Unridden: A Studs in Spurs novel Read Online Free PDF Page B

two of them work on Wall Street. I’m sorry, but men who make the kind of money they were pretending to make do not wear cheap polyester jackets. And those shoes!” Jenna may not know a lot about a lot of things, but she knew clothes and shoes.
    Astrid sighed. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Damn. Where are all the good guys hiding? I probably should have waited around for Tex to get off work instead. He may only be a bartender but at least I knew that upfront.”
    Jenna hated to encourage Astrid’s flirtations with any man any further, but going home with Tex would have been a better plan than picking up two guys on the Internet and inviting them out for drinks. Then maybe, if Astrid were dating Tex, Jenna could at least get some good cowboy dialogue out of listening to him talk.
    “Oh well. I better get back to work. The evil witch is roaming about and I don’t want her to catch me on the phone on a— horror —personal call!”
    Jenna smiled, thankful for not the first time that she didn’t have a boss to report to. But if she didn’t get this new book written, that might not be the case for much longer. Saying goodbye to Astrid, Jenna connected to the airport’s wireless Internet and scrolled through the emails that had accumulated since the night before.
    Amid the junk, one email stood out. Romancing the Romance Reviews . RRR was infamous for being tough. Swallowing hard, Jenna clicked the email open, tapping her foot against the leg of her chair, as the browser seemed to take forever to load. Finally, the review was in front of her.
    Jenna skimmed the summery of the plot from her last release, heading straight to the end. That was always the most important part to read, the reviewer’s opinion, which is when Jenna blurted out a loud “What?” that had the businessman across from her raising an eyebrow.
    Jenna read through the review again, and then again, but it didn’t change anything. The reviewer found the story “fairly entertaining” and the characters “moderately compelling”, but none of that mattered because trumping all the not so complimentary compliments was the one devastating line that overshadowed the rest.
    Unfortunately, I cannot give Ms. Block a rave review nor recommend this book to others because of my disappointment with the sensual scenes, what there were of them, which bored me nearly to tears.
    As Jenna sat in stunned silence, contemplating if her agent had read this review and was ready to dump her because her sex scenes were “boring”, an announcement cut through the air.
    “Attention all passengers on Flight 921 to Tulsa. The flight’s departure has been delayed for an indeterminate amount of time.”
    Can this trip get any worse? Honestly, what else could possibly go wrong?
    A shadow fell across Jenna’s laptop, blocking out the light from the overhead fluorescent bulbs. Her gaze traveled up from the brown scuffed shoes, to the gray polyester pinstripe suit held up by a black belt, and ending finally at the horrendously bad toupee.
    “You traveling alone, sweetie?” The man displayed yellowed teeth with his cheesy, leering grin.
    Jenna stifled a groan. She’d had to ask, and now the answer was obvious. Yes, this trip could indeed get worse. Apparently her hell had only just begun.
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    “Holy fuck.” Mustang hissed in a breath as the woman laying between his splayed thighs scraped her teeth none too gently one last time up his now spent cock. His body twitched as the pleasure and pain mingled and became nearly, but not quite, unbearable.
    “Jeez, you can say that again.” Slade laughed next to him, looking at his own half of the pair of eighteen-year-old best friends they’d picked up. They’d found the girls at a bar after stopping in town to rest for the night.
    Slade’s girl rolled off him to lie on her back, panting from the wild ride Slade had provided. Her silicone-filled tits stood straight up, saluting the ceiling of the trailer.
    Mustang