It’s out! My newest erotica ebook is available: The Stripper’s Confession.
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Being a stripper has its benefits.
Since starting exotic dancing, Aimee has seen her confidence and bank account grow. She dances two cities over in order to keep her night life separate from her pastor father and small town gossip. That is, until Jace strolls into her apartment with proof that she’s a stripper. She has a feeling the price for silence won’t be cheap, but she’s far more eager to pay it than anyone thought.
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The Stripper’s Confession
Aimee rolled over and smiled. She could almost feel the guy’s erection against her backside from when she’d given him the best lap dance of his life. Last night had been an amazing power trip. Bachelor parties were always a good time, especially when it came to drunken tips.
She rose from bed, stretching out in the morning sunlight as it seeped in through the venetian blinds. She was a bad, bad girl and no one in her humdrum life knew about it. Power was becoming addictive.
Slipping off her t-shirt and panties, she headed into the bathroom and turned the knob in the shower. Water splashed into the tub. When she’d become an exotic dancer a year ago, it had been on a whim, a last resort to help pay down her college debt before her parents found out exactly how much she owed. Back then, she had no idea how much she’d enjoy it.
She stepped into the tub and closed the curtain before switching the water over to the shower head. Warmth cascaded down her curves. She sighed contently. Life felt wonderful at the moment.
After the shower, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Being lucky enough to take the day off from the café, she’d decided to do absolutely nothing. It’d been so long since she could afford that luxury…literally…particularly on a weekend. But dancing hadn’t only boosted her confidence, but also her bank account. While she was far from rich, she no longer fretted over every bill. And she’d harnessed that sense of security herself. Pride rose in her chest, making her smile.
She was in the middle of beating a few eggs for an omelet when a knock rapped at the door. She tightened the belt on her robe and traipsed over. A quick glance through the peephole showed her guest to be her neighbor, Jace. The mid-morning light gleamed off his gorgeous, blond hair. It had that sexy 90s vibe going on, all floppy and loose. She’d be fooling herself if the mere sight of his thick, corded body didn’t send her reeling and aching for more.
Reaching out, she opened the door and smiled. “Jace. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Mornin’ Aimee.” The corner of his mouth crooked up in a sly smirk. Stubble graced his face. Here was a man who’d been out half the night. “Mind if I come in?”
She stepped back. “Why not? I was just about to make breakfast and start off my Sunday of complete laziness.”
“Sounds good,” he replied, his boots hard against the wood flooring as he closed the door behind him.
She walked deeper into the kitchen, still able to speak to him due to the open-floor plan of her little cottage. “Have you eaten?”
“No.” He shook his head before tucking a strand of flaxen hair behind his ear.
There was a strange look on his face and she wasn’t sure why. It was a bit like he’d caught a canary. Maybe he had a juicy story to share. Sometimes they’d hang out, and he was the type who loved to brag about his conquests. She’d listen on, smiling inside because he had it in his head that she was an innocent thing. He must’ve gotten a thrill from “shocking” her.
If only he knew…
(end of sample)