What Happens in the Booth Excerpts
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Chewing her bottom lip, she silently debated which levers to pull. She flipped three automatically, casting her vote.
The clatter of the metal rings sounded behind her from the quick opening and then yanking shut of the curtain, startling Stephanie from her task. She turned at the sound, to find Jim Collins standing behind her. His large body filled the small booth with heat. The male scent of him wafted across the space, tickling her nostrils and tightening her nipples.
“This booth is occupied,” she whispered in a breathy voice she hadn’t possessed three seconds ago.
He stared down at her. Those deep whiskey eyes darkened, piercing her to the spot. Their gaze affected her the same way the drink did. She swayed on her tall heels and heat bloomed through her entire body.
His jaw clenched tight and his breath sped up, as if he sensed the effect he had on her body. “Have you placed your vote yet?” His voice was deep and husky, calling to a secret place inside her. Her pussy dampened at the
sound. He traced his index finger down her cheek and across her jaw, creating a line of fire beneath his touch.
She shook her head.
“Good. I still have to time to win your vote.” He smiled. The foreign urge to drop to her knees before him and obey his every demand bellowed inside her. Any semblance of the power she’d thought she possessed vanished
beneath his gaze.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around roughly to face the voting machine. The names and levers pointed out at her, but her eyes were too blurry to see them. Her mind too foggy to understand them. His spicy aftershave
filled her nose, blocking out the sugar cookie and cleaning supply scents of the room. She took a deep breath, absorbing that deep male musk that was solely him.
He pushed the hair from her nape, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. She sighed, his nose tracing delicate patterns across the sensitive skin. Damn that felt good. He pressed his lips to her throat, placing a soft kiss on her neck and setting her every nerve dancing.
“What can I do to convince you I’m your candidate?”
The clatter of the metal rings sounded behind her from the quick opening and then yanking shut of the curtain, startling Stephanie from her task. She turned at the sound, to find Jim Collins standing behind her. His large body filled the small booth with heat. The male scent of him wafted across the space, tickling her nostrils and tightening her nipples.
“This booth is occupied,” she whispered in a breathy voice she hadn’t possessed three seconds ago.
He stared down at her. Those deep whiskey eyes darkened, piercing her to the spot. Their gaze affected her the same way the drink did. She swayed on her tall heels and heat bloomed through her entire body.
His jaw clenched tight and his breath sped up, as if he sensed the effect he had on her body. “Have you placed your vote yet?” His voice was deep and husky, calling to a secret place inside her. Her pussy dampened at the
sound. He traced his index finger down her cheek and across her jaw, creating a line of fire beneath his touch.
She shook her head.
“Good. I still have to time to win your vote.” He smiled. The foreign urge to drop to her knees before him and obey his every demand bellowed inside her. Any semblance of the power she’d thought she possessed vanished
beneath his gaze.
He grabbed her hips and spun her around roughly to face the voting machine. The names and levers pointed out at her, but her eyes were too blurry to see them. Her mind too foggy to understand them. His spicy aftershave
filled her nose, blocking out the sugar cookie and cleaning supply scents of the room. She took a deep breath, absorbing that deep male musk that was solely him.
He pushed the hair from her nape, and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. She sighed, his nose tracing delicate patterns across the sensitive skin. Damn that felt good. He pressed his lips to her throat, placing a soft kiss on her neck and setting her every nerve dancing.
“What can I do to convince you I’m your candidate?”
