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I’m a new author and “Miss Use Me” is my second book. I’m thankful for my supportive readers and their feedback.
What inspired you to write your book?
It’s an inspiring subject! I’d been developing the characters and storyline for a while, so writing it was a lot of fun. I can’t wait to hear what people think of it!
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His apartment was almost exactly what I had expected. Since it was on the twentieth floor, the light of the city filled the room even when the lights were off, showing that the place was large and spartanly furnished with clean-lined decoration. Bookshelves ran underneath the windows and along the walls, and were stuffed with thick volumes.
I walked to the huge window, my heart pounding, and watched my breath fog the glass. From a dim reflection, I saw that Elliot was moving, slowly drawing closer behind me, a whole head taller in the glass. The knowledge of his approach didn’t stop me from shivering when he placed a warm hand on my shoulder, gently brushing my hair to the side. If he felt the quiver he ignored it. I looked on as his head lowered in one elegant curve and caused a spasm of heat to flood through me, a sensation that began where his lips grazed the skin of my collarbone.
With a leisure that made me ache, Elliot kissed his way up to my neck, his mouth burning where it alternately brushed and barely touched my skin. His handling of me was so soft that I wanted to scream, yet I was terrified of moving in case he stopped. I thought that I might die if he stopped.
When his lips met my ear, where they had paused at his first introduction to me, the mellow sound of his breath and the dark scent of him overwhelmed me. Unable to help it, I twisted and had to stand on my toes to connect my lips to his. It should have been pleasure that coursed through me at that, but instead an insatiable craving continued to gnaw at my insides at the fact that Elliot’s kisses remained tender, insistent but searching. His hand had stayed on my shoulder as I turned, but a small, respectful distance remained between us. Given everything I had experienced in the past two weeks, the kindness and patience drove me crazy.
It hurt to do so, but I pulled away from our kiss. His eyes glittered down at me as I struggled to find words.
“Elliot, why are you being so nice right now?”
“Nice?” In this darkened light, the scar on his temple almost glowed ghostly white under his skin. I couldn’t believe I’d never noticed it before.
“Yeah, nice … I mean, not rough.”
He gave a genuine, quiet laugh. “I will be. Not tonight.”
He looked annoyed, perhaps frustrated that I wasn’t as distracted by our making out as he would like.
“Didn’t I say that I wouldn’t fuck you like anybody else, Cassandra? Tonight, this will be how it would be if I’d followed through on my foolish actions at The Excelsior, when I meant only to talk to you,” his eyes searched mine. “The rest comes later. You’ll know it. You might regret your eagerness, then.”
I couldn’t suppress another shiver, and he grinned.
“You’re so reactionary,” he told me, his voice husky with desire. He drew a long finger down my cheek, and ran its tip across my parted lips. Then he took a step away, drawing me with him by the hands.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
My question was needless. He had led me to a bedroom with an ornately carved four-poster bed, and I could only stare.
“Let me,” Elliot ordered, and before I had time to understand what, precisely, I was letting him do, he had pulled my dress over my head in one quick movement. I didn’t even truly feel the material leave my body, but I did feel the rush of cold air as my skin was exposed. I stood before him wearing only my boots, garters and panties, and thin, black lace bra. I felt intensely vulnerable under his eye, and only resisted the urge of crossing my arms over myself by reaching forward and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He distracted me by more kisses, his lips feeling like hot coals on my neck, so that it felt like forever until I managed to undo the last of the buttons and tug the shirt from his belted pants. He paused to slip it off of his shoulders, letting me gaze briefly upon his tautly muscled chest as he dropped the garment to the floor.