A Middle Class Existence

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-715-5

Page :165

Word Count :41250

Publication Date :2010-08-18

Series : #

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Available Formats : A Middle Class Existence (pdf) , A Middle Class Existence (prc) , A Middle Class Existence (epub) , A Middle Class Existence (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-715-5

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Riki embarks on a plan of vengeance against her husband's ex-boss and revels in the power she gains over men through casual love.

When Riki's "perfect world" is threatened she embarks on a plan of vengeance to take back what is hers from her husband's ex-boss, Morgan Fahr. She soon discovers that she revels in the feelings of power she has over men like Fahr, through casual sex, and seeks it out with a shady lawyer as well. But as her simple blackmail plot spirals out of control, Riki begins to realize the only way out… could lead to murder.

"What is a nice girl like you doing in a racket like this?" He sat beside me as I straightened up and tucked the wad into my back jeans pocket.

"Making a living like everyone else, I guess." I crossed my legs to remove a spike-heeled sandal. "Everybody got to eat. Everybody got to breathe. Everybody got to fuck now and then, too."

A dark cloud traversed his features, but the storm quickly passed. He leaned back on the bed and folded his arms beneath his head, watching me unzip my pants with unadulterated lust.

"You shouldn't use such crude terms. You're much too young and pretty to be talking like a sailor. You remind me of somebody… somebody I met once. Now, who could it be?" I shimmied out of my jeans, carefully folded them, and placed them by my jacket. Could he have remembered me from a company picnic? Or maybe those few times I actually came by the factory in the middle of the day to talk to Daniel about the kids? Did I have enough guts to bluff my way out of this situation if he did place my face and name together?

I turned around, facing him, and took a deep breath, filling out my black, lacy B-cup as much as possible as I peeled off my top. "Your Sunday school teacher perhaps?"

His gaze dropped below my chin. It worked. I wouldn't have to worry about him studying my face too much. The man was going to explode if he didn't get off soon.

He chuckled. "More like the little red-headed girl I snuck out of Sunday School with to make-out behind her father's barn. Come on over here."