My Thoughts
Abel wants to buy Genie's family theater and she wants to save it. Little does Abel know that the GiGi that he is lusting after is also Genie the burlesque dancer that drives him to distraction. Their chemistry is scorching hot and their passion for each other is sizzling. I loved that G is so strong and willing to fight for what she wants which happens to be both the theater and Abel. Abel is abolutely freakin' hot and has quite the talent with the naughty talk. I so enjoyed these two together. I kept wondering how long it would be for him to connect GiGi and Genie. Kitty does a wonderful job painting a picture of desire. She sucked me in from the very first page and I couldn't put it down.
I give Genie 4 hearts!
Feathers. Lies. Glitter. Secrets. Lust.
Meet Genie Divine, the wise-cracking London show-girl on a hell-bent mission to save her beloved family theatre.
Now meet Abel Kingdom, the australian gym mogul determined to buy it out from underneath her.
On paper they have nothing in common, and when they meet, they have even less.
The only thing they DO have is chemistry.
Undeniable, rip-my-clothes-off-and-do-me-now-against-the-wall chemistry.
He wants her theatre.
She wants him dead.
The stage is set for an explosive summer…
The lift doors behind them slid open and he half dragged her
inside the glittering, mirrored and thankfully empty chamber. As the doors closed, he pushed her against the
back wall and lifted her clean off her feet, cradling her face in his hands as
his crotch burned into her, hot and hard. His eyes told her that he was as far
down the line as he was.
‘I can’t take my fucking eyes off you,’ he breathed.‘Or my
hands.’
Genie didn’t want him to take his hands off her. She wanted him
to use them to rip her dress from her body and screw her right there against
the wall of the lift.
This wasn’t about his business with her uncle any more. It
was about the fact that no man had ever touched her like this, made her feel like this, in her entire life. It was about
the fact that this was so far beyond turned on. He made her burn for him, as if
she were stifling and the only thing that would give her air was the orgasm he
was about to give her.
‘Then don’t,’ she said, her fingers on the buttons of his
shirt. She wanted him out of it. ‘Don’t take your hands off me. Put them on
me.’
His dark eyes glittered, and the lift juddered to a halt as
his palm slammed over the emergency stop button. ‘We’ve got three minutes
before the override kicks back in,’ he told her, and Genie gasped as he rucked
her skirt up and slid his hand up her thigh. She had his shirt open and dragged
it free of his trousers. Rock star beautiful, his hand skimmed her panties.
She was lost in how good he was. Three minutes would have to
be enough. ‘Put your hands all over me, Abel.’
His tongue slid between her lips as he kissed her, his
fingers stroking over the silk between her legs.
‘Is this where you want me to touch you, Beauty?’ He
whispered.
Beauty. The endearment on his lips flipped her stomach
almost as much as his touch between her legs did. ‘Here?’ He pushed the satin
aside and ran the back of his fingers over her. His tongue traced her mouth,
mirroring the sensation. So much, and still nowhere near enough.
Yes, there. Yes,
more. She rocked into his fingers, moaning as they moved into her folds. Abel held
her steady between his body and the wall as he opened her, explored her. ‘You
feel fucking amazing,’ he muttered, his voice barely there, raw.
Genie clung to him, her mouth on the bunched muscles of his tanned
shoulder where she’d pushed his shirt back. He was beautiful in the most
masculine sense of the word. Hard. Sexy. Lava hot. And very, very turned on, if
his shallow breathing pattern was anything to go on. She knew now just how much
he’d been holding back downstairs. He was like a sexual force of nature. Unstoppable.
She bit down and gasped as he drew patterns on her clitoris,
his mouth hot on her ear.
‘I’m gonna slide my cock inside you,’ he whispered,switching
to a steady rhythm.
‘Right here,’ he pushed two fingers inside her, his thumb
still working her clit. Genie cried out, opening wider, clamping her leg around
his thigh. ‘Beauty...’ he breathed as he ran his tongue over her ear. ‘Sweet
Jesus...’ he groaned as she rode herself against his hand.
She was going to come. He had her rapt, spiralling, grinding
down on his pumping fingers. She wanted everything he had. His hands, his
mouth, his cock. All of it, right here in this lift. She couldn’t breathe, she
was so close, so ready.
‘Oh my fucking God,’ she gasped, biting her lip as he
slammed her harder against the wall, his mouth all over hers, his fingers knuckle
deep inside her. She opened her eyes almost in shock as her orgasm started, and
found his eyes open too, watching her. Dark. Lost. Possessive. Filthy. His lips
parted slightly as his breath dragged out of his chest and his hips rocked
against his hand between her legs. It was as close to fucking as it got. Every
inch of Genie’s body tensed as he crooked his fingers inside her, massaging her
g-spot.
‘Abel...’
He held her steady and kissed her through it. Through every
dazzling, bone-melting second of her orgasm, every breathless gasp, every
tremor. His lips roved over her mouth, drinking from her, connecting her to him
in every way possible as her body broke hard for him.
‘That was pretty fucking sexy,’ he whispered a few seconds
later, slowly straightening her panties and smoothing her dress over her hips
before buttoning his shirt as the lift started to move again. She swallowed
with difficulty as the doors slid open, unable to speak yet. Hell, she could
barely stand up.
‘Not our floor,’ Abel mouthed against her ear, moving to
stand close behind her against the wall as several people stepped into the car.
A couple. A businessman. Was it obvious to them what they’d just been doing?
Surely it had to be written all over her face that she’d just had the best
orgasm of her life?
Abel’s hand rested on her hip, and as the car began to move
he drew her back and settled his still hard cock against her ass. ‘How do you
want it?’ he spoke quietly, but Genie was pretty certain the other woman heard
him. He kissed her neck slowly,sending a shudder of pleasure from her scalp to
her toes. ‘Like this,from behind?’ he murmured as his fingers spanned her
stomach, holding her against his erection as more people stepped in at the next
floor. Clearly their three-minute lift stop had caused something of a backlog.
It was getting a little crowded.
She all but yelped as his hand moved over her ass. ‘want you
on your knees...’ he whispered, and she closed her eyes. The man melted her. ‘I
want you on your back...’ his voice was lethal in her ear. ‘I want you on my
cock, Beauty.’
The lift stopped again at the last but one floor and
everyone except Genie and Abel stepped out of the car. As the doors slid closed,
the woman turned back and flicked an appreciative glance towards Abel, and an
envious one at Genie. She couldn’t blame her.
The man radiated sex, and right now, late night and turned on, he was
the dictionary definition of hot as hell.
USA Today Bestselling author Kitty French is a total romance junkie; she loves to read it, watch it, and most of all to write it. Her sizzling Lucien Knight trilogy topped the amazon erotic charts on both sides of the Atlantic ~ everyone went crazy for Lucien
Knight, the wise cracking Viking sex god who can melt underwear from ten paces away.
Kitty lives in England with her husband and two young sons, and she is mildly addicted to fairy lights, wine and stationery.
She also writes romantic comedy for HarperCollins under thepseudonym Kat French.
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