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CRAVE BY SHANORA WILLIAMS
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BLURB:
Every Sunday morning it’s just us in a fancy hotel suite.
We fight, argue, and make up like teenagers do.
We touch, we suck, but we don’t kiss.
No, we never kiss.
His lips have been all over my body - everywhere but on top of mine.
I wasn’t supposed to need his touch.
To beg for a kiss...just one little kiss.
But our little arrangement has swallowed me whole.
I only crave one thing, but I know he’ll never give it to me.
Because the only way he’ll ever kiss a woman on the lips is if he loves her.
And my playboy boss--a man who is promised to another woman--will never love me.
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EXCERPT:
Excited
for the night to begin, I finished organizing the folders for Mr.
Clement and then I checked my cell for the time. It was nearing 6:00
p.m. My date was at 8:00 p.m.
Before
I could take the folders to the filing cabinet, Jude's office door
swung open and he stepped out with his fingertips buried in his front
pockets.
"Come
into my office before you go, Miss Taylor," he said, turning his back
before I could even respond or tell him I was in a hurry and had
somewhere to be.
With
a heavy sigh, I put the folders down and walked into his office. He was
standing in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window now, where a view
of the ocean wasn't too far off.
"You've been smiling at your phone all week," he said, glancing over his shoulder.
"Yeah...so?" I frowned a little.
"Who have you been talking to?"
"A friend?"
"What friend?"
"A
guy," I said, realizing this was my chance to rub it in his face. He
had Michaela and I had a date. There was no rule saying I couldn't date
in between my Sunday fucks. Plus, I wanted him to realize he wasn’t the
only guy I talked to.
"A guy," he repeated, and he turned fully to look at me. He looked me over, scanning me with icy eyes.
“Yes, Jude, a guy. It’s a date. Though you never arrange them with me, I’m sure you’ve heard of those.”
He
chuckled lowly, like he was truly amused by this. "This...guy..." He
pointed a finger at me, stepping closer. "Does he know you’re getting fucked by your boss every Sunday?"
My heart stumbled over the next beat, surprised by his sentence that was so lax, but still packed one hell of a punch.
"No, of course not," I answered quickly, as not to seem too dumbfounded.
"Of
course he doesn't," Jude mumbled, coming closer. The gap between us was
closing and my breath became sticky in my lungs. When Jude was right in
front of me, I noticed how serious his eyes were. How he seemed
slightly agitated with me but was trying to keep his cool all at once.
"Does he know that when I eat your pussy, I sometimes slide a finger in your ass and it makes you come in a matter of seconds?"
"Jude," I warned as his chest bumped against mine.
"Does he?" he asked with soft demand.
"No. I just met him, Mr. Clement," I whispered, taking a small step back.
Jude
tilted his head to look me over again. Then he bumped against me until
my back was against the wall and his hand was on my shoulder.
"Don’t
‘Mr. Clement’ me. I'm tired of this fucking game. Get on your knees,"
he growled, and I slowly sank into a squat, leaning forward and letting
my knees hit the marble. While I did, Jude unbuckled his belt and then
undid his pants.
I looked down, swallowing. He was hard. So hard. He pulled his thick, beautiful c*ck out and I looked up, meeting blue eyes.
"Open
your mouth," he commanded, and as badly as I wanted to tell him no, I
couldn't. I wanted to taste him. I'd wanted him all week long. Plus,
when it came down to this—to having any kind of sex with him—I always
obeyed. I submitted. God, I loved to submit and he most definitely loved
to control.
I
dropped my chin and before I could get comfortable, Jude shoved himself
into my mouth, groaning ravenously when the head of his c*ck hit the
back of my throat. I couldn't help but gag around him as he planted his
pal
ms on the wall inches above his head, and started a hard, quick thrust into my mouth.
"You can go on your little date, Jenna," Jude groaned. "But just remember that your p*ssy—this mouth—is mine. All mine."
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| Shanora Williams |
Shanora
Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves
writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer
that love outweighs all, but doesn't have a problem making her
characters fight for their happily ever after.
She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of
two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive man, and is a
sister to eleven.
When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge
reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate
chip cookies.
Shanora Williams has been
writing some super hot stories filled with a lovely boss/secretary relationship
and the drama of also being attracted to each other. The men in her Nora Heat
stories are mega alphas, Jude was hot as sin! I do wish Crave had a bit more
personal development, but as a novella, it was pretty much what I expected
going in. For a novella, though, I was super impressed with how in-depth the
plot and storyline was.
Crave was a super quick,
light and sweet story! It was incredibly hot and it was over within a couple
hours. Really, though, can you go wrong with some delicious smut that made your
legs clench a bit! I’m always surprised with how much Williams can pack into
her short little novellas. Keep at it woman!
I received an
ARC of this book with the hope that I will leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not
required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just
that... my opinions.
