The Perfect Pitch (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,138
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[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]

Katherine Snow’s Very Bad Day begins in a stalled elevator and ends with a tragic wardrobe malfunction. Both rescues require aid from her rival-turned-business-partner Alan Hart. After an accident ended his professional baseball career, the Golden Boy returned home and convinced Kay to join him in a sports advertising firm. His contribution is charm and open doors while the key to her success has always been solid, steady, mostly unsexy, but totally reliable performance. Now she wants more.

When Alan lands them the opportunity of a lifetime to pitch a marketing plan for a major league account, they have to work together. After a successful pitch and a close encounter with an old flame, they head home to Austin, but the storm of a lifetime strands them in very close quarters.

When it comes to love, Kay’s sure he’s only playing for fun, but Alan’s planning to win it all.

A Siren Erotic Romance

The Perfect Pitch (MF)
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The Perfect Pitch (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,138
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After an eternal and sleepless night spent alternately tossing in her bed and burying her head under her pillow, Kay entered her office to find a bouquet of brightly colored daisies as well as a bagel and cup of coffee from her favorite coffee shop. She’d been surprised to survive the night and had no idea how she would manage to keep from spontaneously combusting when she ran into Alan today. Kay refused to take her chances with the faulty elevator again. She’d climbed the stairs to the third floor at the ungodly hour of six o’clock in the hopes of getting some work done. And she’d also like to put off running into Alan for as long as possible.

When she saw the display, she knew her hope was doomed. He always managed to beat her into the office. She’d hoped he’d had a long, restless night and would decide to sleep in. Apparently, he’d done what she’d done and come in to work. As she set her purse down on the desk, she smiled at the daisies.

“Is that a smile? So I was right.” Alan lounged against the doorframe. “Again.”

After she pulled back her chair to take a seat, Kay took the lid off her coffee as she asked, “Right about what?”

He watched her inspect her coffee, smiling as she put the lid back on and took a deep drink. “You’re not a red rose kind of girl.”

She did her best to look stern as she ticked off points on her fingers. “First, I’m a woman, not a girl. Second, roses are for romance while daisies are for friendship. That makes these a much better choice.” Kay took a deep breath. “And third, thank you for the bagel, the coffee, and the flowers. You really didn’t need to do that. There’s nothing to apologize for. In fact, I really owe you an apology. I think I took advantage of you.” She shrugged awkwardly. “Or something.”

Alan examined her as he crossed her office to lean down, one hand on each armrest of her chair to pin her in. “First, you don’t owe me an apology. We’re adults and single. What we did last night was a lot of fun, and we don’t owe anybody anything for it. If that’s taking advantage of me, abuse me.”

His eyes were intent on her face as the heat of a blush swept across it. “Second, these flowers have nothing to do with friendship or an apology. They have to do with earning the favor of a beautiful woman, someone who’s not like everyone else. Third, the coffee and bagel are tokens that say, ‘I know you. I know what you like. I want to give it to you.’”

He stopped to meet her eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile. She had a feeling he wasn’t talking about her cream and sugar preferences. The heat from the blush on her face was so intense she thought she might literally catch on fire.

Alan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, tickling her neck and raising chills. “And finally, there’s no one in this world who knows better than I do that you are most definitely not a girl. Thank God.” Kay’s nipples tightened to aching points as she tried to catch her breath. Kay fidgeted in her seat as she felt the weight of his gaze sweeping down her body.

“Back to pants again, I see.” Before leaving the house, she’d armored herself with a wool pantsuit and a shirt that buttoned to her neck. And that’s why she felt so overheated now. Of course it was. She tried to build an intelligent answer but couldn’t come up with one, so she just nodded.

Alan shook his head thoughtfully. “So, how’d you sleep?”

Kay looked away. “Um, fine. And you?”

With a husky laugh, Alan answered, “Oh, Kit-Kat, you walked right into that one.” One hand left the armrest and trailed a warm path up her arm to the buttons of her blouse. He unfastened the top button. “You look a little warm.” Frozen, Kay watched his hand move down her blouse, unfastening the next three buttons slowly but surely before he ran a finger down the side of her neck to the center of her chest, pausing in the valley between her breasts.




He pulled his hands back and sat up to straddle her hips. “Wow. Wow and wow.” He teasingly traced one finger from her collarbone, through the valley between her breasts and down to her belly button before returning to trace light circles around each nipple.

His eyes met hers. “Beautiful.”

He bent his head and licked first one nipple and then the other. As he sucked one, his lips wrapping around the nipple while his tongue teased and tickled, the fingers of his other hand toyed with the other nipple, twisting and teasing. The contrast between the chill of the room and his hot, wet mouth sent streaking fire down to her pussy. Kay watched him lavishing her breasts with attention before throwing her head back on the pillow. She finally gasped out, “I knew you were good with your fingers and you really are.” She tilted her head back. “But I had no idea what you could do with your tongue.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” He started to scoot back as she laughed and tried to grab his shoulders to stop him. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. Don’t stop what you were doing!”

He laughed and ignored her squirming as he settled himself between her thighs. His head rested on her stomach for just a minute before he placed a quick kiss below her navel, and he rubbed his hands firmly up and down the sides of her stomach and hips. “I’ll be right back here. Don’t go anywhere.”

He looked up to meet her eyes again. This time his mouth was poised right above the golden curls at the apex of her thighs.

She smiled down at him. “Come back up here. I want you up here.”

Alan shook his head. “Nope, I need to know how you taste.” Her eyes were locked with his as he lowered his mouth and darted his tongue between the lips of her pussy to tease her clit. Kay stopped breathing, holding her breath while she watched him. He explored, licking slowly around her clit and darting down to stab into her aching opening. When her head fell back against the pillow, he settled in. The fingers of one hand spread her lips to allow his tongue to dance around and lick slowly enough to make her gasp, while fingers on the other hand worked in her aching pussy, thrusting in a slow, deliberate pace that ignored the increasingly urgent thrusts of her pelvis.

Kay cleared her throat and tried to catch her breath. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

He clamped his lips around her clit, sucking while his tongue teased, and within seconds, Kay was tensing her hips and thrusting up to meet his face. He held her tightly until the orgasm was completely finished and she was collapsed on the bed, the large square bed.

Alan rose up over her again, his hands tracing light patterns on her stomach while she caught her breath. When her eyes opened, she smiled.

“Best. Lover. Ever.”

He nodded modestly. “And now, the rest of the show.” He held his cock in one hand and traced it over her stomach lightly, his breath changing, becoming harsher.

She wrapped her hands around his shoulders but stopped him as she asked, “Do we need protection?”

Alan froze, the tension in his arms causing the muscles to stand out. “Fuck.” He slid out of the bed and hobbled over to his suitcase. Opening up his shaving kit, he pulled out a condom and raced back to the bed. As he slid it on, he kissed her on the lips. “Good thinking. We might not be ready for babies yet.”

He settled back between her thighs and thrust in immediately. Both of them sighed at the contact. Kay leaned forward to whisper, “You fill me up.” Her lips worked down the tense column of his neck to nip at his shoulder.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so hot right now.” He pulled back so he could look in her eyes. “I’m not sure this is going to be my best showing. You should probably stay with me.”

Kay nodded. “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to keep up.”

And he slowly slid back in, coming to rest his weight fully on her, his chest pressed to hers, so close that they breathed together.

Alan paused. “You are so beautiful like this.”

She just smiled before running her hands down his back, fingernails lightly scoring a path down to his butt. When they reached their destination, she wrapped her hands around his cheeks. “Thank you for being so sweet when we are like this. You make me feel beautiful, and that’s not easy to do.” With a firm squeeze of both cheeks, she added, “Now move.”

After a quick kiss, he grunted, “Yes, ma’am,” as he pulled back against her grip and started a steady thrust and slow withdrawal, each thrust measured. His pace picked up. “Come on.”

Kay tilted her hips to meet his thrusts and felt the heat and the friction escalate as his pace became more forceful, wilder. A warm flush spread up her neck to her face as the heat between them spread.

His pace became a little wilder, and she reached down to rub her fingers over her clit. He paused to look down, following her arm across her belly down to the curls at the top of her thighs. “Shit. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Don’t lose track now.” She twisted her head anxiously on the pillow, her fingers moving faster and faster on her clit.

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