Graham
and Soraya’s highly anticipated romance is finally here in Stuck-Up Suit by Vi
Keeland & Penelope Ward!
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Blurb
It started out like any other morning on the train.
Until I became mesmerized by the guy sitting across the
aisle.
He was barking at someone on his phone like he ruled the
world.
Who did the stuck-up suit think he was…God?
Actually, he looked like a God. That was about it.
When his stop came, he got up suddenly and left. So suddenly, he dropped his phone on the way
out.
I might have picked it up.
I might have gone through all of his photos and called some
of the numbers.
I might have held onto the mystery man’s phone for
days—until I finally conjured up the courage to return it.
When I traipsed my ass across town to his fancy company, he
refused to see me.
So, I left the phone on the empty desk outside the arrogant
jerk’s office.
I might have also left behind a dirty picture on it first
though.
I didn’t expect him to text back.
I didn’t expect our exchanges to be hot as hell.
I didn’t expect to fall for him—all before we even met.
The two of us couldn’t have been any more different.
Yet, you know what they say about opposites.
When we finally came face to face, we found out opposites
sometimes do more than attract—we consumed each other.
Nothing
could have prepared me for the ride he took me on. And I certainly wasn’t
prepared for where I’d wind up when the ride was over.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our
ending was one I didn't see coming.
Excerpt
Outside of the restaurant, Graham’s
black car was already curbside. He must
have had it waiting and called the driver when I went to the restroom.
“If you’re not going to come home
with me, I insist on at least giving you a ride home to your place.”
“The subway is right around the
corner. I’m good.”
He shot me an annoyed glance. “Give a little, Soraya. It’s a ride home, not a ride on my cock. And I think you know by now that I’m not a
serial killer.”
“You’re so crass.”
He put his hand on the small of my
back and steered me to the waiting open car door. I didn’t put up a fight. Graham was right, I was being stubborn while he had pretty much agreed to anything I
demanded. Something told me it was a
rare occasion when the man was this flexible.
When we arrived at my apartment,
Graham walked me to the door.
“When will I see you again?”
“Well, tomorrow is Saturday, so I
suppose maybe Monday on the train.”
“Have dinner with me again
tomorrow?”
“I have plans.”
His jaw flexed. “With whom?”
We embarked into a lengthy stare
off. His gaze was hard. When neither of us gave for a few minutes, he
grumbled Christ under his breath, and
before I realized what was happening, my back was against the door, and his
mouth was on mine.
He kissed me as if he wanted to eat
me alive. Before releasing my mouth, he
took my lower lip between his teeth and tugged.
Hard. With his lips vibrating up
against mine, he spoke. “Don’t push me
to my limit, Soraya.”
“Why? What will happen?”
“I’ll push back. And I’m trying not to do that with you.”
He was being honest, and I realized
I should appreciate that. “To my
sister’s house. It’s my niece’s birthday
party. That’s where I’m going tomorrow
night.
He nodded. “Thank you.”
It took every bit of my willpower to
go inside and shut the door behind me. I
leaned my back against the door, unable to remember the last time I was so hot
and bothered. Maybe not ever. His mouth was sinful; the thought of what he
could do with that wicked tongue other places
on my body kept me in a state of arousal that bordered on frenzied. But it was more than that. The way he was so dominating and controlling,
yet exercised restraint to respect my wishes, was the sexiest thing I’d ever
seen. The man stimulated something that
had been sleeping inside of me. I needed
a glass of wine and an orgasm. Not
necessarily in that order. If I was
going be firm on my stance that we get to know each other and not have sex,
then taking things into my own hands was absolutely essential.
In my bedroom, I stripped out of my
clothes. I didn’t sleep naked every
night, but tonight was definitely a bare evening. As I slipped into bed, my cell rang.
“Is phone sex on the table?” Graham’s voice was a needy rasp. Whatever cooling off my body had done since I
left him on the other side of the door was instantly reheated. His voice could definitely speed things up
for me. But…
“Sex is off the table. That should probably include all types of
sex. Intercourse, oral, phone.”
He groaned. “Oral. God, I want to taste you. And feel that metal tongue ring on my
cock. You have no idea how difficult it
was to control myself tonight every time I caught a glimpse of that metal when
you spoke. It’s like you’re taunting me
with every word. What are you wearing,
Soraya?”
That voice. I needed to record him saying What are you wearing, Soraya? So I could play it over and over again in a
loop when I needed to satisfy my own needs.
“I’m actually not wearing anything.
I just got undressed and slipped into bed.”
“You sleep naked?”
“Sometimes.”
He actually growled. “Touch yourself.”
“I plan to. But I think I’m going to need both hands
tonight. So I’m going to hang up first.”
“How long do you plan on driving me
crazy, Soraya?”
“Good
night, Graham.” I hung up without
waiting for him to respond. Even though
my body physically ached for the man, I wasn’t ready to open that door with him
just yet. Although as I glided my hand
down my body alone in my bed, the only thing I could think of was God, I wish it was his hand.
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Meet Penelope Ward
Penelope
Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling
author. Penelope lives for reading books in the new adult/contemporary romance
genre, coffee and hanging out with her friends and family on weekends. She is
the proud mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration
for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 9-year-old boy, both of whom are the
lights of her life. Penelope, her husband and kids reside in Rhode Island. She
is the author of RoomHate, which hit #2 on the New York Times Bestseller list
and #1 on the Wall Street Journal Bestseller list. Her novel, Stepbrother
Dearest, also spent four consecutive weeks on the New York Times Bestseller
list. Other works include the New York Times bestseller Cocky Bastard
(co-written with Vi Keeland), Sins of Sevin, My Skylar, Jake Undone, Jake
Understood and Gemini.
Other books from Penelope Ward
RoomHate
Sins of Sevin
Stepbrother Dearest
Gemini
Jake Undone (Jake #1)
My Skylar
Jake Understood (Jake #2)
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Meet Vi Keeland
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three
children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often,
but wouldn't change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA
Today Bestselling author. Over the last three years, ten of her titles have
appeared on the USA Today Bestseller
lists and three on the New York Times
Bestseller lists.
Additional Books by Vi Keeland
Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat
Throb
MMA Fighter series (3
standalone books)
Worth the Fight (MMA Fighter Series, Book One)
Worth The
Chance (MMA Fighter Series, Book Two)
Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter Series, Book Three)
The Cole
Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You (Cole Series, Book One)
Made for You (Cole Series, Book Two)
Standalone novels
The Baller
Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
First Thing I See
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