Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Calculated Risk. It's a part of the Men For Hire anthology!
Stella Whitman has inherited her mother’s country home. When she finds it in utter disrepair, her cousin suggests that she call Men for Hire in search of a handyman. When he arrives, she’s somewhat shocked to find that his deep brown eyes and rugged good looks are giving her some very inappropriate thoughts.
Despite his instant attraction to Stella, Ian Starling has convinced himself that they need to keep things strictly professional. He’s been burnt before and has vowed never again. It becomes increasingly more difficult as he gets to know her, though. Then one rainy night changes everything…
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She raised her hips and worked them against his hand, and moaned, “I want you inside me, Ian. Be inside me. I ache.”
He removed his fingers from her, a pained look on his face and said, “I didn’t exactly plan for this. I don’t have a condom. I really hope you’ve got one.”
“I do,” Stella said. She rolled over and pulled an unopened box from the bedside table. Opening it, she tore one off the strip and handed it to him.
Without any further ado, he tore open the package and rolled it over his hard length. He settled himself in between her thighs, his cock nudging against her opening. With one hand, he framed her face. The other guided him slowly inside her.
When he was buried fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips experimentally against him. She felt so full. So stretched.
The groan that left Ian sounded almost pained. His eyes fluttered closed as he said, “Don’t move, or this will be over quickly, Stella. It’s been a while since…”
Stella saw the strain on his face and the words just fell from her lips, “For me too. I’m already on the edge. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”
Ian shook his head as he began to slowly work his hips against hers. He said, “I know, Stella. Every single time I saw those pouty lips of yours, I couldn’t help but think of them wrapped around my cock. That beautiful round ass of yours. I kept picturing it rosy pink from the palm of my hand. I wanted to fuck your tight little pussy with my tongue, my fingers, my cock … until you screamed so loud you were hoarse from it. And then I wanted to do it all over again.” His hips slapped against hers now, punctuating each word as he said, “I—have—every—idea.”
Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.
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