STRIPPED BARE
By Emma Hart
Release Day June 21
Cocky. Commanding. Powerful. Relentless.
Those four words all summed up West Rykman perfectly.
So did filthy, dirty, sexy, and addictive.
He was supposed to be my one night stand...not my new marketing client.
He was definitely not supposed to be back inside my pants, not that anybody told him that.
I knew one thing: What West Rykman wanted, West Rykman got.
And he wanted me.
What happens in Vegas... might just make you stay.
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EXCERPT 1
“You should have come and got me when that prick made you uncomfortable.”
I turned to face him. “Are you seriously telling me off?”
We paused as the traffic stopped, and he cut his gaze to me. “I couldn’t see you. I told you it wasn’t safe for you to go alone.”
I rolled my eyes. “He was only there for two minutes. I would have stabbed him with my stiletto before he could do anything.”
“And I believe you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he made you uncomfortable.”
We turned a corner.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you just because you’re determined to do market research.”
“Nothing happened to me.”
“Mia, it doesn’t change the fact that it couldn’t. He only left because I showed up. I watched the entire fucking thing.”
“And you only came in at the end? Gee, thanks, West. Knight in fucking shining armor right there, aren’t you?” I ran my fingers through my hair and looked away. The light curls were still in place, although they were more of a lazy wave, and I stared at my reflection in the side mirror. “We should probably not do this again.”
“On the contrary, I was having fun until the end. I don’t have fun much.”
“Looking out for me was fun? Yeah, okay.”
“I told you,” he said, pulling up outside my apartment block, which was really more of a converted three-story house. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I’d feel bad.”
“Well, thanks. I’m gonna look over these notes in the morning and I’ll e-mail you. Okay?” I paused with my hand on the door and glanced back at him.
He was out of the fucking car.
Why was he out of the fucking car?
“Why are you out of the car?”
He smirked. Damn that smirk. “I’m taking you up.”
“Like hell you are.” I slammed the door and walked around the sleek Audi to stand right in front of him. I looked up at him and caught his gaze. “I can make it in and out of an elevator.”
“I’m sure you can. But I’m still taking you up.”
“No. You’re not!”
“All right, then.” He grabbed my waist and lifted me.
A shriek escaped between my lips as he swung me upward and over his shoulder. I scrambled to keep hold of my purse, but he ignored me as he carried me inside and pushed the elevator button.
“West! Put me down right now!”
He ignored me again and tightened his grip around my thighs when I tried to wriggle down. His strength was crazy. I was stuck there.
“Put me down! Now!”
He shook his head, this time acknowledging my words. But that was it. A fucking head shake.
“This is hardly professional!” I yelled, my voice echoing off walls of the metal box that was the elevator. I couldn’t believe he’d slung me over his shoulder like some kind of caveman.
Yo, Wilma, Betty? Fred and Barney escaped. I found one of them.
“West Rykman, I swear to a god I don’t believe in that, if you don’t put me down right this goddamn second, I’m going to tear your balls off with my bare hands and shove them up your ass!”
The elevators doors op
ened, and he took the few steps toward my door before finally, slowly, lowering me back down to the ground.
“Ugh!” As soon as my feet hit the floor, I stepped back and glared at him. “How dare you manhandle me?”
He fixed his bright, Caribbean-blue eyes on mine and curved his lips. “I told you I was taking you upstairs. I didn’t tell you I was walking you up.”
“You’re an animal.”
“You weren’t coming up alone. I was raised a gentleman.”
That made me stop rummaging for my keys and raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “You take off your clothes for a living, and the first time we met, you flexed your cock against my face.”
He grabbed my waist for a second time tonight and spun me against my door. I dropped my purse in my shock, but I couldn’t reach for it because he’d cupped my chin and forced me to look at him.
“And the second time we met,” he said in a low voice, “you flexed my cock against the back of your throat. What point are you trying to make, angel?”
“That you’re no more a gentleman than I am a lady,” I shot back. “Now, let me go so I can go inside and consider how we continue this professional relationship.”
West searched my eyes for a long moment before dropping his hand. He took half a step back, and I went to reach for my purse, but he changed his mind.
He smoothly spun back to me, and no sooner had I met the flash of his blue eyes than he had his mouth on mine. I let out a quiet moan when he swept his tongue across the seam of my lips and wrapped one arm around my waist. He pulled our bodies together, my shoulders pressing into the door, and kissed me deeply.
My head swam. I couldn’t make head or tails of this, and although it was wrong, so wrong, I couldn’t stop.
The kiss was hot—oh god, so hot—and my whole body felt like it was on fire as I wound my fingers in the collar of his shirt and held him closer to me. His fingers twitched against my back as one of his hands slid down and cupped my ass. He squeezed, pulling my hips to his. His erection was obvious, pushing into me, and I whimpered into his mouth.
God, I wanted him.
He pulled away from me as abruptly as he’d kissed me, but he didn’t move. His mouth eased its way across my jaw to my ear, and his hot breath skittered across my skin when he paused there.
“I might call you angel, but I have a feeling you’re going to be my own personal sin, Mia O’Halloran.”
He kissed the tender spot just beneath my ear, making me shiver, and released me. I struggled to control my breathing as I watched him walk away toward the stairwell. He paused at the top, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip.
He turned.
Dropped his gaze to my mouth.
Met my eyes.
Disappeared.
I sank back against my door. I could still feel his touch. His taste lingered on my lips, and although it wasn’t anything incredibly specific, he was there, teasing me without being near me. I brushed hair from my face, picked my purse up, and dug for my key. I found it and let myself into the dark apartment.
I locked the door behind me and walked to my bed. I’d barely undressed and retrieved my phone with its alarm before I buried myself beneath the sheets.
Shit.
EXCERPT 2
“Hi,” I said into the phone. “What’s up?”
“Me,” he rumbled back. “I’m pretty sure I’ve been hard all fucking day.
I swallowed. Was this phone sex? I’d never done phone sex before.
“West?”
“Yeah?”
“Are we going to have phone sex?”
He paused. “Do you want to have phone sex?”
“Are you hard?”
“I’m always hard when I think about you.”
I felt like I needed to preen a little. “I’ve never had phone sex before.”
“What kind of assholes have you been dating?”
“You really don’t want to go there. We’ll be here all night. I mean, seriously. I bore myself at this point.”
“You’re rambling. Are you drunk?”
“I wish,” I mumbled. I needed to be drunk to phone-sex, didn’t I?
Yes, I decided, blankly staring at my TV. I did. And not just any kind of drunk. I needed to be absolutely hammered.
“You didn’t answer the question, Mia,” he said softly.
Oh. Right. Did I want to. Well, I had looked at that picture several times...
“Yes. I want to.” I was officially crazy. I’d lost my mind. No doubt about it.
“Where are you right now?”
Through the phone, I heard a door shut.
“Are you in bed?” he asked.
“No.”
“Get into bed. Take your clothes off first.”
His tone was commanding and strong, and before I could think it through, I was in my room, my phone was on the bed, and I was stripping down to my underwear.
I picked the phone up and climbed in bed. “I’m in bed.”
“Good.” His voice was a little gruff. “What are you wearing?”
I bit down on my lower lip and glanced at the scarlet-red underwear set I had on. “Hold on.” I brought up the camera on my phone, kicked the sheets to the side, and took a photo of myself using the front camera. It was good enough, so I texted it to him. “Check your messages.”
He was silent for a good few seconds. Then there was, “Jesus, Mia. Fucking hell.”
“Do you...like it?”
“Like it? You look sexy as fuck. If I were with you right now, I’d rip those fucking panties off you.”
“And do what?” Look at me go.
He laughed slightly. “Kiss you,” he answered roughly, all traces of laughter from his voice gone. “I’d run my hands up your body as you wrap your legs around my waist.”
I swallowed, my clit aching as the low tone of his voice mixed with his words turned me on.
“I’d kiss down your neck and unclasp your bra so I could touch your gorgeous tits.”
My hand hovered as I contemplated doing it—and then I did it. One quick fiddle with the clasp between them and my bra cups fell to my side. My nipples were hard, and I cupped my right breast, my thumb ghosting over my nipple.
“I’d take them in my mouth. Roll my tongue over your hard nipples until you moan beneath me and beg me for more.”
My eyes closed.
“And then I’d kiss my way down your stomach to those tiny, red panties.”
My hand took on a life of its own as it followed his words. My fingertips trailed down the center of my stomach until they brushed the waistband of the red lace thong.
“Then what?” I asked.
“Then I’d peel them down your legs and, once they were off, open your legs so I could see your wet little pussy.” He exhaled. “Are you naked?”
“Yes,” I replied softly.
“I want to see you.”
“Will you send one back?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I whispered. Then I awkwardly took a picture.
Luckily it wasn’t blurred, and no sooner had I sent it to him than one came right back. No face, just like mine, and my eyes skipped right over the hot body to where he looked like he had a tight grip on his cock.
I struggled to right my breathing. I was even more turned on now, seeing that he was too.
“Fuck, Mia. I’m so hard for you.”
I swallowed. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. But, if you send me another picture like that, I won’t need to.” He paused. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Not yet.”
“Touch yourself. Now. Open your legs and slide your fingers over your clit.” The demanding tone was back, and I loved the thrill that danced down my spine on a shiver. “Rub it and put a finger inside your pussy. I want to know how you feel when you fuck your own tight pussy.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I did what he’d said. I slid my hand down between my legs, ghosted a fingertip over my clit, and bit down on my lower lip as I pushed my middle finger inside myself.
“Move it,” he ordered me, his voice gruff. “Rub your thumb against your clit. Fuck your own hand, Mia, and imagine it’s mine. Imagine I’m there watching you finger yourself and get off.”
What happens in Vegas... might make you want to stay in Vegas.
Mia is a driven woman and knows what she wants. She just does not seem to have any luck in the dating area. Her virginal best friend is getting married and Mia is bringing her to a Vegas strip club and orders her a private lap dance. In retribution her best friend get her a private lap dance.
All bets are off as Mia is so completely turned on by her private show that she offers him to come home with her... and he accepts.
West gives her the best night of her life and she was content to leave it at that. A few weeks later she finds herself back in Vegas working on Marketing for a strip club... the same strip club. And guess who the owner is?
West and Mia sizzle on and off the strip. The push and pull, sass and witty comebacks keeps you smirking and in lust. And the way it is written will keep you enthralled and turning the pages faster and faster.
So what happens when Mia is done with her job on rebranding the strip club? One click to find out.
Stripped Bare was an extremely erotic romance with a sexy alpha male but it also had a great story line. I would give this book a 4.5 stars. This is a standalone novel but it does lead into a companion novel called Stripped Down and I can't wait to see what unfolds in that story! Every book I read by Emma Hart gets better and better, her style of writing erotic sexy scenes is off the charts hot! But she also tells a great story which balances out her stories perfectly. I would highly recommend this book to others and really any book by Emma Hart because you won't ever be disappointed.
I swallowed. Was this phone sex? I’d never done phone sex before.
“West?”
“Yeah?”
“Are we going to have phone sex?”
He paused. “Do you want to have phone sex?”
“Are you hard?”
“I’m always hard when I think about you.”
I felt like I needed to preen a little. “I’ve never had phone sex before.”
“What kind of assholes have you been dating?”
“You really don’t want to go there. We’ll be here all night. I mean, seriously. I bore myself at this point.”
“You’re rambling. Are you drunk?”
“I wish,” I mumbled. I needed to be drunk to phone-sex, didn’t I?
Yes, I decided, blankly staring at my TV. I did. And not just any kind of drunk. I needed to be absolutely hammered.
“You didn’t answer the question, Mia,” he said softly.
Oh. Right. Did I want to. Well, I had looked at that picture several times...
“Yes. I want to.” I was officially crazy. I’d lost my mind. No doubt about it.
“Where are you right now?”
Through the phone, I heard a door shut.
“Are you in bed?” he asked.
“No.”
“Get into bed. Take your clothes off first.”
His tone was commanding and strong, and before I could think it through, I was in my room, my phone was on the bed, and I was stripping down to my underwear.
I picked the phone up and climbed in bed. “I’m in bed.”
“Good.” His voice was a little gruff. “What are you wearing?”
I bit down on my lower lip and glanced at the scarlet-red underwear set I had on. “Hold on.” I brought up the camera on my phone, kicked the sheets to the side, and took a photo of myself using the front camera. It was good enough, so I texted it to him. “Check your messages.”
He was silent for a good few seconds. Then there was, “Jesus, Mia. Fucking hell.”
“Do you...like it?”
“Like it? You look sexy as fuck. If I were with you right now, I’d rip those fucking panties off you.”
“And do what?” Look at me go.
He laughed slightly. “Kiss you,” he answered roughly, all traces of laughter from his voice gone. “I’d run my hands up your body as you wrap your legs around my waist.”
I swallowed, my clit aching as the low tone of his voice mixed with his words turned me on.
“I’d kiss down your neck and unclasp your bra so I could touch your gorgeous tits.”
My hand hovered as I contemplated doing it—and then I did it. One quick fiddle with the clasp between them and my bra cups fell to my side. My nipples were hard, and I cupped my right breast, my thumb ghosting over my nipple.
“I’d take them in my mouth. Roll my tongue over your hard nipples until you moan beneath me and beg me for more.”
My eyes closed.
“And then I’d kiss my way down your stomach to those tiny, red panties.”
My hand took on a life of its own as it followed his words. My fingertips trailed down the center of my stomach until they brushed the waistband of the red lace thong.
“Then what?” I asked.
“Then I’d peel them down your legs and, once they were off, open your legs so I could see your wet little pussy.” He exhaled. “Are you naked?”
“Yes,” I replied softly.
“I want to see you.”
“Will you send one back?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I whispered. Then I awkwardly took a picture.
Luckily it wasn’t blurred, and no sooner had I sent it to him than one came right back. No face, just like mine, and my eyes skipped right over the hot body to where he looked like he had a tight grip on his cock.
I struggled to right my breathing. I was even more turned on now, seeing that he was too.
“Fuck, Mia. I’m so hard for you.”
I swallowed. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. But, if you send me another picture like that, I won’t need to.” He paused. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Not yet.”
“Touch yourself. Now. Open your legs and slide your fingers over your clit.” The demanding tone was back, and I loved the thrill that danced down my spine on a shiver. “Rub it and put a finger inside your pussy. I want to know how you feel when you fuck your own tight pussy.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I did what he’d said. I slid my hand down between my legs, ghosted a fingertip over my clit, and bit down on my lower lip as I pushed my middle finger inside myself.
“Move it,” he ordered me, his voice gruff. “Rub your thumb against your clit. Fuck your own hand, Mia, and imagine it’s mine. Imagine I’m there watching you finger yourself and get off.”
Mia is a driven woman and knows what she wants. She just does not seem to have any luck in the dating area. Her virginal best friend is getting married and Mia is bringing her to a Vegas strip club and orders her a private lap dance. In retribution her best friend get her a private lap dance.
All bets are off as Mia is so completely turned on by her private show that she offers him to come home with her... and he accepts.
West gives her the best night of her life and she was content to leave it at that. A few weeks later she finds herself back in Vegas working on Marketing for a strip club... the same strip club. And guess who the owner is?
West and Mia sizzle on and off the strip. The push and pull, sass and witty comebacks keeps you smirking and in lust. And the way it is written will keep you enthralled and turning the pages faster and faster.
So what happens when Mia is done with her job on rebranding the strip club? One click to find out.
A bacherlorette party, a stripper, and a one-night stand.... yes that is where West and Mia's story begins but what will happen when there worlds collide again??? Can they mix business with pleasure and make something real? Or will it just be and extended one-night stand???
Get to one clicking to find out what happens in this hot steamy read! Can't wait for the next book and see what craziness happens with Beckett!
Thanks for another great story and look forward to much more in the future!
By day, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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