Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author
suggests reading Strip Me Bare first.
respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers
hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body.
is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart
liquid slide into her mouth.
can’t believe I just did that.
can’t believe she just let me.
the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break
apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares
up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before lean down and press
my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue
against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but
I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, they way she smells.
something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing
Mac will look after our drinks.
rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing
myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in
sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then
finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her
waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly
get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck
keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart,
thoughts, and pulse to race.
drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and
caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my
neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving
to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of
her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She
gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her
bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking
her, grinding against her.
in my ear.
clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me
they’re gone? Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s
life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave
her heart to, her soul to, and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him
dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male revues as Jack the Stripper.
serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her
again. But being together has its costs,
and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle.
she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York
clink as Ryan pushes them aside, “after you.”
I walk under an orange spotlight, into a small space with a white
leather couch deep enough to lie on and walls a warm golden yellow.
against mine. My mind races.
with another woman. Quite possibly in this same room doing God only knows
explained it in words, but I need to experience it to truly understand.
separating us is a whisper of air.
gaze jumping between his eyes and his chest.
You’re the only woman I want to touch now. The others, like you saw before,
it’s just an act. A business transaction. It’s what I have to do to get what I
up at him.
unbuttoned and dangling open. “I won’t lie to you Alana, I’ll never lie to
you,” his tone is hard, but seductive. “I do like the attention. But it’s not
real. It’s my job to sell attractiveness and fantasy, and I do it well. But
that’s all it is, fantasy and I know it. When I’m with you, that’s my real.”
can’t help but find the irony in his words; I’m exactly to him what he is to
me. Two people one and the same, both living a double life to get what they
want; a future and each other.
away shaking his head no. “In this room, it’s all about you,” he walks around,
stopping right behind me. “You have to tell me what you want Alana,” he
whispers in my ear and I almost go limp, the sound of his voice is erotic as
because truth be told, I have no freakin’ idea what I want. At least, not in
feel my hesitation.
time or feeling of enjoyment or amusement.
in You Arms Tonight (Club Remix)- Cutting Crew
Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a
young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as
many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her
twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of
interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with
her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.