If you follow my blog, you know that I LOVE this series, so I've been waiting with bated breath for this release ever since Mona's shenanigans in Don't Stop Till You Get Enough.
And you also know that I love Chicki's musical themed book titles!
Keep reading to learn more about the book and read a steamy little excerpt!
About the book:
Vic and Ramona Stafford have been together for fifteen years and married for twelve. To the outside world they have everything most people dream of – an attractive spouse, a beautiful home, two smart, good looking sons, and a half-million dollar annual income. But no one knows what’s really going on between them. Do they have what it takes to keep professional pressure, loneliness and outside temptations from destroying their seemingly perfect marriage?
Mona made sure the boys showered and got ready for bed before she returned to the master bedroom where Vic was watching TV. He didn’t say a word to her while she searched through her dresser for something to sleep in, but she felt his gaze on her. If only Maite wasn’t occupying the pool house, she’d go out there and spend the night. He obviously wasn’t leaving their bedroom. Once she chose an unsexy baseball-style nightshirt and retrieved a tube of make-up remover from the bathroom, she went down the hall to one of the guestrooms. No one had slept in the room since houseguests visited last year.
Mona undressed, removed her make-up and crawled into the bed. Sometime later, after she’d given up on squeezing her eyes shut and trying to make sleep come, she sensed she was no longer alone. When she turned over and blinked, she saw Vic standing just inside the doorway, his tall form just barely illuminated by the light from the hall. She cringed. Was he actually coming to continue their argument? God, she was still livid from their earlier confrontation. Rather, he surprised her when he wordlessly moved toward the bed, pulled back the covers and slid in beside her without a word.
“Vic, this isn’t–” she started to protest until he pulled her into his arms and his mouth came down on hers in a punishing kiss. As much as she wanted to refuse, the force of his kiss and the urgent hardness pressed against her stomach rendered her incapable. It had been months since he’d made love to her, and she couldn’t resist him. She didn’t want to resist him. The satin smoothness of his skin and the fragrance of his signature cologne, combined with a scent which was uniquely Vic, never failed to arouse her. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and back of their own accord. When they reached the elastic waistband of his briefs, her anger over his questions about Rayvon melted away. He moaned when she slipped her fingers under the band and ran her hands over the firmness of his butt then rolled onto his side and undid the buttons down the front of her nightshirt. Automatically, she rose up so he could get it over her shoulders and arms. As soon as he tossed it onto the floor, his mouth left a searing trail of kisses down her neck and finally to her breasts where he lingered.
Damn him! He knew what she loved and what made her crazy. The sound of him sucking at her nipples sent an automatic signal to her legs to open wide. No matter how wildly she wriggled her hips, he angled his body away from her so his erection pressed against her thigh and not where she wanted it most.
Finally, he tested her readiness with two of his long expert fingers then growled against her ear, “You’re so wet, you can’t tell me you don’t want this.”
Cursing herself for her weakness, all she could do was purr and mimic the movement of his fingers with her hips. It felt so good, and it had been so long since they had been together. She closed her eyes and imagined her body floating on the wave of rhythm he’d created. When he raised his body above her and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, it was clear he wasn’t getting ready to be gentle. He plunged into her in one hard stroke, going so deep she uttered a loud gasp and hooked her other leg behind his. For a moment, the force of his strokes shocked her. With each one, he sank into her then withdrew almost all the way. Her hips lifted off the mattress to keep him from leaving her body. Rough lovemaking wasn’t typical for him, but it excited her so much, she dug her nails into his shoulders and surrendered to his passion.
Every time she tried to kiss him, he pulled back, and when he sensed she was on the verge of climax, he withdrew and took his time changing their position. Finally, after he’d done this three or four times, he flipped her over, wedged a pillow under her hips and pinned her hands against the mattress so she couldn’t move from beneath him. In all the years they’d been together, Mona couldn’t ever remember him being so aggressive. He was so hard he didn’t even need to guide himself into her. Doing it this way put him at the perfect angle to hit her spot. Vic knew her body so well. A few short minutes later, his name filled the room as she screamed her release. In a few seconds, he uttered a roar unlike anything she’d ever heard from him. Thankfully, the boys’ rooms were at the opposite end of the floor.
When it was all over, Vic didn’t pull her back against him so they could spoon the way they used to. He fumbled around on the floor with one arm for his briefs then sat up and pulled them on. He got up and glared down at her with such a cold look in his eyes it sent a chill down her back. “He’ll never be able to make you scream like that.” He walked out leaving her body still quivering and her mouth unable to form any comprehensible words.
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