Page 121 of Scandalous Contract

STEFANIE

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IT WAS LATE. I’D EATENdinner. Had my shower. Talked to Indie for a few minutes. Now, it was time to get some words in. To be a writer, I had to write. Clad in a T-shirt, boy shorts, and ankle socks, I sat on my couch, laptop in my lap, and stared down at the screen.

I was supposed to be writing a sex scene, but the words wouldn’t come. I wanted to start it off with a bang.Literally. Explosive, toe-curling, lip-biting sex that made readers gasp and fan themselves.

The kind of scene that made them cancel plans just to keep reading. But the words on the screen were flat. Lifeless. Mechanical.He touched her here. She kissed him there. He fucked her here, she sucked him there.

Ugh.My own writing was turning me off. There was no emotion, no heat, no passion. I didn’t feel a damn thing reading it back. I sighed and let my head fall against the back of the couch. Maybe Ronnie was right. Maybe I needed some sexual inspiration.

Something real, something raw. Something to remind me what desire actually felt like. I hadn’t had dick since spring break. I was starting to forget what it felt like to have my back blown out.

My gaze drifted across the room to the corner where that damn bear sat, turned around and facing the wall like it was being punished. Itwasbeing punished. Punished because the man who bought it was stubborn.

But that man would be the perfect inspiration for my love scenes. Nope. I couldn’t. Not after I told him I didn’t want to talk through the bear, not after saying that I was going to throw it away on trash day.

It had only been a day since I’d said all that, and here I was, needing the man behind the bear. Maybe I could pull up a little porn instead. Just for inspiration. Strictly research. But that would just make me horny, and why start something I wasn’t in the mood to finish?

Ugh. Focus, Stefanie.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to conjure up a scene that would make readers squirm in their seats. I tried to get into the head of a woman losing herself in pleasure. Filthy, passionate, reckless pleasure.

And then, damn it, Julian popped into my head. Spring break. His mouth. His hands. That sinful voice in my ear.Nope. I shoved that thought aside and tried to focus on someone else. Anyone else.

My brain flipped the Rolodex of past lovers and landed on No Stroke Daniel. Hell no! The man had sex like he was afraid to break a sweat. All that muscle, and he hadn’t known how to use a single inch of it.

Next.

Bite The Pussy Eric. That man thought eating pussy meant literal biting. He’d had my lower lips sore for a week. I’d walked funny for days and not in a good way. I’d made up a fake allergy just to avoid seeing him again.

I opened my eyes and stared down at my laptop, fingers hovering over the keys. Still nothing. I wanted to write about a man who worshipped a woman’s body. A man who didn’t just touch her, but read her.

Who listened to every gasp and moan and responded in kind. A man who didn’t rush. Who savored. Who took pride in making a woman fall apart under his mouth, his hands, his cock. Someone like...

Damn it, Julian.

Unfortunately, he was my go-to reference. Other memories weren’t cutting it. They didn’t bring the fire I needed. Plus, I didn’t want to depend on memories to conjure the scenes. I needed to feel it so I could make the scene descriptive, describing what the heroine of my novel feels in real time as she’s being pleasured by her lover.

I wanted to describe everything, every brush of his fingers, every lick of his tongue, every slow thrust that stole her breath and made her beg for more. And I didn’t just want her perspective. I wanted his.

What did her pussy feel like wrapped around his finger, what about his cock? What did she taste like on his tongue? How tight did she clench his length when she came? I stared at the bear again. I needed help. Julian’s help.

But asking outright would stroke his ego, and his ego didn’t need any more inflation. No, I had to be subtle. Strategic. Make him want to help me. Make him desperate to. I smiled slowly, a plan in mind.

It was time to put Julian’s latest gift to good use!