First book in The Potential Trilogy
Being with the same man since she was 18, 26 year old widow Jazz Mickelson is hoping to catch up on all the life experiences that could have been hers had she not lept into a committed relationship so young.
Julian St. Sauveur is looking for three things: romance, comfort and trust. He mistakenly thought he had them once many years ago. He sees potential for him and Jazz but knows it is too soon for her.
Will she accept his unusual proposition, one that allows him to hold on to her while she catches up on life?...and will she choose him after experiencing all the wonders that await her?
Find out as Jazz and Julian explore their potential...
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Here's a small excerpt, hopefully for your enjoyment!
Julian licked his lips watching her walk away—nice, firm ass, slightly curvy hips, toned thighs. She walked with a smooth, natural sway...sweet! Single and travelling alone no less. He didn't want to come on like a lech but he couldn't help the responsive stirring that resulted from his indecent thoughts combined with the teasing tone of her last comment.
He ordered their drinks then followed her. He leaned against the wall across from the lavatory door and crossed his arms. Hearing the latch open he positioned himself so she had no option—when she opened the door he was directly in front of her, filling up the space. She started to excuse herself and attempt to get by when he quickly put his finger to his lips with a Sssh and then put that same finger to her mouth. He moved her back into the bathroom with a full body press. He felt the small, soft swell of her belly against the tops of his thighs. Her eyes widened as she started to blurt out something but he put his finger back to her lips, all the while moving forward with his hips against her.
"Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Well, that should go without saying, unless you're a complete idiot. After all we are in an airplane and you have no escape. What do you want with me that required this action?"
He quickly reached around and with one hand latched the door to the "occupied" position while using the index finger of the other on her mouth again, gently grazing her lower lip.
"I am intrigued by you—I want to get to know you better."
"And you need to do that in a bathroom?" Her tone was mocking.
"No." There was that chuckle again. "But a bit of privacy is nice to establish the potential.”
"The potential of what?"
"This..." He brought that index finger under her chin, tilted her face up and bent down, softly putting his lips to hers.
He released her. "I had to follow-up on my theory that you tasted as good as you smell, both of which are divine by the way...especially your taste..."
"I'm glad your hypothesis has been confirmed. What now?"
"Well I am going to occupy the bathroom for a bit longer. You will go back to our seats—our drinks should be arriving. While you take that first sip of your dirty martini I will leave you with some potential." He placed her hand on his groin where his erection was beginning to strain his suit pants. She gasped and tried to pull back but he held her there.
"I think you know what I'll be doing while I'm in here...I'll be thinking of your fragrance and your sweet, soft mouth while I relieve myself."
His lips brushed her forehead.
He released her hand, stepped to the side and opened the door smirking the whole time. Jazz looked at her hand, giggled nervously, and peeked out the door praying that no one was paying attention.
She gave Julian a look that said I can't believe you just said and did that and walked towards their seats.
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