Tokyo Tease












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-839-4
Page Count: 80
Word Count: 18572
Rating: Mature


Passion in the Orient...

All-American girl next door, Natalie, jumped at the chance to see the world when offered a job in exotic Japan. Reality, however, proves much harsher than her many dreams...until her co-worker--and the star of her every fantasy--turns up the heat. Kentaro steps behind her on their morning commute, turning the crowded train ride into a journey of sensuality. With every sway and turn, the sexy Asian god's touch tortures and teases, arousing her with the speed of the bullet train. But this is only the beginning. Kentaro unlocks a world of exotic pleasures surpassing Natalie's dreams.

 

Rated

This title contains explicit language, some m/m foreplay, f/f, m/f, and light exhibitionism.

Rosette (80 pages/18572 words)

Digital ISBN: 978-1-61217-839-4

Excerpt:

Sanchez led the way back to the living room. Tight jeans formed to his ass, and the long sleeves of his white henley shirt were pushed up, showcasing thick, muscled, brown forearms. Once seated, he asked, “How’d it go with the guy you work with?”

“He still hasn’t really talked to me but…well…he kind of touched me on the train.”

“He touched you?” He bristled as if ready to defend my honor, which I had to admit warmed my heart a little. Before he worked himself into a rage, he asked, “Touched you, how?”

Too embarrassed to go into details, I skimmed over our interactions. “Well, he stood behind me and touched my stomach.” My cheeks flamed. “And well, today, he pulled me against him.”

“What do you mean?”

I raised my eyebrows, hoping he’d get the gist of our exchange, but he gave no indication of comprehension. “You know…he pulled me against him so my well…backside…was against his front side.”

“Holy shit. Was he hard?”

The flames burning my face scorched their way to my scalp. I nodded.

“Hot damn, Natalie. I think the guy noticed you.”

“He told me to wear a skirt tomorrow. What should I do?”

He grinned. “You should wear a skirt.”

“Therein lies the rub.” He looked at me as if I was insane. “I’m guessing he means something short and sexy.”

“Hell, yeah.” Another grin, bordering on lecherous.

“I don’t have anything like that,” I explained.

“Let me see.” He stood, grabbed his wine, and headed toward my bedroom.

Stumbling over myself, I finally gained my balance and hurried after him. While I wanted a man in my bedroom, one searching my closet wasn’t what I had in mind.

“Good God, woman.” Sanchez glanced at my clothes. “Do you work in a morgue?”



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