When Jean Haus isn’t writing, she’s usually reading. Anything from young adult to historical fiction as long as there’s at least a bit of romance, she’ll load it on her kindle. She also loves to cook. And someday she will create the world’s best potsticker.
Barbie began leading us through some warm up stretches.
Reese’s flexing biceps in my peripheral vision. Then his taut thigh. After that a sliver of his lovely abs as he stretched up.
Concentrate Naomi! Quit ogling the man!
Strangely, or maybe not strange, my inner conscience’s voice sounded a lot like Kara.
I kept my eyes on Barbie for the most part, and copied her moves that were starting to remind me of a pretzel, or at least make my body feel like one. Surprisingly, a thin sheen of sweat soon covered my body. Unfortunately, Reese’s muscles began to shine too. Shiny, golden luscious skin inches from me.
As I reached and stretched, Kara’s voice screamed at me, Stop looking at him! Do NOT touch!
This was harder than I had anticipated. Besides the squawk of my stomach muscles contorted in a half back bend, was Reese’s body next to me with his abs in a lickable position. I was quite sure that his ‘secretary’ licking him during Pilates would be frowned upon.
You think? the inner Kara voice sarcastically asked.
Forcing myself to concentrate on Barbie and the current torture she committed on my body, I somehow kept my gaze from Reese’s body for most of the stretches.
During what I guessed was the cool down, we all stood feet apart, reaching sideways, and I faced the taut flex of Reese’s muscular ass. Wow. Almost three years without sex suddenly caught up with me. Big time. A flush shot through my body hitting each erogenous zone, and I snapped my head forward from the zing.
Which turned out to be a bad, bad thing.
The Reality of You by Jean Haus
Contemporary Romance
Published: 26 June 2014
But Naomi still likes men, even kind of stalks—mostly fantasizes about—a gorgeous one at work during lunch.
Her best friend, Kara, is determined that Naomi will be outgoing again. When Kara finds out who, as in a notorious playboy, Naomi is stalking at lunch, she plans to break Naomi of her lunchtime habit and bring her back into the real world. It’s just going to take a bit of deception.
Between all the deceiving, fangirling, and bumbling, Naomi might not be able to resist the temptation of turning her seven-month fantasy into reality. And really, so what if he’s a playboy or a demanding jerk? Her fantasies don’t include love or even like, just a bed or a couch or the back seat of a limo…
Reality might be just what she needs.
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