Sexploitation: The Art of Sex, #2

By A.D. McCammon, Amber Danielle and Tinley Blake

Sexploitation: The divine art of using your body to get what you want, no strings attached. 

Why fall in love when you can fall in bed with anyone you like instead? Life has always been easier that way, sleeping with who I wanted when I wanted. No apologies, no shame.

Until I found myself in a battle of wills with my latest hookup.
Elias Jackson is sinfully good looking and infuriatingly stubborn. There's something undeniably sexy about his arrogant confidence. That Alpha energy makes my lady bits tremble.

But he's twenty years older and a single father.

He was supposed to be a fun little conquest, another man to exploit. But he's got me craving more of him with every touch, breaking all my rules just to get another taste.

There's still one thing I'll never give him—my heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.D. McCammon
• Release date: Jul 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201118204

A.D. McCammon

Amber McCammon is a daughter, sister, wife, mother, and avid reader who also happens to write contemporary romance/women's fiction. She currently has three self-published novels, In This Moment, Crushed, and In the Gray. All of which are part of a standalone series. The fourth is expected to release in late 2018.  Amber lives in Tennessee, born and raised, though she recently left her heart in the PNW. She's a Ravenclaw, fall is her favorite season, and she believes that music is food for the soul.

Book preview

Parker

Field trips are a teacher’s version of hell.

Anyone who says otherwise is a damn liar. We’re responsible for keeping up with a hundred kids, making sure nobody does anything stupid. Like jump on a fence and pull on a donkey’s tail.

Cole, what are you doing? I fuss, hating my shrill tone. Take your hands off that fence and get back in line.

We haven’t even made it all the way into the damn farm yet, and these kids are testing my patience. The heat isn’t helping matters, either. It’s already got me sweating like a whore in church, and there’s a fragrant smell of rancid animal shit in the air. This is going to be a long ass day.

I turn back to the class as Cole takes his position in line, and my stomach flips. The last person I expected to see today, or ever again, is standing just a few feet away.

I’m officially in hell.

The chatter of children seems to fade into the background, a mere roaring sound in my ears as he moves closer with a smirk painted across his handsome face.

Well, hello there. His eyes trail over me as he comes to a stop, making my skin hot. You look good, Peach.

Elias Jackson was supposed to be a stop on my best friend Josie’s ‘sexploration’ after her husband cheated on her. But he ended up being ‘a one-night stand that never was’ for me. And the bastard has the nerve to show up here now, looking more fucking delectable than ever.

Elias . . . I roll my eyes at his compliment, hating the way it makes my heart flutter. I wasn’t expecting to see you here today.

It’s been over a year since our date. When Josie called asking me to meet with Elias so he wouldn’t be completely stood up, I didn’t even hesitate. Sure, I thought it was a bit foolish. But she’d already made up her mind. Her heart was set on August. And considering how they’re now the most nauseatingly happy couple in the world, I’d say she made a good call.

I thought everything went so well with Elias that night. Great, even. He was a little disappointed that Josie bailed, which made things awkward at first. We were having a lot of fun together by the end of the date, though. He even ended up coming back to my place for a nightcap. I’d been waiting all night for that man to kiss me, and when he did, it was a toe-curling, orgasm-inducing kind of kiss. Then I tried to pull him toward my bedroom, and he planted his feet.

I’d really like to take you out again, but I’m not sleeping with you. Not yet.

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I don’t get denied. I’m the girl who turns men down, often and without remorse. But his rejection wasn’t even the problem. It was the not yet that put a bad taste in my mouth. I’m not sure what kind of shit he was trying to peddle, but I wasn’t buying it.

He chuckles, those damn dimples making an appearance. I try to make it anytime Grace has a school function. With her momma being gone and all, seems important for me to show up.

Of course. Guilt knots in my gut as I nod my head. I think it’s great that you can be here for her.

Elias told me all about his late wife and her passing during our dinner. Normally, that would’ve been a major red flag, a pretending to go to the bathroom and walking out the back door type of emergency. But my heart went out to him as he talked about the trials of being a single father, all while mourning the loss of her mother and running his own business.

He leans in, his voice low so only I can hear. There may have been another incentive for coming here today.

The intoxicating scent of his cologne washes over me as he pulls away again, clouding my thoughts. His gaze is filled with mischief as it meets mine, as if he knows his closeness is fucking with my head.

Sweet baby Jesus, the man is good-looking.

Thick, dark hair that’s just begging for you to run your fingers through it, a salt and pepper beard on his strong jawline, and chocolate eyes that’ll melt your heart and leave your panties wet.

He may be pushing sixty, but you’d never know it by looking at him in those jeans and biker boots. His tatted arms are on display in the short-sleeve Henley he’s wearing, a tuft of chest hair peeking out. He looks so rugged, strong. Like he could toss me around with ease. It’s sexy as hell.

Elias, Josie calls, saving me before I have the chance to say or do something stupid. She gives him a beaming smile, her hand resting on the small bump of her growing belly. I’m so glad you could make it.

My head swings back and forth between them as I try to figure out what the hell is going on. This heifer knew he was coming and didn’t tell me. She’s disowned. We can no longer be friends. She knows all about what happened with Elias that night, why I never wanted to see him again. Keeping this from me is unacceptable.

I wouldn’t miss it. His eyes twinkle when he glances down at her stomach. Looks like congratulations are in order.

Thank you, Josie gushes, her face glowing. I didn’t think it was in the cards for me at my age. But we couldn’t be more thrilled.

I’m happy for you, he tells her.

Their exchange causes a ping of unwarranted jealousy in my chest. I hate that he was interested in her first.

Josie turns to give me her attention. Elias’s daughter is in my class this year.

My eyes bulge, my teeth grinding. This feels like the type of information she should’ve told me. The fact that she didn’t is very suspect. It’s almost like she wanted me to be ambushed today.

Oh . . . how cool. There’s not even a hint of sincerity in my tone, my eyes glancing back at the kids to make sure no one else has made a break for it. I’d love to chat, but we really need to get everyone inside.

Josie bites back a smile, her eyebrows lifted as she offers Elias a quick wave and returns to her students. She and I will be having a little conversation about being a sneaky little bitch later.

Her co-conspirator doesn’t seem to get the hint, though.

You didn’t return any of my calls, he whispers, walking at my side while I count my kids one more time.

That’s another thing. Josie never should’ve given him my number in the first place. I didn’t speak to her for a week after that. He said all that bullshit about how he really liked me and wanted to take me out again then disappeared for months. Fuck that. And fuck him. And fuck Josie for not having my back.

Because I wasn’t interested in whatever it was you were offering.

He scoffs. Offering?

I nod at my TA, giving her the go-ahead to lead everyone inside before locking my hard glare on him. Look . . . I don’t know what you want from me, but—

Let me clear things up for you, then, he says, his voice low and seductive. I want you.

A thrill shoots through me, my skin tingling, but I plant a look of indifference on my face. Well . . . that’s not happening.

His head tilts as he studies me, a cocky grin on his face. "Oh, darlin’, I wasn’t asking. You will be mine."

Fuck me. Why was that so hot?

There’s something undeniably sexy about his arrogant confidence. That Alpha energy makes my lady bits tremble.

Umm . . . hard pass. I turn and walk away from him, needing to put as much distance as possible between us. And quickly.

Go ahead and run, Peach. He snickers from behind me. I think I might enjoy the chase.

One year ago

Elias

This night has been two years in the making, my first date since my wife died.

Fucking cancer.

If I hadn’t made that stupid promise to her, I wouldn’t be doing this at all. I’m too old for first dates, too settled in my ways. Besides, I’ve got enough on my plate with the bar and my daughter. But Molly didn’t want me to spend the rest of my life alone. Grace was still so young when the end came, and she wanted to be sure our daughter would have a motherly figure in her life.

I scan the restaurant for her red hair one more time, my muscles filling with tension when she’s still nowhere to be found. As if I weren’t already nervous enough, my date is late. Josie didn’t strike me as the type of person who would be late. Or worse, stand someone up. She reminds me a little of Molly, sweet and shy. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to her. Why I decided to take this plunge now.

Just as I’m about to pull out my phone to check on Josie, someone walks up to my table. My eyes lift to find a petite blonde, her bronzed skin on display in the short, strapless dress she’s wearing. Definitely not the woman I’m expecting. There is something familiar about her, though. Probably just a regular at the bar. I spend most nights turning down women like her, throwing their numbers in the trash as soon as they walk away.

Hi there, handsome. Her Southern drawl is endearing, her painted red lips curving into a seductive smile. You look bored. Lucky for you, I’m here now.

She pulls out a chair and takes a seat before I even have a chance to respond, and I can’t help but laugh. Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about telling some random woman to fuck off, but there’s something intriguing about her. I’d kind of like to see where this is going.

So as far as I’m concerned, you have two choices here, she says, her hazel eyes locking on mine.

I