The Exhibition, Book Three of The
Executive Decisions Trilogy
By Grace Marshall
Blurb:
Successful NYC gallery owner,
Stacie Emerson, is ex-fiancée to one Thorne brother and ex-wife to the other.
Though the three have made peace, Ellison Thorne’s friend, wildlife
photographer, Harris Walker, still doesn’t like her. When Stacie convinces
Harris to exhibit his work for the opening of her new gallery she never
intended to include him in her other more hazardous plans. But when those plans
draw the attention of dangerous business tycoon, Terrance Jamison, Harris comes
to her aid. In the shadow of a threat only Stacie understands, can she dare let
Harris into her life and make room for love?
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She stood to put her pack back
on, and he came to his feet and caught her by the shoulder, not wanting it to
end like this, not wanting her to leave until they were good again. When she
tried to push him away, he pressed her between his body and the stone of the
cliff face. ‘You can’t just shut us all out, Stacie.’
‘I never wanted you involved in
the first place. I never wanted any of you involved but you couldn’t leave it
alone,’ she jerked back against him but there was no place to go. ‘You couldn’t
just let it go.’
He moved in closer until his body
pressed up against hers, holding her tightly against the stone. ‘No, I
couldn’t, and I can’t and neither can anyone else who cares about you and
neither would you if the situation were reversed. So whether you like it or
not, I’m here to stay. We’ve already discussed this, so get used to it.’ He
punctuated his point with a harsh kiss that couldn’t have been very pleasant
for her, but then he was angry, worried, scared for her. Instead of shoving at
him as he’d expected her to do, she curled a hard fist in his hair and ravaged
his mouth with every bit as much ferocity as he had given her, pulling him
still closer, rubbing her body against his, making him instantly and
startlingly erect.
She snaked a hand down between
them and savaged his fly until he feared for what lay beneath, until her
fingers wriggled and dug their way into his walking trousers to possess his
cock with a tight grip as though it were a weapon, one she were about to use to
do serious damage.
He fumbled to return the favour,
with her ripping at her own fly to make room for him, to guide his fingers down
over her mons. Her eyes locked his in a devastating gaze that felt as though
she could see right through him. ‘I need you to touch me there.’ Her voice was
a breathless whisper. ‘Where I’m wet, where I’m open, where I’m always, always
hungry for you.’ Her breath caught; her eyelids fluttered and she sucked her
bottom lip as he found her cleft, wet and open as she’d promised. ‘You can’t
tell me you don’t want to be like those cats.’ She guided his hand still
further and manipulated it until first two, then three fingers pressed up into
her. ‘You can’t tell me that when I present myself to you all hot and ready and
begging for it, you don’t want to service my need. You can’t tell me you don’t
want to get a little primal with that cock of yours.’ She gave him a hard
squeeze and drove her hand up and down his length, thumbing the already
abundant pre-cum over and around the tip until he gritted his teeth and held
his breath while his hips bucked hard against her efforts.
He scissored her deep with three
fingers and raked the silky slickness of her up and over her clitoris, and the
sounds from the back of her throat easily resembled the sounds the female
cougar made when the male mounted her. They wildly, madly fucked each other’s
hands. The wind had risen and even on the clear morning, the chill left no
doubt about lingering for more than the quickest of releases. Then she shifted,
pressed her back hard against the stone and rested both of her hands on his
shoulders. Before he could protest the removal of her fingers from his cock,
she wrapped her legs around his waist, her still clothed crotch rubbing tight
and insanely hot against his exposed cock as she began to rock and gyrate, and
it was all happening way too fast.
‘Stacie I --’
‘Shut up, Harris,’ she spoke
between chattering teeth. ‘I need to come, and so do you. You can fuck me
properly when we get back to the SUV. It’s too damn cold to linger.’ With each
sentence she ground against him, baring down with the extra leverage the cliff
at her back afforded and, almost before the words were out of her mouth, she
convulsed. Her spine stiffened and her shivers had nothing to do with the cold.
Harris could stand no more. He felt the eruption deep in his groin. It might
have been embarrassing had the circumstances been different, but as he tried to
cover himself, tried to hide the results of Stacie’s hard ride, she shoved his
hand away, pushed him back and practically fell into the space between them
positioning herself so that she caught his release, all of it in her mouth.
What could he say to that? What could he do but hold her there, helplessly
grunting the weight of his need into the back of her throat. It was an act as
intimate and as primal as the cougars mating on the rocks minutes ago. And sex,
any kind of sex, with Stacie Emerson was worlds apart from any other sexual
experiences he’d ever had. As she stood and wiped her mouth on the back of her
hand, the look of hunger in her eyes, the promise of more sex to come in the
SUV before the trip home couldn’t help but lighten the mood. As they
straightened and tucked and donned their packs, he wondered if that was maybe
why she did it. Whatever her reason, it definitely worked for him in ways he
was still trying to get his head around.
About
Grace Marshall:
Grace Marshall lives in South
England with her husband and the growing gang of hooligan birds who frequent
their feeders. When Grace isn’t busy writing something sexy and romantic, she’s
busy digging in her ever-expanding veg garden or walking across the British
countryside. She finds inspiration outdoors in nature, and most of her best
story ideas come to her while she’s walking or gardening.
Grace is the author of the fast
paced, quirky Executive Decisions
Trilogy published by Xcite Romance. An Executive Decision, Identity
Crisis and the final instalment of the trilogy, The Exhibition, are all
now available at all your favourite book sellers with lots of romance and
thrills served hot.
Grace Marshall’s alter-ego, K D
Grace writes critically acclaimed, best-selling erotic romance. Whether it’s
sexy romance or romantic sex, between The Graces, there’s a story for you.
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Genre: Fantasy
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