It's getting hot in here, and it's not the Summer sun. Give your day a naughty pick-me-up with these excerpts from the erotic romance book Tangled, the first in Emma Chase's Tangled series. We're sharing two sexy excerpts — a hot one and an even hotter one — depending on how racy you want to go. Keep in mind: if you wouldn't want your co-workers spying you reading Fifty Shades of Grey, both excerpts should be considered NSFW. Here's a little bit about the book:
"Goodreads and New York Times favorite, Tangled, by Emma Chase follows the hilarious descent of a smooth-talking, multimillionaire playboy into a broken, desperate man after he finally meets his match . . . written all from the male point of view."
Read the excerpts below, and for more information on the steamy series, visit XOXO After Dark.
I'm just about to get out of bed when she appears in the doorway. Her hair's pulled up in one of those elastic bands that women always seem to pull out of thin air. She's wearing a gray Columbia T-shirt — my gray Columbia T-shirt — and I'm momentarily fascinated by the way her tits jiggle beneath the lettering as she walks.
Kate sets the tray she's carrying on the bedside table. "Good morning."
I pout. "It could've been. Why'd you get up?"
She laughs. "I'm starving. My stomach was growling like a caged troll. I was going to cook breakfast for us, but the only thing I could find in your kitchen was cereal."
Cereal is the perfect food. I could eat it at every meal. And not the healthy bran-and-oats sh*t your parents shoved down your throat. I only go for the good stuff: Lucky Charms, Fruity Pebbles, Cookie Crisp. My cabinet is a veritable smorgasbord of highly sugared puffed wheat.
I shrug. "I order out a lot."
She hands me a bowl. Apple Jacks — good choice. Between bites, Kate says, "I borrowed a T-shirt. Hope you don't mind."
I crunch my breakfast of champions and shake my head. "Not at all. But I really like you better out of it."
See how she looks down? How her lips curve into a soft smile? See the color that rises in her cheeks? Good God — she's blushing again. After last night? After the cursing, the screaming, the scratching? Now she blushes?
Adorable, right? I think so too.
"I didn't think cooking in the nude was very sanitary."
I put my now-empty bowl back on the tray. "Do you like to cook?" In the months we've worked together, I've learned a lot about Kate, but there's still more I want to know.
She nods and finishes her cereal. "You grow up over a diner, it kind of rubs off on you. Baking is sort of my thing. I make great cookies. If we can get the ingredients later, I'll make them."
I smile devilishly. "I'd love to eat your cookie, Kate."
She shakes her head at me. "Why do I have the feeling you're not talking about the chocolate chip variety?"
Remember that gift from God? I can't let it go to waste. That would be a sin — and I really can't afford any more of those. I drag her onto the bed and pull the T-shirt over her head.
"'Cause I'm not. Now, about that cookie . . ."
We're both out of breath and staring, practically attacking each other with our eyes. She bites her lip, and her hands disappear behind her back. I hear the hiss of a zipper, and then her skirt is slowly sliding to the floor. It's the sexiest goddamn thing I have ever seen.
Kate stands in front of me in black lace boy-short panties, an open white blouse, and high heels. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is tousled from my hands. She's a goddess . . . f*cking divine. And the way she's looking at me almost has me coming right here and now. I reach for my wallet and pull the condom out, resting it on the cushion next to me.
Kate walks out of her skirt and toward me . . . leaving her high heels on.
She kneels between my legs and unbuttons my pants, keeping her blazing eyes locked on mine. I lift up, and she peels my pants and boxers off. My cock springs up, proud and hard and so f*cking ready. Her eyes go down, and she looks me over. I let her get her fill; I'm not really the shy type.
But when a devilish smile comes to her lips and she leans toward my d*ck, I grab her and pull her back to my mouth. I don't know what she was planning — well, I have an idea — but if I don't get inside her soon, I think I'm actually going to die.
I lift her at the waist, and her knees rest on either side of me. I hold her up with one hand while the other pushes the lace between her legs to the side. I dip two fingers inside her. Jesus. She's ready too. I slide my fingers all the way in, and we both moan loudly. She's wet . . . and hot. She molds snugly around my fingers, and my eyes close, knowing just how incredible she'll feel around my cock. I pump my fingers in and out, and she starts riding my hand. She's whimpering . . . moaning . . . gasping my name.
Music to my frigging ears.
I can't take it anymore. I grab the condom and rip the packet open with my teeth. Kate rises up as I start to roll it on. Then she pushes my hands away. And she rolls it on for me.
Sweet f*cking Christ Almighty.