on October 10, 2016
Genres: Chic's lit, Contemporary
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Love can exit your life as quickly as it enters it, shattering your heart in the process.
It's been a year since my husband was taken from me in a tragic accident. I thought it would kill me. Now, I think I'm ready to start healing.
My mother says my idea of taking a solo cross-country road trip is crazy, but I see it as my road to recovery. Along the way, I'll have to deal with the poor choices I've made since Ricky died. I'll have to overcome the terror that his death has caused me. I'll have to find my balance again.
And once I meet Luke and his young son, I'll have to decide if I can take the risk to do more than exist and learn to love again.
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“So,” she began, turning the chair so that she was standing directly in front of me. “When you go into the private room, he’ll be in a chair, or on the couch. Your performance should begin as soon as you enter the room. First, walk slowly, purposefully, your eyes locked on him. You can look him up and down, your face conveying that you like what you see, that you think he’s hot … Even if you don’t, but always bring your eyes back to him and maintain eye contact. Once you get a few feet away, touch yourself. Push your hair back off your shoulders, run a hand down your body, casually brushing against your breasts, but not lingering. Tease him.” Ginger began to mimic her instructions as she spoke. She walked up to my chair, stopping once our legs were close enough to touch. “The music will begin, then, do what feels natural. Let the rhythm flow through you, and move.” Ginger started swaying to an imaginary beat. Her hands roaming, pausing to cup her breasts and lift them, before trailing down and along her stomach.
I began to get uncomfortable, and was sure I was blushing, but Ginger kept talking. And moving.
“When you can tell he’s turned on, and you’re ready, straddle him.” She put her hands on my shoulder, leaning in so her hair brushed across me, as she lifted herself up and over me. She kept her hand on my shoulder, but pulled back enough to look down at me, then she began to move. “Be careful to get close enough that he can feel the heat of your body, without actually touching him. The guys aren’t allowed to touch us, Big Mike will make sure of that, but you want to give them the illusion of sex.” Ginger began to writhe back and forth, swaying her hips and causing her breasts to bounce perilously close to my face.
I suddenly realized this was the most action I’d had in twelve months.