{"product_id":"2940149308811","title":"The Caspari Encounters Book Three: Unclothed","description":"When Samantha Vichy arrived for work in the morning, she was not at all prepared and not at all dressed for the assignment about to be thrust into her lap. Often neglecting her personal needs and languishing in her professional life, she is far from the model emissary of high society. Yet following the illness of a coworker, she finds herself serving as the impromptu hostess of a visiting intellectual, Nobel laureate Adrian Caspari. What begins as an intimidating professional encounter soon blossoms into much more as she comes to learn the true identity of a man half the world admires through the letters on a page. In the wake of realizing their feelings for each other in 'Intoxicated,' will Samantha and Adrian find what they desire at the end of their limo journey? Will they discover something deeper than initial physical attraction or will they encounter the all-too-common obstacles to deepening intimacy? Surely there will be a bit of everything in this hot and steamy third installment of 'The Caspari Encounters'.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I have been behaving very poorly today,\" I said at last.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I do not want you to think so.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI laid a lingering hand on his bicep. \"That's alright. I know I have. I'm just easily flustered sometimes. I usually have a pretty boring life, to be honest. I don't catch many breaks.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Am I a break that you have caught?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI sighed a sad little sigh. \"Ask me tomorrow.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You mean when I am gone?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What else?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe echoed my sigh and his eyes clouded slightly. \"Come back and lie next to me,\" he entreated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI obeyed, rolling over and nestling back against him as I had been. He accepted me back into his embrace and kissed me gently on the shoulder and neck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Tomorrow is sometimes a very bad word,\" he agreed. \"It is a particularly bad word when it damages today also.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Maybe I will stop thinking about it in a moment.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Perhaps I can help.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI turned around to face him, unsure exactly what he meant. He kissed me, then. His lips no longer felt exotic on mine. The places where our bodies met no longer had the feel of an international border. I clung to him, as though I could squeeze out all air between every inch of my body and his. I suddenly wanted to be so close to him that I would not have to breathe for myself, but instead allow the movements of his chest to usher air in and out of my lungs by external pressure. I did not want my heart to beat. I wanted the pulse in his flesh to massage the blood through my veins. My eyes were closed and I thought perhaps if I were close enough to him, I would begin to see through his eyes. Perhaps the electric signals of his optic nerve would leap across the distance, if I could make the distance small enough, and I would never have to open my own eyes again. If only all my organs could become redundant to his and fall away. I would simply be attached to him and never move again, never speak again. That would be enough for me, I thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut then he removed an arm from around me, distanced himself a little, and ran the freed hand down my side. His thumb ran gently across my stomach and his digits lingered upon my hip. He stroked gently from my round buttock, down across my front, and his fingers brushed lightly against my sensitive mound. It was a tactile survey, as though he were staking a claim for what was his. The movement produced only a delicate sensation, but in my absorbance in his presence it was enough to make me glad again that we possessed two bodies. I was glad that I was who and what I was, that I could experience who and what he was. I was glad that my parts and his parts were not transfused but lay against each other, complimentary, their heat coming from different sources and our skin producing friction against each other’s. He pulled his mouth from mine, gently biting my lower lip and pulling it away before releasing it. \"This is what I can do to make you forget,\" he said. I rolled onto my back and he moved above me.\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"The Red Spot Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47168657588464,"sku":"2940149308811","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149308811_p0.jpg?v=1763722234","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149308811","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}