Underneath it All
Sexual Misconduct II
Author: Bethany Bazile
Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella)
Release Date: July 14, 2014
Avery was unexpected but exactly what I needed. She gave me hope again, made me feel things I thought died over a decade ago.
I was reverting back to the man I used to be. The man who destroyed lives to keep the one person who meant everything to him.
My secrets were piling up. I didn't know how long I'd be able to maintain it all.
But I knew I'd do anything to keep her.
There was only one way to hold on to her. I had to let her see who I was underneath it all.
Let's Play Doctor
“I need help.” I licked my lips and smiled at Avery because I knew she had a weakness for my dimples.
“What kind of help?” Avery furrowed her eyebrows, gazing at me over her glasses.
“I have an obsession with sexy doctors who pull their hair up in tight buns but wear sexy garters and naughty underwear.”
“Well, Mr. Pierce, sounds like you need therapy.” Avery came around the desk and leaned her ass on the edge, pulling off her glasses and eyeing me.
“It's really severe, Dr. Shaw. My fingers tremble with the need to let her hair down, my mouth waters from her smell, and my dick gets so… hard.”
She stepped forward, bit down on her bottom lip as she leaned over, and rubbed my cock through the fabric of my pants. “It's not only hard. It's feverishly hot.”
“What can you do for me, doctor?”
She smiled. A slow, sultry smile. She unfastened my belt, dragged my zipper down, and pulled out my cock. “Maybe I can cool it down.” She cupped my balls in her palm and massaged them, her lips brushing against mine. “With my mouth,” she whispered against my lips.
She dropped down to her knees, looked up at me, then rolled her tongue over the head of my cock. I jolted. It was all I could do not to come. She caressed the underside of my dick, then flicked her tongue into the seeping slit.
Ohh… fuck. She was going to kill me. Hundreds of blowjobs and I never felt anything like this. Once she got her mouth on my cock, there was no such thing as a simple blowjob. It was more like a blast of pleasure, a rush of sensation, and then a series of aftershocks once the earthquake passed.
Her mouth worked me hard and fast. I laced my fingers into her hair and restrained her, because the only way I'd survive this was if I took the bull by the horns and controlled it. She peered up at me, trying to persuade me with her blue gaze to let her drive me mad.
But fuck that. If I was going to pour my soul out to her today, I was going to savor this moment. I guided her up and down my shaft, her lips soft and her mouth hot. She licked the head every time I pulled her back, sucking me almost to the base when I pushed her down.
She's too good at this. I'm going to blow soon.
The next time I pulled her back, she licked my cock with this wicked smile on her lips. Then she sucked it into her mouth and twisted and sucked and twisted. The pleasure was too much. I fucking whimpered, shuddered, then growled because I was pissed she'd won. She wasn't going to let me stall at all. I came in a hot rush of pleasure that raced up and down my spine, then shot out into her mouth.
She swallowed it. I think. My mind was in a whirlwind and I couldn't focus on much of anything that happened after that orgasm.
She sat in my lap and kissed me. Yeah… she swallowed because she tasted like me. She held me until my breathing evened out. Then she stood up and tucked my dick back in my pants.
“Xander,” she said, pushing away my hand as I tried to slip it back up her thigh. “I know you're stalling.” Her expression was effectively sobering. The room went from reverberating sexual cries to brimming with tension in a few short minutes. “We agreed to meet here because you said you would take this seriously.”
“What just happened here was serious as fuck.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the solemn tone that was setting in around us.
“Fine.” I huffed a breath. “But before we continue, I want to tell you I've never been good at relationships.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean I'm controlling and manipulative. I become consumed when I feel something for a woman.”
“Don't worry about any of that. I just want to know who you are underneath all the bullshit. Underneath the asshole persona, who are you?”
*****5- Deception, Possession, and Smokin' Hott Sex -Stars*****
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
My heart was sliding down that slippery slope and my mind was following. The desperation I felt for her in my heart was the same desperation that ate up all the sense in my brain. Manipulation was on the forefront, and I couldn't stop it if I asked God for his help.
Then tension cranks up in book two of the Sexual Misconduct series as the lies start to pile up on the relationship and the truth of Xander's dark past come to light. Xander never imagined he would put himself, or his heart, on the line ever again for any woman, but is drawn to Avery like he never experienced. She is helping to banish the demons of his past one night at a time with a little patience and a lot of persistence, she cares for him and is falling fast and wants nothing more to help him. She finally convinces him that therapy may help and and is willing to wait for him to open up to her....which he does. Nothing could have prepared her for the cause behind his insomnia and nightmares and she is more determined than ever to help get him through this. But what Avery doesn't know is the lengths Xander will go to to keep her in his life, in his arms, and in his bed. He is keeping things from her, like his previous association with Ellie, he knows it will be the end of them if she finds out he's lying to her but cannot risk losing her. It's a dangerous game he plays, one that feeds his already guilty conscience, but one he feels is necessary.
I was vulnerable as fuck right now. She already had me on my knees as her body took from me. Any other time, I could talk my way out of this, but as she rocked her hips and stared straight into my eyes, there was no point in denying it. She wanted me to admit it. I wanted to admit it, and she tore it right out of me.
The chemistry and heat between these two reaches explosive levels in this book- Xander's possessiveness gets extreme and I admit, hott as hell. The sex was just off the charts. But learning of Xander's past will tear you open, my heart bled for him and I am finally starting to understand why he is the way he is and it hurts. I may also understand why he is keeping certain things from Avery, from his stand point anyway, though I don't agree with it. Lies always end up biting you in the ass and I worry about what will happen when his catch up with him. Especially with what he learns at the end~ holy friggin cliffhanger, but I expected as much and the masochist in me was left all kinds of jittery. I have no idea how this is all gonna turn out in the end, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried. With everything we find out, it doesn't seem likely that no one will be left heartbroken. I have fallen hard for both of these characters, and am hoping hard that they will both finally find some happiness, even if the outlook is grim at this point. We only have one more book to go to find out and I will be climbing the walls til I can get my greedy little hands on it.
The small flicker of vulnerability that sparked in his gaze stroked a need in me to be his everything. To be the one person who could save him. The person to conquer the demons in his head.
Even the seemingly invincible had a kryptonite, and we were quickly becoming that for each other. What we shared was the kind of weakness that could cause us both to implode.
Sexual Misconduct I
Author: Bethany Bazile
Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella)
Released: June 24th 2014
I was arrogant, pushy, controlling, and I was fine with that. What I couldn't control were my dreams. Memories haunted me there.
Even after over a decade, I found I couldn't outrun them. Returning to the place they lived only seemed to trigger a landslide. I couldn't focus, couldn't sleep. Some people drank a warm cup of milk, cuddled up with a book, or threw back a couple shots.
I fucked my way to sleep.
Every single night, I lost myself in pussy. For a long time, it was the only way I knew to get to sleep. But it was getting less and less effective. I slept shorter periods of time before the dreams started.
There was only one hope for my insomnia and she was sexy, intelligent, and unexpected. I wanted to exhaust myself in her sexy little body and let her soothe me to sleep.
The only problem… she was my therapist, and I'd have to break her code of conduct and totally corrupt her before I made her mine.
***Warning: This is an Erotic Serial and contains explicit sexual content and language.***
Bethany Bazile reads, writes, and lives in the Northeast with her husband and two amazing kids. Her passion for writing was born from a love affair between books and music. She loves books that draw her in and won’t release her until she’s inhaled every word, panting with excitement. Then she realizes the sun came up, but the loss of sleep was so worth it. When she isn't reading, she’s conjuring up steamy love scenes and hot romance stories to share with fellow romance lovers. She can’t function without her cup of coffee and operates on a vampire-like time-frame.