. The only thing I care about is getting as close to Mack as I can.
Then his hand comes to my hips and slide up my shirt toward my breasts. He takes one in his hands and massages it.
"Fuck," he groans against my lips. "I wanted to do this to you last night. Touch your breasts. Feel your hair in my hand. I wanted to touch the warmth and wetness of your pussy."
He bites my ear and the hand that was on my breast slides down to my pants. I'm wearing leggings so it's very easy for Mack to put his hand down my pants and feel my wet need. To feel how much I want him.
"Come back to my place," Mack says. "Let me make you feel good. I know you want it."
I do. I want it so bad. I don't think it's a good idea--in fact, it's a terrible idea. My brain doesn't think it's a good idea, but my pussy is begging for it. It soaks Mack's fingers and my panties. It begs for more. More of his touch. His hand. His tongue. His cock. I make a mewling sound and I don't realize that Mack loosened his grip on my hair before he pulls it back tight again so I look him in the eyes.
"Daphne." he whispers, "I need you." Then he rubs his jeans against my pussy. The friction seeds shocks throughout my body. I can feel the outline of his pulsing cock.
He needs me.
"Yes" I pant. "Yes, take me Mack!" I beg him. Mack lets me go and steps back.
"I already told Polly I'm leaving. Go to Polly thank her for lunch and meet me in the back. I'm driving the dirty blue truck."
"So demanding," I joke but at the same time finding it so hot.
Mack's eyes go dark and he takes a step toward me, overwhelming me with his size. My back flattens against the wall.
"I can get so much more demanding than this. Now do it," he says and I get excited.
I slide away from him, check myself in the mirror behind the bar before going outside and telling Polly I need to go.
"Already?" she pines, clearly hoping I'll reconsider. Unfortunately for her, I'm way too horny to change my mind.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to get going." I take my bag and jacket off the chair and give Polly a hug before going back into the restaurant and leaving by the back door.
I look around and see Mack's blue truck parked in the corner of the parking lot and walk toward it. He's in the driver's seat, smirking at me.
"What?" I say when I get in.
"Two minutes," he says.
"What's two minutes?"
"That's how long it took for you to tell Polly you were leaving."
"What are you going to do?" I ask, grinning like a cat.
He leans toward me and grips my chin in his fingers. I can smell myself on them and I inhale.
"I'm going to punish you."
The Dirty Romantic
AILA GLASS is a Canadian romance author and a hopeful romantic. She loves to write forbidden romances with some dirty talk and dirty alphas. When she's not writing she is reading romance books or listening to music. Preferably classic rock or country.
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