Five Favorites Series

By Gina Gordon

Short Story - 14,000 words

Re-release, previously published in 2010 and 2011

Her Five Favorite Words

Becca starts her day sipping a piping hot latte as she watches the piping hot "Mr. Sexy."  She never expected to enjoy both in the confines of an elevator on the fritz. It only takes a minute for Becca's panic attack to take over.  What she needs is to focus on something else.  Something hot.  Something dirty.  Good thing "Mr. Sexy" knows a thing or two about distraction.

His Five Favorite Lines

Jordan hasn't been able to stop thinking about Becca since their steamy encounter in the elevator. He’s determined to have her again but when she shoots down his proposition, he decides to get creative. Armed with his best pick-up lines, he sets out to make Becca change her mind. But over the course of the week, he realizes it isn't only sex that holds his interest and with every pick-up line the stakes get higher. This time, Jordan is playing for keeps.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gina Gordon
• Release date: Aug 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502244550

Book preview

HER FIVE FAVORITE WORDS

Becca knelt on the tiled bathroom floor and gazed at the impressive bulge level with her eyes. The background chatter seeping through the door almost drowned out the heavy click of metal as he locked them in, ensuring their privacy in the single washroom of the coffee shop.

She leaned forward, taking in the musky scent contrasting with the smell of pine hanging in the air around them. His long fingers slid his zipper down, releasing his erection. He was long. He was pink. He was—

What can I get you? The lady standing at the register tapped her fingers on the counter.

Becca cleared her throat and shook away the remnant of her fantasy. Then she whispered her five favorite words, Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte.

Saying them had become a ritual. Or rather half of it. Every morning she started her day with a drink and a hot daydream about Mr. Sexy.

The object of her obsession stood just a couple of people behind her in the line. His presence heightened Becca's senses: The coffee smelled sweeter, the music sang louder, and the ache between her legs throbbed harder, exciting her to the brink of gasping.

She stole a glance over her shoulder before she took back her loyalty card. He was wearing his lime green golf shirt. Not many men could pull it off but he could, with his cropped brown hair and his chocolate eyes.

His lean frame towered over the others, making it easy for her to watch him while she waited for her latte. One simple glance had her visualizing his hard body lying on top of her and his strong hands creeping up her skirt, stroking her until she crippled over in orgasm.

Grande, vanilla, extra-hot latte! The merry voice almost sang the last word.

Becca secured a lid to her cardboard cup and stole one last look. Her legs weakened at the sight of his sly smile. Before she could melt into a puddle, she raced out the double doors into the cool office building's lobby.

As she strutted across the concourse, she tried to tamp down her sexual energy. She focused on the beat of her heels clicking against the granite squares. The fresh aroma of her coffee and milk pulled her back, sending her insides into another tizzy.

Her shoe clicked one last time before she hit the carpet. She pushed the plastic button with the arrow pointing up to summon the elevator. With a hesitant breath, she surveyed the lobby from side to side. Surprisingly, she waited alone.

She sipped down her latte and savored the sweet aftertaste, longing for another type of thick, creamy liquid to coat the back of her throat. She wanted to take a man into her mouth and suck, lick, and stroke until he rewarded her with his heat.

She still held hope she'd get to use the stash of foil packets hidden in her purse. All she wanted was fast and satisfying sex. Was it so difficult for a girl to get laid?

The elevator dinged. When she stepped into the car, she pulled in a deep, calming breath. She used her knuckle to select the forty-seventh floor then took position against the mirrored back wall. She held her cup tight and mindlessly watched the small television screen flashing the daily news.

The silver steel doors closing her in came to an abrupt halt when an arm thrust itself in between them. Her breath caught at the small glimpse of lime green. She had often fantasized about this—an elevator romp with Mr. Sexy. Standing up, bent over, or on the ground. Every time her orgasm was quick and mind blowing.

He stepped in, bringing the fresh aromas of his coffee and his spicy aftershave. After pressing his finger against the number thirty-two, he made his way to the opposite side of the car.

The moment he settled into his spot his eyes locked on her, sending a tingle up and down the length of her body. It intensified when he focused all his attention on her face. Her stomach fluttered, and a rush of heat traveled up her neck to her cheeks.

He rested casually against the wall, his coffee flush against his chest and his black dress pants hugging his tight bottom. Boxers or briefs? She would probably never know.

They rode in