Lisa Renee Jones - Hurt So Good, WSZYSTKO
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Hurt So Good
ISBN # 1-4199-0395-0
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Hurt So Good Copyright© 2005 Lisa Renee Jones
Edited by: Pamela Cohen
Cover art by Willo.
Electronic book Publication: November 2005
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is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers.
Hurt So Good
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Lisa Renee Jones
Lisa Renee Jones
Prologue
She wanted him, and she planned to have him.
He oozed sex and power. Tall and dark with shoulder length black hair. The minute
he’d entered the clinic, her eyes had locked with his. She’d felt heat rocket to her thighs,
burning a path to her core. Raw with blatant sensuality, his eyes dropped to her
cleavage, lingering and then lifting. She knew he wanted to fuck her.
Her brow lifted. A silent challenge. What was he willing to do about it? He smiled
at her. A bring-it-on kind of one dimple job. And she knew the only cure for sizzling
need this stranger evoked was hot, behind-closed-doors sex.
It was only minutes later when she knew he was alone in his room that she acted on
her need. Entering his examination room, she shut the door and leaned against it.
Watching him watch her. Her eyes dropped to the crotch of his pressed black pants. She
could see his cock pressing against his zipper. As hard as she was wet, it was clear they
both felt the power of nameless, potent lust.
She’d never seen him before today. Somehow, it only made the encounter more
erotic. A forbidden interlude was what they would share. Her body pulsed with
sensations she knew he could easily turn to ecstasy. And he would. It was in his deep,
blue eyes…a sensual ability to please.
Eyes glittering with intent, his gaze slid along the lines of her body, lingering at her
hips and breasts. Her nipples tingled with anticipation, pressing against the lace
covering of her bra. His perusal was bold and hot, as if he’d touched her with his hand
rather than by sight.
Her lips parted slightly, a long, blonde strand of hair falling over her cheek. His
shoulders were wide, his chest impressive as it stretched over the rippling muscle she
would soon have beneath her palms. Pressed to her body.
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“Hard to believe a body like yours is injured,” she said, a husky quality to her
voice. “I might not be able to take away the pain, but I know how to make a hurt feel
oh, so good.” She paused for effect. “I promise.”
He pinned her in a stare, eyes narrowed with questions but still hot with obvious
interest. “Who are you?”
“I’m your physical therapist.”
His eyes narrowed. “But you’re not in scrubs. You’re dressed like a nurse.”
The tip of her tongue slid along her bottom lip. She reached for a button on her
white blouse and slid it free. And another. “Darn,” she said, “wrong outfit. I better take
it off.” Buttons came free until there were no more. Pushing open her neckline, she
knew what he saw. High, full breasts barely covered by sheer lace. But she didn’t stop
there. Her shirt fell to the floor. Her bra came off next.
The hungry look in his eyes turned her on, and her nipples ached as they tightened,
begging for his hands and his mouth. But yet, she loved this little game they were
playing. “Like what you see?” she purred.
“Yes,” he said in a deep, low voice, his gaze lifting to hers. “Show me more.”
Pleased to comply, she reached behind her, sliding her zipper down before letting
her skirt drop to the floor. That left her standing before him wearing white lacy panties
and thigh highs.
She stepped forward, ready to feel his hands explore her body. Positioning herself
directly in front of him, she reached for his shirt. He sat there, unmoving as she
undressed him, shoving his shirt over his shoulders, hands trailing over the muscles.
The move thrust her breasts closer to him, the warmth of his body and the power
beneath her palms making her burn with anticipation.
Her hands settled on his shoulders, but he still didn’t touch. Then he surprised her.
The control became his.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
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