Diana DeRicci

ISBN: 978-1-60737-482-4
Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Marci Gass
Price: $4.99

Deena is turning twenty-nine and her friend has given her the best gift, a free pass to Touch, a decadent luxury playground that caters to the rich and famous. Working endlessly to get her business off the ground, this break to play is exactly what she needed. The treatments aren’t half bad either.

Derek, the owner and controlling mastermind behind Touch, has ulterior motives though for getting Deena to Touch. Several months before, he’d discovered the knock-out blonde at a mutual friend’s wedding. Knowing she was dating, he tried to put her out of his mind, yet when her boyfriend leaves in a butcher’s rendition of chopped hearts, Derek lays out the ammunition to win her for himself.

All he needs is his secret weapon: Touch.

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Excerpt: (Adult)

“Deena?”

“Hmm?” Languorous and drowsy, she barely answered him.

“Your choice of relaxation methods was one I’m not familiar with.” Drifting his hand between her relaxed thighs, closer to the pulsating heat of her mound still hidden beneath the safety of the towel, he almost died on the spot. Knowing what he should have expected, his blood raged with a renewed shock at the silken expanse of baby-soft smooth skin all along her thigh the higher he went. Was she bare? His mouth salivated, and he swallowed. Hard. Thank God he’d had the foresight to not put cameras in every massage room. “But I don’t want you to leave dissatisfied with our services.”

“Methods?” she mumbled, obviously trying to make the connection with a brain that was mush.

“Is this what you meant?” he asked, trying to even his voice out as he pressed delicately to the heat of her smooth flesh with an oiled palm. He slid the towel to her side, exposing her completely. The divine beauty of her body stole the last sane thought he had.

“Oh!” Shock made her voice stronger, but she was boneless on the table. He waited. Boneless was one thing. Feeling helpless was another. The oiled heat of her body was reaching up to him, wrapping around him like a fine scarf in winter. Over his nose and mouth, making him dizzy with need.

“Let me please you,” he managed over a thick tongue. A shudder rolled down her body.

“This isn’t a common offer, is it?” Her words were confused, trying to understand.

“No, Deena. This is for you, because you asked for the method.” Only a partial lie, a play on words that she herself had written. He was dying to feel her orgasm after having his hands all over her body for the last hour.

His eyes had almost fallen out of his head when he’d seen that one written word: orgasms. At first he believed he’d imagined it because he’d thought of little else when it came to Deena. It was a perfect opportunity, albeit a stolen one. He’d take it and run like a thief.

After a minute’s hesitation, she relaxed and actually spread her thighs for him, lifting her hips to press into his palm.

He didn’t ask twice, slowly working the oiled heat of his palm over her slit, feeling the way her body trembled and arched against his motions. He wished he could take her the way he’d craved since that fateful day all those months ago, but her ex had done a real number on her.

So much so that Sylvia had become extremely worried over her. Unable to wait for time to cure her heart, he’d made a deal with Sylvia to get Deena to the spa. He was going to do much more than heal her heart, given the chance. He was going to awaken her body.

He slid his palm over her pussy, and she moaned, the sound low and aching. He wanted her to turn over, to find her with his mouth, and devour her in all the ways he knew he could, but he wasn’t ready for her to see him yet. He didn’t want any connection made to him as one of the guests at Laura’s wedding, because that would too easily lead back to Rafael then Sylvia and the whole set up to get her to Touch. It was too possible for her to realize who he was, since she was at his spa, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He would tell her, but not now. It was too soon. He didn’t want his reputation and wealth to make the first impression. For now, he only wanted her to know him as André when she did finally see his face, to protect her if this was the only time he should have with her.

By the heat beneath his hands, he sincerely doubted he was imagining this. She’d find out about Derek Richards in due time. He wasn’t thrilled with the lie, but he wouldn’t risk hurting her if he was wrong about this attraction, if she didn’t feel the same, because he knew he wanted her. He felt on fire from just the hour they’d spent together already.

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