Needing money to pay off her mounting bills, Hannah agrees to strip at a bachelor party. A one-time event, and only because she knows there's no touching allowed. To her shock, Miller Bradley is there -- a man she lusted after years ago. Back then, the time hadn't been right but now she is ready and eager to explore the dark fantasies she's always wanted to experience with him.
When Miller sees Hannah walk through the hotel room door, his body goes on sexual alert. He expected to see her on this trip...and never as a stripper. He can't help but wonder why she has chosen such a path for her life. Regardless, after years of fantasizing about having this woman at his sexual mercy, he finally sees the opportunity to make those dreams of bondage and submission come true. If she's willing.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Stripped by Ruth D. Kerce
"Very well." She flipped on the music and began to dance. The sexual energy in the room immediately peaked, more intense than she'd expected.
Dancing for Miller alone was much more erotic than doing it for the group. All her memories of him from years ago returned full force. She wondered if he knew back then that she'd majorly lusted after him, like some sort of romantic hero. She'd grown up a lot since then but wouldn't mind reliving some of her old fantasies.
His eyes followed her every movement. She felt as if he were touching each bare inch of her body. She fantasized about his fingers, his mouth, his tongue on her skin.
Hannah slowly unbuttoned her costume. The temperature of her body rose at the look of desire on his face. After unlacing the bottom half of the bodice, she shimmied out of the uniform, letting the garment pool at her feet, before stepping out of it. Her black bra and panty covered her sufficiently but under Miller's heated stare, she felt naked.
When his tongue grazed his bottom lip, a surge of carnal need washed over her. She eyed his well-toned body, wondering what he would look like without clothes. He'd filled out even more since college and looked quite the hunky specimen. She wouldn't mind seeing him strip.
Miller stood and Hannah's heart leapt. She backed away a couple of steps. Her eyes followed him as he slowly walked toward her. He stopped when his foot brushed the French maid's costume on the floor.
This was getting intense. Too intense. She feared where it all might lead and wasn't so sure she'd be able to stop--or that she'd even want to stop. Tomorrow she would no doubt regret whatever she might allow to happen tonight. She was not a one-night-stand type of person, no matter how turned-on she was right now. And she didn't want Miller thinking of her that way.
She reached out and turned off the music. "You got your strip." Sort of.
He cocked an eyebrow and his gaze traveled down her body. "Not much of one."
"Private strips are more expensive. That's all I can do." Okay, a lie. But it sounded good.
Lily had Miller's credit card information. So, Lily would know his home address and even a cell phone number probably. If she wanted, she could reconnect with him later under better circumstances. See where it led, if anywhere, outside this sexually charged environment and when her life wasn't in such chaos.
"Mmm hmm." He picked up the costume and handed it to her. "You don't do this for a living."
He knew. Well, hell. Hannah sank down on the bed, clutching the costume. "This is my first time. Only time. I'm sorry you didn't get what you paid for."
"Why are you stripping, Hannah?"