Four Degrees: Searching for Mr. Right

By Jane Emery

Desired By Two Men, She Must Make A Choice. Who will fulfill the 4° that separates the prince from the pauper? Charlie Rocco is a sexy columnist for a hipster magazine called "Pink Metal." This hot and horny cougar's life was perfect until the day she caught her husband having an affair. Being a strong and confident woman, she leaves the cheater and goes on a journey to find Mr. Right. She has to decide between the billionaire businessman and the hot, young, tattoo artist. One thing is certain; the man she chooses must want a woman who can take charge in bed. Strong Sexual Content & Graphic Sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jane Emery
• Release date: May 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311512833

Jane Emery

Hey everyone, I'm Jane Emery and I'm an erotica romance author. I love writing fun adventure stories with naughty sex. I'm a huge comic book fan and listen to heavy metal and trip-hop music. My interests range from MMA to geeking out on a Doctor Who marathon. .I love adventure along with fantasy and science fiction, card games and chess, puzzles and anything entertaining. Good food, great friends, the love of animals and looking at the mountains off in the distance bring me joy.Some of my favorite bands include: Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Mastodon, Tool, Russian Circles, Massive Attack, Mogwai, Portishead, Aesop Rock, Handsome Boy Modeling School, Nina Simone and Cab Calloway.Shows & Movies: The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Man of Steel, Star Wars, Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy, Person of Interest, Grimm, Once Upon A Time, Face/Off and, of course, Doctor Who.

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Four Degrees

Searching for Mr. Right

By Jane Emery

Copyright 2016 Jane Emery

Distributed by Smashwords

Table of Contents

1. CAUGHT IN THE ACT

2. MR. INSECURE

3. CHARLIE'S TREASURE CHEST

4. THE CITY BY THE BAY

5. MAIDENS OF METAL

6. FROM FIRST CLASS TO COACH

7. THE SILVER HAIRED FOX

8. ZARAGOZA'S FOR MARGARITAS

9. G-STRINGS AND EXPENSIVE DRESSES

10. TATTOO PLEASE

11. TRENCH COAT COVER-UP

12. FUCK YOUR HUSBAND FIRST

13. JUST SUBMIT TO IT

14. TITTIE TEXT MESSAGE

15. THE GIFT ON THE COUCH

16. NOTHING BUT A MINK COAT

17. WRENCH LIKE A COCK AND BALLS

18. DIVINE CLEANSING

19. THE BITCH IS FINALLY GONE

20. FLAVORLESS FEELING

21. QUICKIE IN THE PRACTICE ROOM

22. CINDERELLA'S SLIPPER

23. THE LAUNDRY IS MORE IMPORTANT

24. LEAVING THE WINDY CITY

25. COMING HOME

26. BREAKING IN THE MATS

27. GRAND OPENING

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CAUGHT IN THE ACT

My name is Charlene Rocco, but everyone calls me Charlie. I'm married to Jonathan Rocco; or to his friends, Rocky. He tells everyone it's because he fights like Rocky Balboa, but that just makes him sound cool.

Lately we have been at the opposite ends of the love spectrum. I'm forty and he is forty-two, we've been married for around sixteen years and they were the best until a couple years ago. We met in a mixed martial arts class. I was attending because grappling and striking are great ways to get a full workout without having to lift a shit-ton of weights. He was there for the same reason, but he also wanted to compete in fights. He could never seem to make the time, then we started dating heavy and he just wanted to work-out with me instead. I'll have to admit that did make me feel important. He was quite the looker and I didn't want his face to turn into hamburger as I've heard many of the fighters put it. When he turned his focus to me everything was going great. We even had the same interest in music and entertainment which made us even more compatible. Going to see a live show was something we both enjoyed.

We were great for each other all the way to the bedroom. I'm a woman who knows what she wants in between the sheets, and I'm not afraid to voice what turns me on. I started pleasuring myself from a very young age and even as a virgin, I was looking forward to breaking my cherry with some kinky sex. I've never been a prude when it comes to positions and I absolutely love deep throating cock. In fact, giving a man head gets me off. I'm a huge fan of swallowing cum and love a stiff hard dick in my tight ass. I could go on and on about the heightened orgasms I have with anal sex. For as confident and horny as I am in the bedroom, I'm absolutely a lady. I wear elegant dresses when going to elegant places, I have a wardrobe that I will classify as sophisticated sexy and even when I'm casual in my comic book or band t-shirt, I make sure it complements my small yet perky breasts as well as my womanly frame. I'm very comfortable with tight-fitting jeans and a pair of Chuck Taylor or Vans.

I write a column for a hipster magazine called Pink Metal. The articles are aimed at women who like a little badass to go along with femininity. Our office is located near the Japanese tea gardens in San Francisco, only a ten-minute walk away. I was born and raised in Central California, let's be real; there is nothing worth going higher than Sacramento, everything is just cattle farms and crops from then up. I moved to Chicago with Jon after I had gotten the job and was lucky enough to have my employer be okay with it. It's a bit of traveling, but I only come in to see my editor once a week. I'm done with our meeting so I'm going to meet up with some friends, a workmate, and my longtime girlfriend Janelle. I'm catching up with her in route to Gianni's Restaurant for mimosas and brunch.

Janelle and I have been friends from the first day of college. I don’t think anyone will ever understand me more than she will. I was hoping it would have been my husband but with everything that has been going on, he is showing me that he is not the one. I though, rather hoped he was going to be. He never touched me other than the ways I wanted him to, never struck or pushed me, never was overly angry with me for anything, not even when I accidentally knocked his prized fish back into Lake Michigan. He just told me that we'll have to eat fast food instead. Lately he has gone off the deep end. I think it was after he woke up one morning and there were fewer hairs on his head than there was the day before. For some reason he doesn't want to do the Bruce Willis thing and shave his head completely, even after I told him that it would be sexy.

He went on some rubbernecking kick, looking at younger girls out of the corner of his eye. I would catch him of course. I wasn't bothered by it, not so much at first, but then it started to get progressively worse. By the next year, he was basically drooling at them right in front of me. Every so often I would hear a lusting remark from him. Still, at this point I was not afraid of his wondering eye or sexual remarks. I may not be the coat-rack supermodel, but I know I look damn good for my age. There are women who are fifteen years younger that wish they could look this fine. I found a gym to continue my MMA workout, so I have nothing to worry about.

It wasn't until he said the one thing I didn't want to hear from his insecurity, "We should take her home with us." Now the way he said it was not mean and insulting mind you. He knows I had one encounter with a female, but to think that will get you a threesome because you don't want to get old, is flat-out ridiculous. Because he was my husband, I had told him about the one-night Janelle and I had after a couple bottles of wine. We are both very sexual and have always told each other, what we call War Stories; because great sex is like a powerful fight between two willing participants. That one night we were both curious and trusted each other completely. I am not afraid of my own body so why should I be afraid of my friends? We had a great experience and found pleasure in each other's touch, but it was just not what we wanted. The best way to describe how I felt after is; her elegant finger in my ass made me really want to try it with a nice hard man.

From that moment, my Rocky, the man who gave up the dream of becoming a fighter for me, was no longer the man I could love. I will have to say that I'm still not afraid of other naked women; I just don't see the reason to bring another female into our love making. I am more than willing to be everything he could ever want in the bedroom. He is after all the only man who has been able to satisfy my anal desire, but no longer. I want a man in there, but he lost my interest when everything I do to please him was no longer enough.

I see Janelle walking out of her building. She is a matchmaker, but funny enough, she is single. She says it's because she's too busy playing the field; one of those, Why eat the same cereal every morning when you can get the milk for free kind of ladies. I've always looked at it as As long as I'm eating cereal and drinking milk every day, I'm satisfied. When Jon and I were at our best for those beginning years, I had more sex than I ever had single, and I had a lot of sex when I was single. It was never about how many guys I could bag, quite a few I will say, but it is more about the quality of the sex and how often. Janelle, not so much, she got as much tail as I did, but she would be a little more particular in her choices. At the bar all she goes after are the hot ones and sure, who wouldn't like to bang the cute guy. As for me, the dude looking like he will wear me as a feed bag is my first choice. Getting mine is more important than who gives it to me. That is probably the only place she and I differ, but it's something I can live with, and so can she.

Janelle and I make our way inside the busy restaurant and are greeted by the hostess that takes us to the booth the two friends are sitting at. I take a seat next to Ally, while Janelle sits across from me and next to Sonya.

You girls are going to need to catch up, I'm already on my second drink, says Ally. She has two umbrellas sitting next to an empty hurricane glass and she is about to take her last sip through the thick straw.

"How long have you girls been waiting? I ask.

Sonya looks at her Rolex. It's only been about ten minutes.

Don't mean to be rude but I've got to use the little girl's room. These drinks are going right through me. Oh, by the way, make sure to order me another round when you place yours, says a slightly tipsy Ally.

Dude, what's up with that girl? Janelle asks Sonya.

"She's been waiting on a text from Mr. gorgeous. You remember that guy Dillon with the six pack abs, well that's the one she wants. I think he's rather pointless. The only thing the guy has going for him are his looks.

Fuck that guy, there's more than one man in an ocean of fish. Janelle always knows how to say it tactfully.

The waiter comes over to see if we would like something to drink. Janelle and I place an order for