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  Southern Hotshot

  A North Carolina Highlands Novel

  Jessica Peterson

  Contents

  Also by Jessica Peterson

  Follow Me, Y’all!

  Chat #1

  1. Emma

  2. Emma

  3. Samuel

  4. Samuel

  5. Samuel

  6. Emma

  Chat #2

  7. Emma

  8. Samuel

  9. Emma

  10. Samuel

  11. Emma

  12. Samuel

  13. Emma

  14. Samuel

  15. Samuel

  16. Emma

  Chat #3

  17. Samuel

  18. Emma

  19. Emma

  20. Samuel

  21. Samuel

  Chat #4

  22. Emma

  23. Samuel

  24. Emma

  25. Samuel

  26. Emma

  27. Samuel

  28. Emma

  29. Samuel

  30. Emma

  31. Samuel

  32. Emma

  33. Samuel

  34. Emma

  35. Samuel

  Chat #5

  36. Emma

  Epilogue

  Thank You!

  Southern Seducer Excerpt

  Also by Jessica Peterson

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Jessica Peterson

  THE NORTH CAROLINA HIGHLANDS SERIES

  Beards. Bonfires. Boning.

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  Southern Seducer (NC Highlands #1)

  Southern Hotshot (NC Highlands #2)

  Southern Sinner (NC Highlands #3)

  THE CHARLESTON HEAT SERIES

  The Weather’s Not the Only Thing Steamy Down South…

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  Southern Charmer (Charleston Heat #1)

  Southern Player (Charleston Heat #2)

  Southern Gentleman (Charleston Heat #3)

  Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat #4)

  THE FLINGS WITH KINGS SERIES

  Royal. Ridiculously Hot. Totally Off-Limits…

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  Royal Ruin (Flings With Kings #1)

  Royal Rebel (Flings With Kings #2)

  Royal Rogue (Flings With Kings #3)

  THE STUDY ABROAD SERIES

  Studying Abroad Just Got a Whole Lot Sexier…

  A Series of Sexy Interconnected Standalone Romances

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  Lessons in Love (Study Abroad #1)

  Lessons in Gravity (Study Abroad #2)

  Lessons in Letting Go (Study Abroad #3)

  Lessons in Losing It (Study Abroad #4)

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  Chat #1

  Monday March 13 11:48 PM EST

  **LadyV85 has accepted your chat request**

  **LadyV85 is now in the chat room**

  MyBoyBlue4: You come here often to have sex with strangers on the internet?

  LadyV76: Yes. This your first time?

  MyBoyBlue4: How’d you know?

  LadyV76: I can spot a cybersex virgin from a mile away. You’re in good hands.

  MyBoyBlue4: I get the feeling I might be. Part of the reason I reached out to you. Also, your Tumblr is really fucking hot. You gonna show me the ropes, sweetheart?

  LadyV76: Only if you never call me sweetheart again.

  MyBoyBlue4: Yes ma’am.

  LadyV76: Tell me what you want.

  MyBoyBlue4: You cut to the chase. I like that. As far as what I want…something different. Something real.

  LadyV76: Sex that says something.

  MyBoyBlue4: Yeah. Yeah, I like that idea.

  LadyV76: Let’s set some ground rules real quick. First, I don’t chat with married men.

  MyBoyBlue4: I’m not married. Are you?

  LadyV76: No. You okay with sending each other pics? No faces, no sharing outside this chat, and no cheating, e.g., sending me a pic of a dick that isn’t yours.

  MyBoyBlue4: My dick’s already on the internet, so I got nothing to lose. Sure.

  LadyV76: Good story?

  MyBoyBlue4: Yeah. Maybe if you’re nice I’ll tell it to you one day. Wait, I actually don’t want you to be nice.

  LadyV76: Good, because I’m not. You okay with kink? Role play? Any hard limits?

  MyBoyBlue4: Yes, yes, and no. Only request is that you push my limits. I’m bored. Give me something I haven’t seen yet.

  LadyV76: Open-minded. I like it. Safe word is RED if I go too far.

  MyBoyBlue4: Got it.

  LadyV76: Any other questions?

  MyBoyBlue4: What does *your* sex say?

  LadyV76: It says I know what I want. And I want you to take your dick out of your pants and send me a picture. Right. Fucking. Now.

  MyBoyBlue4: Wow. Lol okay.

  LadyV76: You’re already hard, aren’t you?

  MyBoyBlue4: [Sends picture of his erect dick in his hand]

  LadyV76: You’ve got a gorgeous dick, Blue. And look at that yummy drop of precum right there. Don’t touch it. Take off your shirt.

  MyBoyBlue4: Already off. Why can’t I touch?

  LadyV76: Because I fucking said so. I’m your college professor. You’re my student. My innocent, impressionable student who’s twenty years younger than I am. You’ve come to my office for help with an assignment. I tell you I’ll help, but only if you eat my pussy.

  MyBoyBlue4: That’s so wrong and so hot.

  LadyV76: I’ve been listening to a lot of Van Halen recently.

  MyBoyBlue4: Whaaaattt? Jump was my jam for years.

  LadyV76: So you whip out your cock because you’re young and stupid, and I’ve been turning you on all semester. But that’s not what I asked you to do. So I slap you across the face.

  MyBoyBlue4: Hell yes! I mean, ouch.

  LadyV76: And then, just to tease you, I lean down and lap up your precum with slow, firm strokes of my tongue. Mimic those strokes with your thumb. Get yourself nice and slick. Imagine your cock g
listening with my spit. You groan, but I tell you to shut the fuck up because we can’t get caught.

  MyBoyBlue4: Can I just say this is already the best sex I’ve had in forever?

  LadyV76: You cannot because I didn’t ask. Tell me how my tongue feels.

  MyBoyBlue4: It feels…ah…really good I’m typing with one hand god I wanna fuck you

  LadyV76: Don’t make me slap you again. Get your hand off your dick. I stand and lean back against my desk, sitting on the edge. I’m wearing a pencil skirt and heels.

  MyBoyBlue4: What do I doooo?

  LadyV76: I reach up. Play with your nipple. Are you playing with your nipple? Then I tilt my chin and lick it. I like to lick you. You taste…clean. You tell me you like my instruction.

  MyBoyBlue4: I sure as hell do Professor. I’m REALLY hard.

  LadyV76: You come, and I’ll slap you again. Didn’t I just tell you to take your hand off your dick?

  MyBoyBlue4: You’re killing me. Fine I’m playing with my nip. Feels nice.

  LadyV76: You’ve never eaten pussy before, so I have to tell you how to do it. I hike up my skirt and spread my legs. I’m wearing…hmm, a red lace thong. You weren’t expecting that. I pull it to the side and show you my pussy. I tell you to get on your knees and lick my clit. You obey, finally, and you actually do a pretty decent job.

  MyBoyBlue4: Please tell me you’re as close to coming as I am. Your pussy is BEAUTIFUL. I want it.

  LadyV76: Too bad it’s not yours to have. I’m touching myself now.

  MyBoyBlue4: I bet I got you wet. Really, really wet. You like that I listen. You like that I’m hard for you.

  LadyV76: I do. Bet you want to put that cock where you mouth is right now.

  MyBoyBlue4: Like you even need to ask.

  LadyV76: But I didn’t. I grab your hair and pull it. You groan against my pussy, and I pull your hair again. We CANNOT get caught. Do you like the pain?

  MyBoyBlue4: YES

  LadyV76: We just might have a natural submissive on our hands.

  MyBoyBlue4: Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying something new.

  LadyV76: That’s sexy.

  MyBoyBlue4: I know.

  LadyV76: Cocky?

  MyBoyBlue4: Yes.

  LadyV76: Not with me. I show you how to finger me. How to hit my G-spot while eating me out. You get into it. Kissing me. Sucking my clit. I’m falling back on the desk now, I’m spread out wide and you can’t get enough of it. Tell me how I taste.

  MyBoyBlue4: ?

  LadyV76: C’mon. Use that imagination.

  BoyBlue4: You taste…like that first fall morning. You know the one, that day when the summer heat has finally broken and you can sleep with the windows open. Air is crisp and the fire is going. Pun not intended but hopefully appreciated.

  LadyV76: Wow.

  MyBoyBlue4: What?

  LadyV76: I like that image. Just wasn’t expecting it from a guy with a screen name from Old School.

  MyBoyBlue4: Hey. Just because I’m good-looking doesn’t mean I don’t have depth.

  LadyV76: *eye roll*

  [Pause]

  MyBoyBlue4: Someone just came, didn’t she?

  LadyV76: I always come first. My way of evening out the karmic scales. You know, making up for all those female orgasms that never happened but should have.

  MyBoyBlue4: Interesting.

  LadyV76: What?

  MyBoyBlue4: I think my cockiness turns you on, Professor.

  LadyV76: Hmm.

  MyBoyBlue4: I won’t push it because I know that praising someone else’s boldness may not be kosher for an alpha like yourself. But food for thought.

  LadyV76: Put your hand back on your cock. I want you to come on my stomach. I tell you to stand, and you do. I grab your dick and give it a hard tug. You thrust into my hand, hanging your head. I thumb your slit.

  MyBoyBlue4: I push up your shirt.

  LadyV76: You taste me in your mouth, don’t you?

  MyBoyBlue4: Crisp and sweet. Yes.

  LadyV76: I keep tugging. Faster. It has to be fast, or we’ll get caught. I want to know your cum is on my skin when I go to my next meeting.

  [Pause]

  MyBoyBlue4: Fuck. So fucking good.

  LadyV76: When was the last time?

  MyBoyBlue4: I already told you I’m new to this.

  LadyV76: No. I mean when was the last time you were honest about what you wanted?

  MyBoyBlue4: You sure as hell don’t hold any punches.

  LadyV76: One of the things you like about me.

  MyBoyBlue4: I like you?

  LadyV76: You’ll be back for more.

  MyBoyBlue4: You free tomorrow? I can do late.

  LadyV76: No, but the day after I am. Monday is my day off.

  MyBoyBlue4: Mine too. You work in a restaurant?

  LadyV76: I don’t share details about my personal life.

  MyBoyBlue4: You have a lot of rules.

  LadyV76: You don’t have enough. Ever consider that having rules not only keeps you in line but also makes the experience of breaking them that much more of a turn-on?

  MyBoyBlue4: Christ.

  LadyV76: What?

  MyBoyBlue4: I’m hard again. I’m hot for you, teacher.

  Chapter One

  Emma

  He’s a coworker, not a conquest.

  But damn if Samuel Beauregard isn’t exactly my type. Big. Broad.

  Bold.

  I try not to stare as I approach the man standing outside The Barn Door restaurant. An Internet search told me the former star quarterback is six-five and two-hundred-sixty pounds. Pictures of him dwarfing pretty much everyone he’s ever been photographed with were all over Google: teammates, girlfriends, even his three brothers, all of whom played professional football too.

  In real life, though, my new coworker and kinda-sorta boss looks massive. Standing beside the restaurant’s entrance with his hands clasped in front of him, I notice how his shoulders and thighs strain against the fabric of his sharply cut suit.

  His lavender suit. It sports a daring white-and-purple check pattern that would scream Barney the Friendly Dinosaur on anyone else. But on Samuel, it works. His enormous physical presence lends the whole getup a gravitas it wouldn’t otherwise have.

  And while the suit is not at all subtle, the accessories he wears with it are: crisp white button-down, black Gucci loafers (the classic black ones), wildly expensive but understated platinum Patek Philippe watch that peeks out from his sleeve.

  Interesting. He dresses to impress, that much is clear. He’s flashing dollar signs left and right, but he’s also flashing a willingness to experiment. To get the balance of bling and business just right.

  To try new things, as Blue so succinctly put it last night.

  I like that idea.

  Something I don’t like? The way Samuel glowers at me. I get closer, my heels crunching on the neatly kept gravel path, and he actually scowls. His blue eyes are cold.

  Thankfully, the man standing next to him—his brother Beau—offers me a much warmer welcome.

  “Emma! You’re finally here.” He takes my hand and gives it a firm shake. “Only took me, what, two years to convince you to come up to Blue Mountain?”

  I grin, my chest lighting up with pride. “Had to get that Master Somm diploma first.”

  He grins too. “I’m glad you passed. It’s an honor to have you.”

  “It’s an honor to be here. Heading Blue Mountain’s wine program is a dream job, and I can’t wait to get started.”

  Beau nods at his brother. “This is Samuel. As the director of our food program, he’ll be your partner in crime in all things culinary. You two will be the co-heads who take the resort’s food and beverage programs to the next level.”

  Samuel grunts. “We’ll see.”

  Beau cuts him a look that I’m guessing says play nice or else. It makes me wonder what the hell Samuel’s deal is. Is he gunning for the wine job too? Or does he not think they need me here?r />
  I stiffen my spine. Not exactly the welcome I was hoping for from my new co-head.

  Holding out my hand, I say, “Nice to meet you, Samuel. I’m Emma Crawford.” I don’t force cheeriness into my voice because, well, I don’t need to. If he wants to be a dick, fine. He’s not the first asshole I’ve worked with, but hopefully he’ll be the last. “I look forward to working together.”

  I don’t, his expression says. Yep, can read that one loud and clear.

  My training as a sommelier has made my nose extra sensitive, so it’s not surprising that I catch a whiff of his cologne. I pick up notes of graphite. Wet granite. A heavy hit of saccharine spice. It’s expensive and not at all subtle, just like his outfit.

  Still, it doesn’t stop the bolt of electricity from darting up my arm when his hand engulfs mine. The warmth of his palm is a startling counterpoint to the ice in his eyes.

  Eyes that flash, just for a second. Just long enough for me to think he felt the electricity too.

  The space between us thrums, but I try to ignore it. I’m not here to get laid. I’m here at Blue Mountain Farm to make my dreams come true.

  Besides, I have Blue for sex. I usually chat with several partners at once, but lately, the proverbial well has run dry. So for now, I’m unintentionally monogamous with Blue.

  “Right,” he says, and drops my hand.