Orgasmic Meditation? Therapeutic?! Kaylee Baker is horrified when her girlfriends suggest a trip to artsy Boulder, Colorado, to check out the latest craze. What her friends don’t know about Kaylee is that she is a little repressed, bordering on frigid, and the idea of a complete stranger bringing her to orgasm--therapeutic or not--is horrifying.
Blaze Donahue has admired Kaylee from afar for quite some time, and part of the reason he’s kept his distance is because he’s had no indication that she might even be interested. But when he’s given the opportunity to offer her his own version of OM with no strings attached, he makes an offer she has a hard time refusing.
When there are undeniable sparks between the two, Kaylee runs, afraid of the overwhelming feelings she has for this gorgeous, sensitive guy. Blaze feels compelled to convince her otherwise but wonders if he’ll be able to crack through the ice surrounding this sweet girl. Can they find true love or will it just be a one-time O?
Blaze Donahue has admired Kaylee from afar for quite some time, and part of the reason he’s kept his distance is because he’s had no indication that she might even be interested. But when he’s given the opportunity to offer her his own version of OM with no strings attached, he makes an offer she has a hard time refusing.
When there are undeniable sparks between the two, Kaylee runs, afraid of the overwhelming feelings she has for this gorgeous, sensitive guy. Blaze feels compelled to convince her otherwise but wonders if he’ll be able to crack through the ice surrounding this sweet girl. Can they find true love or will it just be a one-time O?
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Rachel leaned over the table and tipped her glass at Kaylee
as though it were a pointer. “I’ll
loosen you up before you graduate if it’s the last thing I do.” She sat back up and what little sobriety
she’d seemed to possess just seconds ago had disappeared. “In the meantime, Maddy, Shannon? Come with me to the bar to fetch more drinks
and we can iron out the details without making our prudish friend blush.”
Well, too late. As
the three women slid out of the booth, Kaylee felt just that—a mad red flush
racing up her face, stinging her cheeks.
She hoped it wasn’t evident in the bar or maybe she could blame it on
drinking, but Rachel had, with her few words, made Kaylee not only feel prudish
but embarrassed. And in front of all
people…
Once the women were up, though, Blaze showed no inkling of
having registered his sister’s last words.
Kaylee began to feel awkward then.
What the hell would she say to this super hot guy after a conversation
like that? She had decided to ask him
how classes were going when he said, “I can’t blame you really. I don’t think I could do that either.” He grinned.
“Even though I find the idea intriguing.” Kaylee felt her cheeks redden again, but she
smiled before looking down at her glass once more. “Not gonna pay for it, though. Fuck that.”
Kaylee picked up her glass and sipped what little water was
left in it, simply to have something to do.
Her alcohol glass was drained as well, both down to ice cubes. She didn’t know what to say so she nodded her
head and smiled. She’d always found
Blaze’s looks and charm intimidating, so she was feeling more than a little
tongue-tied. She didn’t want him to
think she was a snooty bitch, though, so she said, “I agree.”
He rested his chin on his arms on the chair and said,
“What’s the part that has you freaking out more? The fact that it would be a stranger or that
you’d be paying for it?”
His question helped her relax a little. It felt like he was taking a practical
approach and wanted to discuss the matter as two adults. They weren’t actually talking about orgasms
or…fingers and clits, for God’s sake. So
she took a deep breath and gave the matter a little thought. It didn’t take long for her to say, “I think
it’s that it’s a stranger.” She didn’t
know why she felt compelled to continue—especially
with Blaze—but she did. “Seriously. It’s hard enough to relax and then you have
someone you’ve never met before trying to make you feel good. I can’t imagine.” She smiled and rolled her eyes, hoping she
appeared relaxed now, because she was far from it.
Blaze didn’t intend to help the matter at all. “What if it was you and me?”
Had she heard him right?
And why the hell was her heart thudding in her chest? She had a hard time sucking in a breath, but
when she was able to, she asked, “What do you mean?” Her voice was so low, she was surprised he
could hear it.
“If I was the therapist.” He sat up and used the index and middle
fingers of both his hands to air quote his last word. “You know…my sister, Maddy, and Shannon go to
Boulder to have some stranger finger bang them, but what if someone you knew
took care of you here?”
Her jaw didn’t drop to the table but she had lost all
words. She just wished she could figure
out if Blaze was yanking her chain or making her the offer of a lifetime.
Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado and has decided she likes it enough to stay forever. Jade's day job is teaching Creative Writing, but teaching doesn't stop her from doing a little writing herself.
Unfortunately, there's no one genre that quite fits her writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women's fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But you'll see that her writing doesn't quite fit any of those genres.
You'll have to discover Jade's writing for yourself to decide if you like it.
Unfortunately, there's no one genre that quite fits her writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women's fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But you'll see that her writing doesn't quite fit any of those genres.
You'll have to discover Jade's writing for yourself to decide if you like it.
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