Excerpt from Skin Deep by Jasmine Haynes

Thank you so much, Nikki, for having me this entire month of April! It’s been great! I want to let your readers know about my Goodreads Giveaway for Revenge Sex, West Coast, Book 1. Here’s the URL: http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/24829-revenge-sex. It runs through May 10. So I hope everyone pops over to enter the contest because there are great odds for winning! I’m also giving away a copy of Revenge Sex on Nikki’s blog, so please leave a comment and your email address so we can contact you if you win. We’ll be choosing the winner as soon as the month of April is up!
We’ve got time for one last excerpt, and I’m going to give readers a preview of Skin Deep, the second Prescott Twins book. You met Kirby, Kristin Prescott’s ball-busting twin in Double the Pleasure. Now Kirby has her own sensual story to tell in Skin Deep. Here’s a little blurb about it.
Kirby Prescott is a woman in control of her life. She owns a thriving company, has her pick of gorgeous escorts, and no one to tell her what to do. And she has Jack Taylor, a man she’s never met but who knows her more intimately than almost anyone. Only a phone call away, Jack feeds her deepest desires with hot phone sex. Afterward, all she has to do is hang up. No fuss, no mess, no entanglements. Just the way Kirby likes it.
Jack Taylor isn’t staying long distance anymore. He knows what he wants, and he plans on showing Kirby that having him in her life doesn’t mean giving up her independence. Turning a simple business trip into a sensual journey, Jack is determined to win her over, body and soul.
Will taking the long distance out of their relationship ruin the perfect thing they had going?
Excerpt of Skin Deep, Prescott Twins, Book 2
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes
After telling Cindy, her secretary, to hold all her calls, Kirby locked her office door.
Seated once more behind the desk, she snapped her earpiece in place. She liked her hands free when she phoned Jack. Propping her feet on the wood edge, she undid the third and fourth buttons of her blouse.
During the day, while at work, she limited herself to a sedate two open buttons. With the locked door discouraging visitors, she indulged herself.
Let’s see, it was four o’clock back East. Perfect. Jack liked a little pick-me-up to get him through the late afternoon.
She dialed his direct line.
“Jack Taylor’s office.”
Damn. His secretary. That meant he was in a meeting.
“This is Kirby Prescott. Is he in?”
“I’m sorry, he’s got someone with him right now. Would you like his voice mail?”
She left the message, unplugged her earpiece, then prowled her office in bare feet. After a very long five minutes, the phone rang. Jack’s number came up on the digital readout.
She jammed the plug for her earpiece back into its socket. “Jack, that latest shipment of glycolic is crap. It separates. I can’t use the stuff.”
He was silent a moment. “Are you wearing panties?”
She smiled, her muscles relaxing. She flopped back into her chair and tucked her feet beneath her. “No.”
He groaned, barely more than a rush of air across the phone line. “All right. Send the whole lot back UPS Red. I’ll get a replacement shipment out tomorrow morning. Too late to do it today.”
“You’re a doll, Jack.” He was way more than that. He was an animal.
“Are you wearing a bra?”
“Was it the new formula that got screwed up?” he asked. Even when he was all business, his delicious voice could almost make her come.
“No, this was the old stuff. I haven’t even received a sample of the new.”
“All right, I’ll look into what happened. You should have had it on Tuesday.”
“Thanks, Jack.”
“Take off your bra.”
“Don’t you want my new order first?”
“After you describe your nipples to me. Are they hard?”
Squeezing her legs together to intensify the pleasant throb between them, she massaged the stiff peaks through her silk blouse. “Very.”
“God. I want to touch them. Your blouse, your bra, I want them off now.”
“You are so demanding.”
“Yeah. And you love it. Now take them off.”
He was right; she did love it. His command made her stomach flutter. Normally, Kirby didn’t take orders, she issued them. Jack Taylor was her secret indulgence and submission to him her secret vice. It wasn’t like this was real life, after all. It was fantasy.
She unbuttoned her blouse and scraped the bra across her nipples, moaning loudly for his benefit.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said.
“The lace of my bra is scratchy. It makes my breasts tingle.”
“I thought I told you to take it off.”
“I’m working on it.” She unsnapped the front clasp, the lace slithering across her nipples as the cups popped free. “Oh, Jack, will you look at that? My nipples just got all hard.” She circled one with a finger. “Do you wish you could touch them?”
“God, you’re a tease.”
“I aim to please.”
“You please me, all right. Now pinch those tight nipples for me.”
She did, electric shock streaking down between her legs. “That feels so nice.”
“Imagine that I’ve got your nipple in my mouth. I’m thinking you taste like honey.”
“Bite it.”
“Sure, baby.”
She pinched harder, pretending it was him, then clamped her legs together at the burst of heat.
“Jesus, I want to fuck you right now. I want my hand in your pussy. Do it for me.”
“Do what?” She liked specifics, liked hearing them said in a deep growl that indicated he was turned on.
“Spread your legs and put two fingers in your pussy.”
Twisting to prop her feet on the desk, she slid her skirt up her thighs and parted her folds with her fingers.
“Jack, you make me so wet. Feel how wet I am.” Her fingers slid in her juices.
“Touch your clit. Massage it. Pretend it’s my tongue. You do want my tongue on you, don’t you?”
“Oh God, yes, Jack.” She closed her eyes and let her head rest on the back of her chair. “I want you to suck my clit until I scream.”
She withdrew her fingers and rubbed the wet tips across the aching points of her breasts. “Have you got your cock out?”
“In my hand, baby. And it’s hard as a rock.”
This was so freaking kinky, and she loved it. Sex in the afternoon, in her office, over the phone with a man she’d never met. It couldn’t get any better.
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About Author Nikki

Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate. Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

10 Responses to Excerpt from Skin Deep by Jasmine Haynes

  1. Daryl Devore says:

    Great excerpt. I never worked in an office – i see I missed some fun times.

  2. LOL, Daryl! There were definitely some goings-on in the office. But I was only a witness, swear it!

    Don’t forget to add your email address to be entered in the contest!

    And thanks so much for posting another excerpt for me, Nikki!

  3. Hot excerpt!!! Thanks for sharing!

  4. Brenda says:

    Hot, hot, HOT!!!

  5. Very sexy excerpt! Great post, ladies!

  6. flchen1 says:

    Wowza, Jasmine! I’ve never enjoyed office shenanigans like these 😉

    f dot chen at comcast dot net

  7. I’m so glad you all enjoyed the excerpt! Thank you!

    And I’m off to choose the winner of Revenge Sex! Good luck to everyone who stopped by this month, thank you!

  8. I’m back! Thanks to everyone for stopping by the excerpts and my interview. And a special thanks to Nikki for hosting me this month. It’s been great.

    And now, drum roll, please. The winner of Revenge Sex is La-La! Congratulations, La-La, I’ll be sending you an email so we can arrange delivery of your pdf copy of Revenge Sex!

  9. Thanks so much for everyone stopping by this whole month for Jasmine. Jasmine I appreciate you stopping by and giving the PDF of Revenge Sex. Congrats La-La!

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