Naughty Bits: Too Hot to Print

Praise for Rebecca Chance:

Praise for
Divas:

‘A classic tale of bitchy women fighting their way to the top’
Daily Mirror

‘A bright new star in blockbusters, Rebecca Chance’s
Divas
sizzles with glamour, romance and revenge.
Unputdownable. A glittering page-turner, this debut had me hooked from the first page’

LOUISE BAGSHAWE

‘I laughed, I cried, I very nearly choked. Just brilliant! This has to be the holiday read of the year. Rebecca Chance’s debut will bring colour to your cheeks even
if the credit crunch means you’re reading it in Bognor rather than the Balearics’

OLIVIA DARLING

Praise for
Bad Girls
:

‘Glitzy, hedonistic and scandalous, this compelling read is a real page-turner’
Closer

‘A fun, frivolous read’
Sun

Praise for
Bad Sisters
:

‘I’d definitely recommend this book if you’re looking for a sexy beach read this summer, or you just want to escape into another world for a while – Chance
certainly delivers on all counts!’ ChickLitReviews.com

‘Blistering new bonkbuster’
Sun

‘A gripping and exciting novel’
Closer

‘An explosive read’
Star Magazine

Also by Rebecca Chance

Divas

Bad Girls

Bad Sisters

COMING SOON:

Killer Heels

Bad Angels

First published in Great Britain by Simon and Schuster, 2012
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Copyright © Rebecca Chance, 2012

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Introduction

Carin Fitzgerald, having put her rich old ...

Lola Fitzgerald has been acquitted of the ...

Kicked out of the Tribeca penthouse where ...

Coco

Jodie

Victoria

W
elcome to my naughty bits! If you’ve bought this eBook, firstly, thank you very much indeed. And secondly, you must be one of my readers
who takes pleasure – as it were – in the saucier parts of my novels. Believe me, I love writing them as much as you do reading them. I always have. But with my first novel –
Divas –
neither I, nor my publishers, were sure about exactly how much pure filth worked in a bonkbuster, and though I love that book, I did feel afterwards that there were even more
sexy scenes that could have taken place between some characters. I was regretful that I had never shown Carin having sex – I knew that she would be an absolute bitch to her partner! –
and I also thought that Evie, after she’d broken up with Lawrence, would be very sexually frustrated. Especially working in the Midnight Lounge and then Maud’s, both of which were very
heated atmospheres.

Once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop picturing various scenes. And I also found myself with one more vision of Lola and Niels in their limo, both of them over the moon about
her freedom, charged-up with excitement. It was pretty crazed of me, considering that I had already written
Killer Heels
(out in August) and
Bad Angels
(out in November), but I must
have been on some kind of erotica roll, because as soon as I delivered
Bad Angels
, I found myself starting to imagine Evie, backstage after having performed her mermaid act for the very
first time, and wanting to celebrate . . .

So I did! And you’re about to read the results of my fevered imagination. My editor swallowed hard, but suggested putting the scenes out as an e-book. Come and find me on Facebook, and
tell me what you think of them? Actually, I hope you enjoy reading them even
more
than I enjoyed writing them!

Love

Rebecca Chance xx

As the door closed behind her new personal trainer, Carin was already stripping off her exercise gear and admiring her toned, naked body in the mirror. She was incredibly
horny, despite the disappointment she’d felt on realising that the trainer was gay; she’d thought that not only was she going to get thoroughly laid, but that she would be enjoying the
particular and specific pleasure of putting a new man through his paces, seeing how extensive his experience was. Could he teach her anything at all? That was rarer and rarer, a man who could show
Carin something she didn’t already know. But even the excitement of a new body, a new cock, was enough to give an extra fizz to her sex life.

Well, she’d have to make do with Rico. He might not give her the excitement of fresh meat, but at least he was hung like a horse.

The door of the gym swung open, and there he was, bulked up with muscle, wearing a black t-shirt tucked into black flat-fronted trousers, his uniform. She’d bought this outfit in bulk for
him when she first took him on. Thank God for American stores, they were used to large sizes: Banana Republic made trousers big enough to fit over Rico’s pumped-up thighs and shoulders. And
she wasn’t spending more than Banana Republic money on a jumped-up bouncer.

Because that was what Rico had been when she found him, a bouncer. Now, ostensibly her bodyguard, he was really her dark shadow behind the scenes. Rico did any heavy lifting that Carin needed
done. Buying her drugs when she wanted to get high. Leaning on people she needed leaned on. Finding a nurse who was prepared to kill her husband for a lot of money – and perjure himself about
it for even more money.

‘I thought the new guy was here?’ Rico said, looking confused at being called down here, at the sight of Carin’s nakedness. ‘Or was he no good?’

‘He’s gay,’ she said curtly.

A nasty smile curved Rico’s lips. His many spells in prison hadn’t exactly done anything to curb the homophobia that was rampant in his native Cuban community.

‘You want me to teach him a lesson?’ he asked hopefully.

‘Jesus, no!’ Carin said curtly. ‘Are you nuts? What’s that going to do, stop him liking men?’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Leave him alone, OK. He’s a great
trainer. I don’t want you pulling any stupid shit on him.’

She walked towards Rico, watching their reflections in the huge mirror panels on the walls, enjoying the contrast between them – she was so pale, and Rico, with his Latino colouring and
his black clothes, so dark. When she reached him, she grabbed a handful of t-shirt, pulling it out of his waistband, and shoved one hand down his trousers, feeling for his dick. It was hardening
even as she reached for it.

‘That’s more like it,’ she said with satisfaction.

Holding his dick firmly, feeling it grow and grow in her grasp, she led him across the room to the pull-up machine, enjoying his awkward shuffle as he tried to move fast enough to avoid her
pulling uncomfortably on his penis. The kneeling pad on the machine was down, and she climbed onto it, releasing him as she did so, reaching up to grab the pull-up bars above her.

She spread her long legs, hooking her feet around either side of the metal frame. The leather beneath her bare buttocks, the cold metal at her ankles, were extra stimulation, extra sensation.
She was raring to go, wet and more than ready for the big, slightly curved dick that Rico was pulling out of his trousers. He dived into his pocket for a condom and ripped off the wrapper, working
it hurriedly onto the swollen head of his penis.

‘Fuck me,’ she commanded, looking down at her white-blonde bush, widening her eyes as Rico shoved down his trousers, kicked them away, and approached her, holding his dick, angling
it between her lips, mingling his thick dark mat of pubic hair with hers as she screamed with the initial pain of having something that big shove its way up her. Wet as she was, it always hurt on
the first few strokes, and she always loved that part. Maybe she’d have him put it up her ass next.

And then her contorted mouth twisted into a smile as she thought of an even better idea.

The muscles in her upper arms, already sore, protested as she clung on to the bars above her. Her inner thighs were screaming with the extra work of holding herself in position, tilting her
pelvis up, so that Rico had full access to her pussy, so he could get as far into it as his big dick could go, pumping her with everything he had. He loved to fuck. He wasn’t a sophisticated
lover; his idea of fucking was pumping away, ramming her hard and fast, just like this, no variation. But he could go forever, and Carin had enough imagination for the both of them.

Rico knew what his job was: to be a fucking machine. Carin was the one at the wheel.

And she loved to drive.

Letting go of the bars, she slid herself forward, tilting her pelvis impossibly higher, groaning as Rico’s dick smashed repeatedly against her cervix. She reached her arms around him,
feeling the sweat gathering in the small of his back, running her fingers in it, sliding them down to cup his buttocks. Rico was too engrossed in his work to notice her demonic smile as she clamped
together the second and third fingers of her right hand, worked them down his hairy cleft, paused for a moment, toying with his ass, drawing moans of pleasure from him as she flicked her fingers
around it. Then she shoved both fingers, lubricated with his own salty sweat, up his asshole in one swift, unstoppable, practised movement.

‘Fuck!’ he yelled. ‘Fuck! You fucking bitch!’

‘You fucking
love
it.’ Carin worked her fingers against his prostate, pressing too hard for it to be purely pleasurable. ‘You love it, don’t you?’

‘No, I fucking don’t, you
bitch—
’

He writhed and bucked, but Carin held on tight. She’d trained him up with a thumb first, knowing how much it would humiliate a tight-ass Cuban macho man like him to enjoy a woman shoving
something up his ass: now, for the first time, she’d made him take two fingers. And it wouldn’t end there.

‘You’re almost ready for a strap-on,’ she taunted him, watching the fury in his face, his corded neck straining, a vein popping out on his temple as he kept fucking her, harder
than ever now, his black eyes hard and hot with fury. ‘Come on, give it up, show me how much you love it—’

She hooked her fingers inside him, laughing at him as he gasped at the extreme sensation.

‘You fucking
whore bitch
—’ he moaned, as his body jerked in great spasms, his semen flooding out of him, coming despite himself, filling the condom.

Her other hand between her legs, Carin brought herself off, coming almost immediately. The sight of Rico’s humiliation was the most potent aphrodisiac she could imagine.