Stripped Bare
Book 3 in the Jokers Wild series
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary

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The door swinging open wildly sent the buzzer in to an epileptic seizure. Glancing up, she watched in surprise as Brody strolled into the store. In form fitting blue jeans and a gray short sleeve shirt, he appeared as if she conjured him out of her fantasy. Every time she watched him move, she heard hot jazz music playing in the back of her head. As if she was mentally playing a song for him to strip to. The thought of him naked and shaking his moneymaker, caused her to blush from the sheer vision of him.

“I would say a penny for your thought, but the way you’re blushing, I’d be willing to pay a hell of a lot more,” he teased, strolling up to her. His stormy blue gray eyes twinkled in merriment.

Blushing brighter, Missy cringed at his knowing laugh, and wished the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. The scent of his cologne drifted up to her and dosed her senses with a direct hit of pheromone. The aroma was rich and spicy and with a hint of his own unique scent soared around her, forcing Missy to grip the feather duster to prevent herself, from attacking him, and dragging him to the floor.

“You know stalking is illegal in the state of California.” she quipped, once she was able to gather her ability to think.

Grinning, Brody replied. “Well if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad,”

“Comparing me to a mountain, won’t get you far Muhammad.”

“Sounds to me like someone is trying to call herself fat in around about way.”

“No I wasn’t,” she denied. “But if I wanted to I would.”

“I wouldn’t advise it if I were you.” Brody threatened softly. His commanding tone caught her off guard, as did her urge to obey him. Something about his presence stilled her automatic response sensors.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, walking around the counter. Missy wanted to put as much distance between them as she could.

“I came to see you,” he answered, leaning against the counter. “We have some unfinished business, you and I.”

“Look, this afternoon I wasn’t myself.”

“So who was it that squeezed my fingers like a visegrip in my office this afternoon?”

Missy’s eyes widened, mortified. She flushed, feeling the heat spread up from her breasts to her cheeks. Looking over his shoulder, Missy glanced around to see if any of the few customers who were near by could have heard him.

Leaning forward, she whispered hotly. “Don’t talk about that here.”

“I can’t talk about sex in a sex shop?”

“We didn’t have sex and no, you can’t. This is my place of employment.”

“My purpose isn’t to embarrass you Missy,” he chided softly. “But to try to get to know you better.”

“Know me better,” she question in shocked. “You don’t know me at all.”

“Oh I beg to differ, little one. I know enough.”

“Because I took your class?”

“No, because I tasted you.” Running his hands over the counter, he brushed the tips of his fingers against the soft flesh of her arm. “I want more than a taste now, I want the whole damn meal.”