Misbehaving. Tiffany Reisz
Wanted: Adventurous, open-minded man willing to try…anything…
As a popular sex blogger, Beatriz gets paid to have orgasms. So being on deadline the week of her sister's wedding isn't as rough as it sounds. There's just one hitch: Bea's assignment is to write a review of a sex position manual, but she doesn't have a plus-one to play with.
The good news: Ben, the one who got away back in college, is also attending stag—and he's as temptingly gorgeous as ever.
The bad news: Ben turned down Bea's offer of graduation-night sex five years ago.
The best news: He's not planning on making the same mistake twice….
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Dedicated To…
Kenneth Branagh, who showed me how sexy Shakespeare could be.
Dear Reader,
Every writer remembers when she first discovered how much fun Shakespeare was. A field trip to see A Comedy of Errors in high school changed my life. Shakespeare wasn’t just fun and funny—he was dirty, too! My kind of guy! As soon as I had the premise for Misbehaving (a sex toy blogger has to find a man ASAP so she can review a sex position manual) I realized I had a classic comedy-of-errors plot just like my favorite Shakespeare play, Much Ado About Nothing.
I hope you enjoy my modern erotic retelling of Much About Nothing, starring Ben and Beatriz—two feisty lovers who are “too wise to woe peaceably” but wise enough to get each other in bed as often as humanly possible.
Happy reading!
Tiffany Reisz
P.S. Original Sinners fans—keep your eyes peeled for an inside joke only you Sinners will get.
P.P.S. My deepest apologies to The Bard.
Misbehaving
Tiffany Reisz
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
Contents
With apologies to the Bard…
Chapter One
Something vibrated in Beatriz’s bed. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence, except that when vibrating happened in her bed, Beatriz was usually in the bed. She heard the buzzing from her bathroom and sighed.
“Don’t be John,” she said as she raced from the bathroom to the bed and started digging through her sheets. “I don’t have time for you today….”
She found her phone and glared at the screen.
“Me estás jodiendo?” she swore when she saw the name “John the Bastard” pop up on her screen. With a sigh she took the call, knowing he’d keep calling until she answered.
“John, I turned in everything three days ago.”
“I know, I know,” he said, sounding uncharacteristically apologetic. “But I need you.”
“I don’t like hearing those words from any man I’m not sleeping with.”
“Are you hitting on me, Bea?”
Beatriz sighed heavily into the phone and hoped it created ear-splitting feedback on the other end of the line.
“My cab is on its way right now,” Beatriz said. “I’m spending a week in Essex for my sister’s wedding. I don’t have time for this.”
“Not my problem,” he said, sounding like the old John the Bastard she knew. “Angie just called. Her column’s going to be late.”
“New boyfriend?”
“Medical crisis, Bea. Have some sympathy.”
“What’s her problem?”
“Carpal tunnel syndrome from too much masturbating.”
“Occupational hazard. I have no sympathy.”
“Bea, behave.”
“You’re stuttering, John.”
“Look, I’ll leave you alone. But I need a thousand words from you this week to fill Angie’s slot.”
“As much as I’d love to fill Angie’s slot, I’m a little busy this week doing wedding stuff with my family. Remember when I emailed you six months ago and said ‘Leave me alone the last week in August because my only sister is getting married’?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I did. Family wedding time is not really the best time to be trying out new sex toys, okay?”
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency. And you don’t have to try out new toys. You can do a book review.”
Beatriz sighed.
“A book review? I don’t get orgasms doing book reviews.”
“You have to write me something, Bea.”
“Fine. As long as Angie promises to return the favor sometime.”
“Does this mean you’ll have at least a thousand words for me in my inbox by Sunday night?”
“Sometimes I think I’m kinky because I fantasize about slapping you. And then I realize I really just want to slap you.”
“Beatriz,”