Series: Mister #3
Published by Self-Published on August 17th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Weston Conrad is the best headhunter in the business. That handsome smile goes a long way towards convincing most people to trust him with their future.
I’m not most people. I’m his direct competition. And it doesn’t hurt to be just the kind of woman he’s been looking for.
I’m gonna flash you these legs, Weston Conrad.
I’m gonna wear low-cut shirts and micro-mini skirts.
I’m gonna dazzle you with wit and conversation and kiss those lips like they’re exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
So don’t hate me when you figure out my secret.
You understand, right? You’re Mr. Corporate and this is just business.
With each Mister book, Julie gets us more and more wrapped up in their stories that we don’t know what’s going to come next.
Mr. Corporate is a prime example. I thought I had him pretty much figured out early on but I didn’t and I still don’t. I’m left with more questions than answers and I know J.A. Huss meant to do this intentionally.
Mr. Corporate is about Weston (West) and Victoria (Tori). It’s about second chances. Secrets lies, and how far you would go to keep those secrets from getting out. I love the element of mystery and how I thought for sure I figured out what was going on just for Julie to throw another twist in the story to prove me wrong.
I love being in West’s mind and reading more of his story. I love Tori. She didn’t let her past break her. She overcame it. Just like West. Two halves to a whole. W
I also love seeing more of the other Misters. Mr. Mysterious and Mr. Match. Even Five. I really hope he gets his own book also.
I had so many emotions throughout Mr. Corporate from anger to love, heartbreak to joy. I became so emotionally invested in the characters that it was hard to let them go at the end. I wouldn’t expect anything less from J.A. Huss.
I’m just about to pull away, back off and give her some room, when she turns her head and kisses me on the cheek.
I turn my head too, just enough to find her lips. And then… and then… my hands have her face and my mouth has her tongue. Her hips push into mine and I walk her backwards a few steps, until she reaches the couch and has to sit.
I drop to my knees, my fingers eager to slip under the waistband of her panties. And then I am pulling them down her long—so fucking long—legs. I toss them over my shoulder as I lick my lips and stare into her eyes. She wants to close them, I can tell. She wants to close her eyes, and lean her head back, and let me lick her pussy until she comes.
But she wants to watch too. Her fingers thread through my hair, urging me to keep going. So I open her legs, lift her knees up towards her tits, and sweep my tongue up and down her pussy until she lets go of my hair and digs her fingernails into my shoulders.
“Keep going?” I ask. “Or am I smothering you with my expectations?”
“Shut up,” she says, digging her nails into my skin. “Just shut up.”
I laugh as I dip back down between her legs. “Tori,” I murmur as I kiss her wet folds.
“No talking, West. I’m serious.”
“Tori,” I say again. “Tell me you missed this or I’m going to stop.”
Her thighs squeeze together, clamping down on my face, and she bucks her hips, trying to get more friction, more tongue, more everything. “You’re not stopping. You’re just trying to be an asshole.”
“Say it,” I choke when she squeezes tighter. I lick her, flicking my tongue across her clit until her grip on my face loosens. “Say it or I’ll rub my stubble all over the inside of your thighs.”
Her foot smacks my lower back. “Why are you such a jerk? Stop talking and start licking, Mr. Conrad. Or I’m going to get up and walk away.”
“No, you won’t,” I say, reaching up with one hand to squeeze her tits as my other hand dips between her legs. I push a finger inside her, making her moan. “I know every way to make you melt, Miss Arias. So don’t challenge me during sex.”
“We’re not having sex. Because you’re still talking.”
I pinch her nipple and her whole back arches.
“Say it,” I demand, lifting my head up and withdrawing my finger. “Say it or we’ll stop.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Weston. Just shut the hell up!”
I pull back and let her legs drop.
“Don’t,” she says, pointing her finger at my face.
I smack it away. “What have I told you about that fucking finger?”
“I swear to God, West. If you started this to piss me off, I will never let you touch me again.”
“Let me?” I laugh. “Shit.”
“Yes, let you. I’m the one in control—”
She stops talking, because I’ve got my dick out and I’m thrusting it inside her before she can finish.
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