What Happens When Romance Characters Rub One Out?

Rebecca Brooks for Rub One Out Bingo

Fantasies make masturbation more fun. So what do romance characters fantasize about? Or should we say whom? We love a steamy scene where one romance character masturbates while fantasizing about their love interest.

Today Rebecca Brooks shares steamy excerpt from her newest book to help you cross off your #RubOneOutBingo square “read a romance with masturbation scene” AND “read a romance with voyeurism or exhibitionism” squares.

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About Rebecca Brooks

Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than to write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.

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Rebecca Brooks for Rub One Out Bingo

What Do Our Fantasies Tell Us?

What do you think about when rubbing one out? The answer can be absolutely anything. Isn’t that (one of) the best parts about fantasizing? It can be a chance to remember something you’ve done before. Something you wish would happen. Even something you’d never want to do in real life! Fantasies are all about exploration.

What happens when that exploration shows what we’ve been looking for all along?

In Wrong Bed, Right Girl, ballet dancer Talia Lassiter is forced to cohabitate with grumpy DEA Agent Reed Bishop. When this excerpt begins, they’ve already had—amazing—sex once. And then vowed it would never happen again. Neither of them are in a place for a relationship. And living together comes with huge risks if things go sideways.

But sometimes, our bodies know what we want long before we let our minds—and our hearts—catch up. Talia’s about to discover that she’s not the only one fantasizing about the one who’s right under her nose…

About Wrong Bed Right Girl

Wrong Bed Right Girl by Rebecca Brooks
BB note: Before we share Rebecca’s sexy excerpt, here’s more about Wrong Bed, Right Girl,

Falling head-first into the wrong woman’s bed was not how Reed Bishop’s night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhood…with a book. He can’t blame her.

It wasn’t how it seemed—he was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant, who, unfortunately, took off, leaving him to figure out what to do with her friend. Staying in her apartment was no longer safe.

And that’s how he got himself into this mess.

Now she’s sleeping in his bed while he tosses and turns on the couch. There are pink tights in his bathroom. Pointe shoes next to his boots. He swears he won’t touch her like that…but he can’t ignore his fantasies.

As a tattooed, muscled DEA Agent, Reed’s seen some things. Drug dealers, murderers… He can’t let Talia get close. Even though she’s made it clear they’re both fighting the same hunger. And he definitely can’t use his handcuffs on her…no matter how much she begs.

Sexy Excerpt

She yanked her hand out of her pajama pants. She’d barely realized it had gone there of its own accord, thinking of Reed and his tattoos, Reed and his silences, Reed and the way he’d licked her to ecstasy the night before.

Was he okay? She wished she knew for sure if he was settled in and sleeping. Just so she could stop wondering about it.

It wasn’t like she wanted to see him. Not after she’d just been touching her clit fantasizing about him in his bed right after swearing up and down that their little lapse was never going to happen again.

She’d just tiptoe out, take a quick peek, and tiptoe back to the bedroom. They wouldn’t interact. He’d never even know.

But when she slowly, quietly, slid open the door, she froze.

At first it just sounded like breathing, and she was glad because that meant he was definitely there, and definitely asleep, so she could definitely do the same.

But then she listened closer, and it wasn’t breathing. Or it was, but it was heavy breathing. Unsteady breathing. Not the slow rhythm of sleep but something quick and fast and hard. Strained. Held back, but escaping anyway.

She took a quiet step forward on her bare feet, using all her dancer training to tread as lightly as possible, not making a sound.

Then she heard it. A fast, steady shake of the cushions. Fabric moving. Was he—?

No. It couldn’t be. She moved closer.

The sounds were unmistakable now: his hard panting, the work of his hand.

She came up over the couch. His eyes were closed, pinched shut and strained. His T-shirt was pulled up slightly, his sweats pulled down. His cock was thick and hard and full in his hand, and he was pumping it steadily, fondling his balls with one hand while he worked his shaft with the other.

Talia’s heart stopped. Her lungs, too. Everything in her was frozen. This was not what she’d expected to find.

Could she back away without him noticing? Would her legs hold her up that long, or would she collapse into a puddle of want on the floor? Between her thighs was an ache so deep she thought it might break her. He was so, so beautiful, and she couldn’t deny for another second longer that she wanted him so, so much.

But he’d also been so, so clear that she couldn’t have him. He was just releasing some steam, a quick jerk-off before bed. If he’d wanted to sleep with her again, obviously he knew where to find her. All he had to do was knock on the door.

He didn’t want her. He’d said that. She’d heard that. She knew it was true.

But then his lips parted, a faint moan escaping. And he whispered— Oh God, she could have sworn she heard him whisper “Talia” as he stroked his hard cock.

She leaned over him. His eyes flew open wildly as she parted her lips and whispered, “Yes?”

How do Reed and Talia’s hot masturbation fantasies lead to even hotter partnered sex? Keep reading Wrong Bed, Right Girl to find out!

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