The Gee Spot

What happens when a former high school geek crosses paths with the prom queen? Plenty, when the geek is now a gorgeous billionaire and the prom queen owns a sex toy company, The Gee Spot. But the prom queen has trouble with her own G spot and the geek exploits her problem -- and her -- to exact a satisfying revenge...for both of them.TO MY we were the jock or the brain, the prom queen or the drama queen, high school memories still can have a big impact on what we do as adults. I enjoyed writing about A.J. and Hayley, not quite friends in high school, and so much more than friends when they're all grown up. Hope you enjoy their story, too!ABOUT THE Varano has hordes of virile men and strong but luscious women in her head, all clamoring to escape and realize their destinies. It makes for some interesting headaches until she sets them free to fulfill their fantasies and those of her readers. In addition to highly sensual, and somewhat kinky, erotic romance, Mia writes nail-biting romantic suspense as Carol Ericson. she alone of the honorees remained at the table. With a smile playing about his lips, Jones's dark eyes pierced her, as if he could see into her very soul and the view amused him."Our last award recipient of the evening, Ms. Hayley Grant, single-handedly established The Gee Spot."�The room erupted in laughter as Hayley's cheeks grew warm. She clenched her teeth to hold her smile in place. She didn't understand why his words affected her so deeply. She'd encountered every double entendre known to mankind. Why did she suddenly feel like a schoolgirl caught with her mom's vibrator?Jones waited for the chuckles to subside. "The Gee Spot, of course, is the hottest line of sex toys on the market. The company does most of its business online but has boutiques in London, Paris, and Rome, and has even arrived in Middle America with a new shop in a Kansas City mall."�Hayley relaxed her grip on her napkin and exhaled as Jones reeled off her company's impressive sales statistics. "Please give a round of applause to our fifth award recipient, Hayley Grant, the woman who insists on quality testing every item she sells."�The blood thumped in Hayley's ears, drowning out the applause. Who the hell did he think he was? She thought this recognition tonight would give her parity with the legitimate businesswomen in the room. A.J. Jones just skewered that with his insulting jokes.She pushed away from the table and stumbled to her feet. The unsteadiness of her gait owed nothing to her five-inch heels. After tripping over the first step to the stage, she squared her shoulders. She'd tell A.J. Jones to take that award and use it as a butt plug. Her heels clicked across the stage until she faced him.His gaze, hard beneath half-lidded eyes, tracked up and down her body. Power hung about him like a mantle, but she stoked the burning embers of her anger to prevent herself from melting into a puddle at his feet.While he handed her the award, a crystal pyramid, he extended his other hand. She gripped it in her best ball-breaking handshake and ground out through clenched teeth. "How dare you make a fool of me?"�His large hand engulfed hers as he squeezed back, but it didn't hurt. Instead his firm grip sent a river of sweet honey coursing through her veins. His eyes dropped to her chest, which rose and fell. Her traitorous nipples hardened and poked against the silk fabric of her dress.