The Next Contestant by Dani Evans
THE NEXT CONTESTANT
It’s a contest only Jax and his fraternity brothers are
playing. Whoever scores the most points wins the game.
Kimber’s a feisty young woman enjoying life.
No plans for finding Mr. Right. Not when Mr. All
Wrong left her in a world of deceit and crushed her spirit.
Jax is the epitome of men. His striking good looks turn
heads. Lots of them. He walks past Kimber in a cloud of
sex and arrogance, and he’s slowly dragging her in to his
perimeters.
This wasn’t a part of Kimber’s strategy—she hadn’t
planned on him and struggles to pull back, away from his
striking distance, the kiss of death.
It’s a game of command and docility.
He’s gaining control.
She’s falling prey.
When stakes are high and Jax is at the top, will he let it
all go for Kimber? Because choosing Kimber will end his
game and he’ll certainly fail if he drops out now. And if
he backs out, will Kimber still want him when she learns
the dirty little fraternity secret?
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Excerpt 1:
Kimber’s thrown a towel on the ground and she’s lying there, naked. Eyes closed, cheeks flush, wet strands of hair sprawled out to the sides… but that’s not what’s holding me here. I unbutton my jeans and release my full on erection, pre cum and all. Slowly stroking myself, I watch her squirt clear liquid—probably KY—down her slit. Her raised knees are bent and she spreads them wide, her naked self, right there for my eyes to take in. I smother my gasp. She’s all sexy and smooth, not a lick of hair on her pussy. I can only imagine how she tastes. I want to lick her, finger her, and then fuck her. She begins rubbing her clit softly, slowly… then picking up the pace. She grunts a little and then moans. I grind my hips, thrusting and pumping my cock harder wishing I were inside of her. Kimber raises her hips, her middle finger sliding down her folds and she dips it inside. I lose it and cum on the spot. Fuck. I need to get out of here.
Excerpt 2:
“C’mon, Jax. Afraid to tap this wetness? Afraid to get yourself soaked?” She swoops down and splashes ice-cold water at me. I march after her and she knows, knows she’s in trouble now. She turns around and starts to run. God. Her ass. I want to bite it. I want to do all kinds of nasty with her and her sweet little ass. When she’s a good distance away from me, I go into a full sprint and catch up to her. It doesn’t take long before I’ve got my arms wrapped around her and I’m taking her down at the edge of the waves lapping at the shoreline. We’re both panting and smirking. “You think I’m afraid to get wet?” “It might mess up your perfectly messy hair,” she says as she reaches both hands up and brushes her fingers along my scalp. I push in between her legs and press my erection against her, then grind into her, hard. “Baby, there’s only one wet thing I want to tap into, and it isn’t the ocean.” I lean down, bite her pert nipple through the fabric of her top, and slide my hand down her side to cup her ass. I can’t help it if my fingers slip under the flimsy fabric and wander toward the crease. Once my finger hits that tight little rim, she jerks her hips up.
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