It's Saturday Spankings time! I'm very excited this weekend as my new novel, Accelerated Passion hits the shelves on Monday - you can pre-order now. I loved writing this sexy story with world champion Formula One driver Dean Cudditch as the hero (if you've read my novel Breathe You In you'll have already met him) and tomboy mechanic Frankie.
When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.
Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.
“Damn it, I need to be in you.” He twisted her to face the car. Then, with firm pressure in the center of her back, he pushed her to ninety degrees.
She placed one hand on the hard rubber tire in front of her and the other on the wing. Her breasts hung downward, and her ass jutted up.
Had she ever felt so open, so wanton and abandoned at the same time? She knew, in the hard light of day, she’d be horrified that they’d done this, but right now, nothing could stop it. She wanted Dean to fuck her, while she was like this, and she needed it now.
He gripped her ponytail again and held it firm.
“Have you any idea how fucking amazing you look?” he said as he ran his fingers through the cleft of her ass cheeks. “So hot for it, so perfect.”
She stared at the front of the car and held her breath as he eased two, maybe three fingers into her pussy.
“And so wet for it. Wet for me,” he said. He began to pump, fucking her with his fingers.
“Dean...” she gasped.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he said. “Here, now, over the best fucking car in the world.”
He withdrew. A hard slap landed on her right ass cheek.
She bit her bottom lip to prevent from squealing as the sting traveled over her buttock and heat rose on her skin. “Ah, yeah, are you handling it?” he asked.
“Yes.” She could guess what was coming next and
hung her head down.
But he pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look up as he delivered another slap, to her opposite buttock this time. Again, she bit her lip. Fuck, that had hurt. He’d put real male muscle behind it and held her so tight.
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