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Learning the Ropes

A Sex Sells Story

By Kim Dare

Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Resplendence Publishing, LLC

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Daytona Beach, FL 32118

Learning the Ropes

Edited by Christine Allen-Riley and Jason Huffman

Cover art by Les Byerley, www.les3photo8.com

Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-512-0

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infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable

by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Electronic Release: May 2012

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product

of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,

places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Because everyone’s education needs to start somewhere.

Chapter One

Bloody hell!

For some reason Floyd Davies had assumed that since he’d seen Mr. Ingram stomping

around SKIN Designs on quite a few occasions, he’d known what he should expect when

showing up to a meet with the man somewhere other than at the office.

He’d been mistaken—one-hundred-million percent mistaken. Nothing could have

prepared himself for the sight of Mr. Ingram damn near filling the doorway leading into the club.

Floyd’s gaze slowly descended from a point at his own eye level—somewhere around

collarbone height on Mr. Ingram. Perhaps if the other man had been wearing a shirt Floyd would

have had a chance at keeping his composure. As it was, he’d been lost before he’d even begun.

Floyd’s attention slipped down over a very well muscled chest.

Dark brown hairs formed an inverted triangle on Mr. Ingram’s pecs. Floyd followed

those hairs as they thinned out and morphed into a tempting happy trail leading to the waistband

of a pair of leather trousers—tight leather trousers. Trousers so well worn-in that they molded

themselves to his body and showed off the outline of his cock to perfection.

Floyd’s gaze drifted lower still, until he reached the highly polished toes of Mr. Ingram’s

boots.

“Do you speak or do you just stare?”

Floyd jerked up his gaze. He had to tilt back his head to have any chance of actually

looking the other man in the eye.

“Mr. Ingram?” Floyd managed, with only a slight quiver in his voice.

“Yes.” That was it. Mr. Ingram didn’t say another word; he just folded his arms across

his chest and stared down at Floyd as if he was some strange little bug he’d discovered beneath a

rock at the seashore.

Kim Dare - Sex Sells 3 - Learning The Ropes.pdf