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What White Boyz Want

What White Boyz Want
Publisher: Parker Publishing
Genre(s): Multi-cultural

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excerpt

“You’re snappy. I think the heat is getting to you.”

“It’s not the heat,” he grumbled, reaching for his hat.

“Then what is it?” Georgia waylaid him, yanking his hat from the haystack before he had time to pick it up. She slipped it on her head, as smooth as could be, and then pushed the bridge up in a mocking familiar away. She set the bottle down and tucked her thumbs in the belt loop of her form fitting jeans. “What’s gotten you all a-twitter, partner?”

His lip twitched at her twangy accent. It was horrific, but cute. “Gimme back my hat, woman. Don’t you know that’s a hanging offensive around these parts?”

“Threatening a black woman with a hanging won’t get you very far, partner.”

Sterling reached out and pushed the brim of the hat down until it covered her eyes. “You’re a wordy little thing.”

Georgia pushed the hat back up and placed her hands on her hips. “Did you just call me little?”

“Yes.”

She dropped her hands and grinned, all trace of irritation swept away on a dry breeze. “Thanks.”

Sterling mockingly shook his head. “You need a keeper.”

“Applying for the job?” She raised a brow and tilted her head a bit to the side as if she was sizing him up.

“Would I get it?” he volleyed back.

“Would you want it?”

“Answer my question, and I’ll answer yours.”

“Don’t you know, cowboy, you can get anything you want from me.” The double entendre was impossible to ignore, as was the way his cock was now standing at attention.

He had sworn to himself he was going to try to erect a wall to keep her out of his mind and heart, but the only thing erect when she was around was him. “You keep teasing me, Georgia, and one day I might take you up on your challenge.”

“What makes you think I’m teasing?” The flirty smile that had graced her lips was completely gone.

He spoke without thinking, tired of her little game. “Because that’s what you are, a tease. A hot, sexy, little tease, who, as usual, is heading the right way for a smacked behind.”

“A tease, by definition alone, is someone who will arouse hope or desire with no intention of seeing it through.”

“And your point is?”

“I’m not teasing.” Her soft-spoken words spilled across his skin like a lover’s caress.

“You’re bored, aren’t you, Trouble? Looking for a way to pass the time.”

“You’re not even close, Cowboy.”

Unable to resist her siren-like call to him any longer, Sterling closed the distance between them, and drew her into his embrace. His hat fell off her head and onto the ground, yet he didn’t release her. He had more important things to think about.

If Georgia wanted to push, Sterling would push back. He wasn’t the type of man to be toyed with, and it was better she learned it now, while he still had the strength to let her get away. “Is this close enough, Georgia?”

“Sterling...”

He was done talking.

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