Hot Summer Nights (MF)

Romance on the Go ® 232

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 11,900
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Every good girl desires a chance to be a little naughty, and workaholic Brooklyn O’Reilly is no exception. After booking a much needed week-end getaway to a remote island, she meets island photographer, Channing Hastings.

Channing is intelligent, sexy, and the perfect man to help her indulge in her wildest dreams. The only problem is when the weekend of sun, surf, and sex is up, Brooklyn finds herself questioning if one weekend with Channing will ever be enough.

This is a previously published work. It has been revised and edited for Evernight Publishing.

Hot Summer Nights (MF)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Hot Summer Nights (MF)

Romance on the Go ® 232

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 11,900
1 Ratings (3.0)
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“I didn’t realize the Island offered photography. What exactly do you take pictures of?”

He smiled. “Sex.”

Brooklyn squeezed her legs together, feeling a flood of moisture in her panties. Damn.

“Really?”

He chuckled and started for the hallway. “Couples come here for fantasies, right? Some like to take home the memories. That’s where I come in.”

It’s the heat. It has to be. Brooklyn licked her lips and met Channing’s eyes when she turned the corner into the bedroom. Smoky gray irises stared back at her, clearly aroused by the little movement her tongue made along her lips. To prove she wasn’t crazy, Brooklyn did it again and watched Channing swallow hard.

At least, I’m not the only one.

“I specialize in erotic art.” He grabbed his camera off the nightstand and pointed to the picture hanging over the bed. “That’s one of the thousands of pictures I’ve taken while on my three-month contract here.”

“So you don’t actually capture couples having sex. It’s more of a tease?” Brooklyn shifted slightly, reminding herself to keep breathing.

He grinned and checked the film. “Sometimes I do. It depends on the client. At Exotica Island, we cater to their wants and needs.”

For the millionth time in the last hour, Brooklyn’s mind landed straight in the gutter. “Every want or need?”

“All you have to do is ask.” He propped the camera on his hip. “What is it you need?”

Embolden, Brooklyn replied, “You.”

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