Jezebel by Koko Brown (best english books to read TXT) 📕

Salvatore smiled slyly. “Youneed to tempt her, tease her and make yourself so tantalizing she’llwant you as much as you want her. Oh, and you should cock block anypotential suitors. You do know how to do that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Leoreplied, humoring his old mentor.

“Good.”Salvatore let go of the speed bag. “I’ll leave you toyour workout. You’re moving slower than day-old grits. Andthat’s never a good thing, in or out of the ring.”

chapter two

Roxanne clutched her thirdglass of margarita in one hand, a bottle of Heineken in the other andwent to answer the door. Leo had called a little over an hour and ahalf ago to tell her he was on his way over to help set up herWhipADate.com profile.

Her steps slowed. How couldshe have been so blind? Leo was her best friend. She could read himlike the back of her hand. Obviously not. His offer to be more thanfriends had hit her like a dump truck with no brakes. Thankfullyshe’d imbibed a couple of margaritas to fortify her nerves.

But as she opened the frontdoor, Roxanne realized no amount of fortifying could have preparedher for seeing Leo again.

Casually dressed in a pairof well-worn jeans that hugged his thighs, he looked fresh from ashower. His dark curls were still damp and she could see where dropsof water must have dotted the collar of his long-sleeved, navy-blueHenley.

Were his shoulders alwaysthat broad? Before she started to drool, Roxanne focused on hisglasses. Instead of being a safety net, the dark frames drew herattention to his high cheekbones and aquiline nose, which helped hernotice his full bottom lip—

“Hey, you,” hesaid, his voice interrupting her blatant inspection.

Damn, this is going to behard. “Hey back.”

Mentally applauding thecasualness in her tone, Roxanne stepped aside to let him in. Pertheir usual routine, she handed him the beer then locked the doorbehind him. “The computer’s set up in the den. So we’llwork in there.” There was no way in hell they were goingupstairs to her home office.

As she led the way into theden, Roxanne found herself overwhelmed by his presence. It seemed toblanket and overshadows everything in the room, including her.

Before she fell flat on herback and did something she’d regret, Roxanne hurried over tothe sofa and sank down.

She tried to slide over togive him some space but he sat on her skirt, trapping her. For thefirst time since she’d bought the winter-white maxi skirt,Roxanne regretted the purchase.

“I came up with theperfect user name for you.”

“Oh really,” shesaid, tugging on the flowing cashmere.

“I think you shoulduse WantTheBIGOne.”

Roxanne didn’t care ifshe resembled a deer in headlights. His recommendation was disturbingon so many levels.

Scooting forward, Leo pulledthe laptop toward them. His leg settled firmly against hers andRoxanne wondered why she had never noticed his perfect muscle tone.

“Like it?” heasked.

She more than liked it.Couldn’t he see her hands were shaking? Any harder and she’dspill her drink. Just in case, Roxanne set her glass down on thetable. When she sat back, he rested his hand on her knee.

“You hate it, don’tyou?”

“Hate?” shesqueaked, as visions of her grabbing his hand and thrusting itbetween her legs danced before her eyes. “Hate…hate is aharsh term. Is there any particular meaning to the name?”

“I’m helping youkill two birds with one stone. You want great orgasms, of course.What’s the point of sex without them? And most women like menwho are well endowed.”

Imagining Leo giving her thebig one, in more ways than one, Roxanne licked her lips.“WantTheBIGOne is perfect,” she said as if through a fog.

Was that a smirk on hisface?

While Leo turned back to thecomputer, Roxanne found she couldn’t tear her gaze away fromhim. Fascinated, she noticed the way his muscles rolled under hisshirt with every keystroke, and how his curls kissed the nape of hisneck whenever he leaned forward to peer at the screen.

With each passing second,the temperature in the room seemed to bump up a notch, which wasimpossible of course. It was almost Thanksgiving and close to fiftydegrees outside. And Roxanne never turned on the heat untilmid-December. Once again, she tried to put some distance between herand the source of the heat, but still found herself pinned.

“Now the fun stuff.”Leo sat back some so Roxanne could see the screen. His arm bumpedhers and a jolt of electricity ran from the tips of her fingers toher collarbone. She swiftly sat upright and rubbed her chest in anattempt to dispel her reaction.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Roxannegushed. “Just having a spasm.” When a frown wrinkled hisbrow, she rushed forward with an explanation. “Long day, onfour-inch heels no less.”

Leo shook his head. “Iwould tell you to shuck those torture machines but you look so damnsexy in them. I read somewhere that women call them fuck-me boots.”

Before she went up in a puffof smoke, Roxanne averted her gaze to the computer screen. “S-sowhat’s the fun stuff?” she stuttered. His use of “fuck”and “sexy” all in the same breath had her wetting herpanties.

“We need to go throughwhat you’re interested in.”

Roxanne breathed a sigh ofrelief. They were back on neutral ground. “That’s easy. Ilike shopping in thrift stores, traveling, playing charades,cocktails with intimate conversation and watching old black-and-whitemovies.”

A smile curled Leo’slips, drawing Roxanne’s rapt attention. Can you add that I alsolike your lips? “Those are hobbies, and I’ve alreadyentered them. We need to go through your sexual interests.”

“My sexual interests?”Confused, it was Roxanne’s turn to frown. “I like men.”

“That’s good tohear, but that’s not really what the site and its members wantto know. Sexual interests include spanking or hair pulling or—”

“Hair pulling? Whywould anyone— Whoa!” she yelped. Leo had grabbed a holdof her ponytail and tugged it back. Hard.

While she stared up at