Alluring Stranger

Taboo: Alluring Stranger Jaymie Holland

Copyright 2011 Jaymie Holland

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Also by Jaymie Holland

Taboo Series Taking it Home Losing Control Alluring Stranger Taboo Desires: 3 Tales of Lust and Passion Paranormal Novels The Touch Come to Me

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Taboo Desires Excerpt… Taboo: Losing Control Excerpt… Taboo: Taking it Home Excerpt… The Touch Excerpt… Come to Me About Jaymie For Jaymie’s Readers

Chapter 1

She never dreamed she’d find such an amazing man on an online dating site. Stevie Farrell sat at her desk with her chin propped in her hand, her elbow on the desk in front of her keyboard. She stared at the spreadsheet on her computer screen without actually seeing it. Her corner cubicle was private enough that she could do a little day dreaming, something she found herself doing more and more often these days. Something that was totally unlike her. Seth was incredible. Perfect for her, in fact. Perhaps too perfect? This is stupid. No one can really be like Seth. No. She shook her head as she argued with herself. He’s genuine and real. She’d gotten to know him so well over the past couple of weeks that she felt like she’d know him on the street even if she was blindfolded. Okay, that was a little silly, but in her heart she knew that she’d recognize what was inside Seth. Would he like the way she looked when they actually met for the first time? She wasn’t perfect… Far from it. “Knock. Knock.” She startled at the sound of a female voice behind her and she turned her office chair so fast that she almost tipped it over. Relief made her relax when she saw Kerri, elegant as ever, standing at the entrance to the cubicle. Now if anyone was perfect, it would be Kerri. Stevie rested her forearms on the armrests and tipped her chair back as she smiled at her friend. “Who’s there?” “Banana.” Kerri entered the cubicle, set her purse on Stevie’s desk, and sat up against the desktop. “Left the office early so I thought I’d stop by and see if you want to hit the sale at Nordstrom’s this evening.” “Sure.” Stevie wouldn’t be talking with Seth until eight so she’d be home in plenty of time. “Good.” Kerri braced her palms on the desk to either side of her. As always, her clothing

was perfect without a single wrinkle. She had a sophisticated presence but she was down to earth and genuine. “So how’s it going with that guy you’ve been talking with online?” “It’s been great.” Stevie crossed her legs at her knees. “One of these days I’ll get to meet Seth in person.” Hopefully sooner rather than later. Kerri tilted her head to the side. “D.C. is pretty far from San Diego.” “Too far.” With a sigh, Stevie tipped farther back in her chair. “But couples have long distance relationships all of the time. With my work schedule, maybe it’s better this way.” “You keep telling yourself that.” Kerri smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from her slacks. “In the meantime your social life sucks. You should join the girls and me for ladies night Saturday. You don’t need to be home every night talking with a guy who you don’t know if you’ll ever meet.” “Well…” Stevie paused. Going out with the girls would cut into her online time with Seth. Kerri frowned. “Stevie, you can’t spend all of your time with your online guy. It’s important that you get out now and then.” “You’re right.” Stevie smiled at her friend. “I have kind of been a hermit lately.” “No kidding,” Kerri said. Yeah, she needed to get out. Talking with Seth was exciting and fun and had been filling her desire for companionship. Not completely, but she looked forward to every night. Still it was important that she got out with the girls every now and then. Besides, she could use some laughs and a good time. “Okay.” Stevie pushed her heavy fall of long brown hair over her shoulder. “Where are we going?” Kerri’s smile lit up her face. “We’ll start downtown at that new club, Spotlight, for a drink.” “I’ll be the DD.” Stevie raised her hand. She didn’t want to end up with a hangover and someone had to be the designated driver. “Great.” Kerri pushed away from the desk and stood in the entrance to Stevie’s cubicle. “Your car?” Stevie straightened in her seat. “I’ll pick you up. How’s eight?” “Perfect.” Kerri hitched her purse strap onto her shoulder. “I’ll be ready.” Stevie gave a little wave and turned back to her desk. Time to stop day dreaming anyway and get back to work. Houses weren’t going to sell themselves, especially not in this market.

Late for her IM time with Seth, Stevie climbed onto the mattress of her four-poster bed. She loved instant messaging with him—made her feel a little closer to him. She set the glass of wine she’d poured herself onto her nightstand then hurried to boot up her laptop. A flare of excitement caused butterflies to swoop in her belly. Seth was always on time and never made her wait. His picture on the online dating site was so hot. It showed him on the beach wearing sunglasses and nothing but a swim suit which showed off his tanned muscular frame, from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist and athletic thighs. His hair was sandy blond but she wished she could see his eyes rather than them being hidden behind the sunglasses. She signed into her instant messaging account, and sure enough, Seth was online. Hi, babe, Seth typed before she had a chance to say hello first. She loved it when he called her babe. Stevie couldn’t help a smile. Hey there. Let’s do something different tonight, he typed. I want to see you on webcam. More butterflies flipped in her stomach. Webcam… She touched her hair. Did she look all right? What if he didn’t like what he saw? She wasn’t perfectly slender and beautiful. Would that be a turnoff for him? She’d never seen him, other than the picture, and she really wanted to. It’s time to take our relationship to the next level. The message flashed across the screen and she nodded to herself. Well, he had to see her someday and might as well be sooner rather than later. She reached for her wine and took a long swallow, feeling the heat of the alcohol flowing down her throat and into her stomach. She definitely needed something to bolster her courage. She took a deep breath, set her glass aside, and typed Okay. Almost at once a ringing noise startled her as it came from the speakers on her laptop. At the same time a screen popped up via IM, asking if she wanted to accept or decline a video call. Stevie bit the inside of her lip then pressed accept. A light at the top of her screen came on indicating she was on webcam. She could see herself on the screen, but she could barely make Seth out in his video stream. His outline was fuzzy and his features shadowed. “Hi, Stevie.” Seth’s voice came over the connection rich and deep, surprising her. She hadn’t realized they’d be able to talk out loud instead of typing. “Hi.” She felt a little jittery as she responded. “I can’t really see you.” An audible sigh and he said. “Sorry. I guess my webcam isn’t working right. I’ll have to

take it in to get it checked out or replaced. We can still chat, though.” “No fair.” Stevie watched her image as she spoke. “You get to see me.” “And you are even more beautiful than your pictures.” There was no mistaking the sound of appreciation in his voice and she felt heat rushing to her cheeks. Maybe she did look okay to him. She reached over and picked up her wineglass off of the nightstand, and took another drink, and felt herself relax a little more. She’d always been somewhat of a lightweight so it never took much to make her mellow. Stevie set her wine glass aside. “I love the sound of your voice.” She bent her knees, resting her laptop on them as she scooted up in bed, a pile of pillows behind her back. His voice had an almost erotic edge to it. Sensual and seductive. Not like he was trying, but more that it came natural. “You need to get your webcam fixed soon, though.” “Promise.” She saw his outline nod. “How was work today?” he asked. “It was all right.” Spent the day daydreaming about you. “The market is so slow right now that houses aren’t moving very well,” she said. “But my friend Kerri stopped by the office and ordered me to go out on a girl’s night Saturday to a new club downtown called Spotlight.” “Good for you,” he said. “What about you?” She cocked her head. “How was your day?” “Was in court all day for a particularly heinous trial for one of my clients,” he said. “Unfortunately, it’s going to be a lengthy trial. It’s not pretty.” Stevie tilted her head to the side. “Being an attorney must be challenging, especially when you practice criminal law.” “It does have its own set of challenges,” he said. “And of course it has its ups and downs.” “How’s your mom?” Stevie shifted her position on the bed. “Last you told me, she was doing better after getting home from the hospital.” “She’s up and moving about with a walker,” Seth said. “When I took her to the doctor’s yesterday, he said her heart sounds great.” “I’m glad.” Stevie smiled. “I worry about my parents, but they’re doing well.” “You don’t seem to be too spoiled for being an only child,” he said in a teasing tone. “Although I would love to spoil you. And I will if you let me.” “If you could make it out to San Diego, that would be good enough for me.” Stevie shoved her hair out of her face. “You are so far.” His tone grew serious. “I’ll make it happen. Just give me a little time.”

“Okay.” She smiled then took a sip of wine. “Good things are worth the wait, right?” “It’s not easy for me.” His tone grew a little more serious. “I wish I could see you every day. You know that, don’t you?” “Yes,” she said quietly as she set the glass aside again. “It’s the same for me.” After they had talked for hours about work, family, friends, everything that was going on in their lives, Seth said, “You and I had both better get some sleep.” Stevie glanced at the clock. Midnight. “We’ve been talking for four hours straight.” She shook her head. “Where you are it’s three a.m. How are you going to make it through the trial tomorrow?” “I’ll be thinking about you,” he said. Stevie felt warm all over as he said the words. “I’ll be thinking about you, too.” “One last request.” His voice grew even lower, more sensual. “What kind of lingerie are you wearing?” Heat burned Stevie’s cheeks. “Are you serious?” “Absolutely.” She shifted on the bed. “Just a bra and panties.” “What color?” “You really want to know?” She pushed her hair out of her face as she looked at the screen. “White.” “Let me see.” Stevie’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nope.” Seth’s voice had a wicked edge to it. “I’ve always loved seeing women in lingerie. I want to see yours.” Stevie hesitated. “I don’t know, Seth.” “Come on.” She could almost see the sensual smile he must be wearing. “It’s just lingerie.” One of her fantasies was to have people watch her having sex with a man. Not that she thought she’d really do it, but it was a hot fantasy. Being in front of Seth wearing almost nothing sort of played into it, except she wouldn’t be naked. Stevie took a deep inhale then exhaled. Why not? She climbed off the bed and stripped out of her jeans and blouse. Cool air brushed her bare flesh and goose bumps pebbled her skin. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she arranged the webcam so that she saw herself in her panties and bra in the image, and knew that he could see all of her, too.

Her whole body burned hot and she hoped she didn’t look red from head to toe. White and beet red couldn’t be an attractive combination. “Mmmmm… Nice,” he said. “Now turn around.” Still unable to believe she was parading around in her underwear for him, she did as he said and turned until she faced the laptop again. “Thank you,” he said. “But this time slower.” “You don’t ask for much, do you,” she stated. “Not at all.” Again she could hear a smile in his voice. “Now turn.” Her skin didn’t feel quite as hot. He’d already seen her once—what was another little turn? This time she moved slowly and wondered if she should have tried a strip tease earlier. Maybe next time. Would there be a next time where he would want her to show off her lingerie? That was probably a given. “Love it,” he said when she had turned completely around. “You are so hot, Stevie.” More heat burned her cheeks. He made her feel sexy and beautiful. “Do you have any other types of lingerie? Any other colors?” Stevie left her jeans and T-shirt on the floor and slipped onto the bed in just her bra and panties. Not like it mattered, now, after she’d just given him a little peep show. “Other colors?” She shrugged. “Just beige and black.” “I love black,” he said. “Wear black tomorrow.” Stevie bit her lower lip. That meant he did want a repeat, and the thought sent a thrill through her. “I’ll wear black tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll picture you wearing black panties and bra to work.” The husky timber of his voice told her how much he was enjoying this. “What about you?” Stevie asked. “Briefs, boxers, or boxer briefs? And what color?” He laughed. “Boxer briefs and they’re blue. I’ll show you once I get my webcam taken care of,” he said. “I want to send you something for your night out with the girls on Saturday,” he said. “Can I have your address?” Her eyes widened. “What are you going to send me?” “It’s a surprise,” he said. Stevie felt her head spin a little from the wine, but she pressed him for more information. “Come on. What is it?”

“You’ll see,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.” “Fifty-five twenty-one Crystal Avenue,” she said and gave him the zip code for her San Diego location. She thought she might have slurred “Crystal” a bit as a result of the combination of the wine and being exhausted. “Great,” he said. “Now you need to sleep.” She felt a yawn coming on and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Yes.” “Good night, babe.” “Good night.”

Chapter 2

Stevie dropped her bags from the lingerie store on the mattress and scrambled onto the bed. As soon as she logged on, the video call message came up and she accepted it. “Hello.” Stevie set the laptop on the bed so that she was in full view and brought her bags into her lap. It had been three days since she started showing Seth her bras and panties, and beige and white were boring. If she was going to let him have a peek, she might as well make it fun. She hadn’t really thought much about colors before, but now she had someone to wear them for. Someone who loved it. Her ex couldn’t have cared less. “Hey, babe,” he said and she wished she could see him on the webcam. “Do I see a pink bag?” She held up the bag. “Yep.” “New lingerie?” A definite smile was in his voice. Stevie was beyond feeling nervous about showing Seth her bra and panties. “Yes.” “Excellent,” he said. “What colors?” “Red, bright blue, burgundy, hot pink, zebra striped, and leopard spotted.” She looked through the huge bags. “Oh, and more black.” And she didn’t have just bras and panties but chemises, and other things, too. “Love it,” he said. “You can model a set for me every day.” “I plan to.” Stevie found herself getting bolder and bolder. “I’m looking forward to the day when you model your boxer briefs for me.” “It’s a deal,” he said. “I could use a glass of wine.” Stevie stretched her arms and rolled her shoulders. “It’s been a long day.” “Sounds good,” Seth said. “I’ll get myself a beer and we’ll have a drink together.” She set the lingerie bags to the side. “Be right back.” Stevie hurried into her kitchen, selected a bottle of merlot from the wine rack, and opened it. She took the bottle and a wine glass with her to the bedroom, poured it, and scooted onto the bed again.

“I see you’re ready,” he said. “Corona for me.” She raised her wine glass. “Cheers,” she said before sipping her merlot. Having a drink together while talking over the webcam made her feel a little more like Seth was closer than twenty-seven hundred miles away. San Diego and Washington, D.C.— couldn’t get much farther apart than that. “We’ve never talked about any of your past relationships,” he said after she took another drink of wine. Stevie shrugged. “Past is past.” “Someone broke your heart.” His tone was quiet and had a concerned quality to it. “His name was Bradley.” She pushed her hand through her hair. “We dated for two and a half years. Then last year he left me for someone else.” She shook her head and her hair fell back over her shoulder. “Yeah, he broke my heart. But it was probably for the best. Things happen for a reason, and all that. “Besides,” she continued, “Bradley wasn’t into anything fun like lingerie. Or sex for that matter. Toward the end of our relationship we weren’t having much sex at all. He didn’t even like playing with toys when we did have an active sex life.” What was she doing telling Seth about her sex life with Bradley? “I like how you’ve moved on,” Seth said. “It’s an old ache but you don’t let it hold you back or dwell on it.” “That’s true.” Stevie drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around her shins and rested her chin on her knees. “It hurt and I didn’t get over it right away. But after a while I accepted it and yes, I moved on.” “You also haven’t let it taint your views on men.” “Not at all.” Stevie smiled. “I rather like men. One in particular.” She loved how his tone became low and sensual. “And who is that?” “This guy who lives about a million miles away.” She gave the webcam a wry look. “But it feels like I’ve known him for a million years.” “I feel the same way about you.” It looked like his image moved closer to his webcam as he spoke, but it was so hard to tell. “I wish you were here, Stevie.” “How on earth did we connect?” She shook her head. “On the dating site I specified that I was looking for a relationship with a man who lived within a hundred-mile radius and then I get you as a possible match. I didn’t notice where you were at first.” “Do you regret it?” he asked. “No.” She put as much emphasis into the word as she could. “You may be far away, but I

feel something so strong… It’s like you’re just on the other side of town and you’re coming over to my house any time now. It just feels natural and real.” “Yes,” Seth said. “You express it well.” “What about you?” She shifted on the bed so that she was sitting yoga-style. “Have you had your heart broken?” He laughed. “Many times.” “Who was your last real heartbreak?” she asked before sipping her wine. “Amy.” He didn’t sound sad or regretful. If anything he sounded like it was a positive memory. “We dated for a few years and then one day she broke it off. Said she didn’t want to get serious and she wanted to join the Peace Corp and travel to Morocco. And that’s exactly what she did.” Stevie raised her eyebrows. “Out of the blue?” “She always liked to volunteer and help the less fortunate,” Seth said. “So it was a surprise, but not out of character for her.” “Do you miss her?” Stevie asked. How could one compete with someone who spent their life helping people? “I care for her, but not in a romantic way.” There was no hesitation when Seth spoke. “Amy is a free spirit and I’m more on the conservative side. She disagreed with a lot of what I do,” he continued. “I defend individuals accused of crimes and I always take the position of believing my clients when I am representing them. Sometimes it’s likely that the person I defended was guilty of the crime he or she was charged with. But that’s not my job to make that determination. It’s up to a jury of their peers.” “She disagreed with you representing some of those individuals,” Stevie said. “Yes,” he said. “It was the source of a lot of disagreements between us. It wasn’t healthy for our relationship.” While Stevie drank her merlot, she and Seth talked a little more about past relationships and she found it easy to share them with him. She was on her third glass of wine when Seth said, “What is your favorite fantasy?” “Fantasy?” Her body burned as she said the words. “As in sexual fantasy?” “Yes.” His voice had that rich, sensual, deep quality about it that she loved. “I don’t know.” Stevie gripped the stem of her wine glass. “That’s really personal.” “So is showing me your panties and bra,” he said. “Tell me, what is your favorite sexual fantasy?” Stevie looked away a moment. He had her there. She was already showing him her

underwear. Next thing she knew she’d be stripping for him in front of the webcam. The thought made her quiver with excitement. Would she do that for Seth? Of course not. That was the wine talking. She was definitely tipsy. But what would it hurt to tell him about her dream? Stevie looked back at the screen and wished she could see his expression. “I’ve had a recurring dream, a really hot dream. A man comes into my room in the middle of the night. He climbs into bed with me and puts his hand over my mouth so that I can’t scream.” “Go on,” Seth said when she paused. “He has a ski mask on and I can only see his eyes and mouth,” she said. “All I’m wearing are panties and a T-shirt,” she went on. “He’s bigger than me and he’s a little rough, but he doesn’t hurt me.” She brought her hand to her throat and touched her skin as she thought about the erotic dream. “He tells me if I make any noise he’s going to get really rough with me.” “What next?” Seth asked. “He kisses me then sucks my nipples and touches me between my thighs.” Stevie took another swallow of wine, feeling her inhibitions fade even more. It didn’t even seem to matter that she was telling Seth about the dream. “He makes me suck his cock and forces me to swallow his come. Then before I know it he takes off my T-shirt and panties and he…” “Fucks you,” Seth said. Her heart pounded. “Yes.” “Do you like it?” Seth’s voice sounded rough, like he was excited by her dream, too. “Yes.” Stevie licked her lower lip, as if she could taste the man’s kiss. It tasted like wine. “I beg for more.” “Mmmm…” Seth made a sound like a hungry rumble. “That’s a hot fantasy.” She thought she saw him lean forward, closer to the camera, but his image was too blurry to know for sure. “What would you do if that really happened?” Seth said. Stevie looked at her wine glass and swirled the remaining merlot in it, then looked back at the laptop monitor. “I don’t know. I’d probably scream.” “What if he told you he’d be rough with you?” Seth said in a low tone. “What if he threatened you?” It was crazy but she was getting turned on by the fantasy of being taken in the middle of the night, unwillingly, by a stranger. “I don’t know,” she said. A combination of the wine and the feeling of arousal made her mouth dry. “If it was someone I knew then I would probably get excited.” “Even if you didn’t know him well?” Seth asked.

She pushed her long dark hair over her shoulders. “These are hard questions.” “What if it was me?” he said. Stevie went still as she thought of Seth sneaking into her house and climbing into bed with her, taking her. The thought was hot. Totally hot. Out loud she said, “I have to admit the idea is exciting.” She swallowed the rest of the wine and set her glass aside. “It’s hot to think about,” she said. “But you’re all the way in D.C. anyway.” “You never know,” he said. The idea excited her so much she had to squeeze her thighs together. “Would you really do that?” Her heart pounded faster at the thought. “If I did it would be a surprise,” he said. Stevie felt the warmth of the wine through her body and it made her thoughts a little fuzzy. “If you ever come, you’ll find a key under a fake rock by the gate, to the right of the garage. There, now you know.” “Email me a note that I have your permission to go into your home and fulfill your hottest fantasy,” he said. “I won’t do it if you aren’t willing. It’s fun for you to wonder if I would actually do it…if it could really happen.” She tried to get her gaze to focus better on the screen even though his image wasn’t clear. “You’re serious?” “Absolutely.” “Hold on.” Stevie squinted at the monitor and pulled up her email beside the window with Seth’s webcam and unclear image. She went into contacts and selected Seth’s email address, then clicked on it for a new message. She squinted at the monitor. “I, Stevie Farrell,” she said aloud as she typed, “hereby grant Seth Edwards permission to come into my home and fulfill my every sexual fantasy.” She clicked on send then gave a wicked smile. “And there it goes.” Seth laughed. “And here it is, in my mailbox.” “Good.” Then Stevie frowned. “What’s wrong?” Seth asked. “I just did something totally crazy,” she said. “Do you regret it?” She tilted her head to the side as she thought about it. “No, I don’t.” She straightened. “I don’t regret it at all. It makes me feel like a bad girl.” “You’re a very bad girl.” Seth spoke in an almost erotic tone of voice. “You never know,

Stevie.” The thought of Seth coming in and fulfilling her fantasies was so hot. Maybe a little scary, but definitely hot. “I think it’s about time for you to go to bed,” Seth said. “Have you had too much wine?” “Maybe.” She giggled. “Maybe just enough that I might take off my bra for you.” Seth was quiet for a moment. “Would you do that for me?” Stevie swayed where she was sitting. She didn’t give it a whole lot of thought. “Yes. You’ll get to see my new bra and panties, too.” She slipped off of the bed and arranged the laptop on her mattress so that the angle would get all of her. She wavered a little on her feet as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her in her bra and jeans. She shimmied out of her jeans and kicked them to the side. With her eyes focused on the webcam, she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Slowly she let it slide down her arms then dropped it to the floor. Knowing that Seth was watching made her nipples tighten and caused an ache between her thighs. “Beautiful.” Seth’s voice was husky and he sounded like his throat was dry. “You are so beautiful, Stevie.” “Thank you.” At that moment she felt beautiful. She arranged the laptop and slowly turned, showing him her new panties. The panties weren’t coming off. She had to maintain some sense of modesty. “Red,” he said. “I love them.” “I thought you would.” Stevie went back to the laptop. “But now it’s time for bed. I don’t think I can stay up much longer.” “Maybe we shouldn’t let you have so much wine next time,” he said with a smile in his voice. “Maybe,” she said and smiled. “Stevie,” he said. “Leave the webcam on. I want to see you sleeping. It will be like you’re right here with me.” “Wow,” she said. “Really?” “Yes,” he said. “Put it on your nightstand and angle it so that I can see you.” Then his voice lowered. “Sleep in just your panties.” She only thought about it a moment. In a way it fit into her fantasy of being watched while enjoying some erotic activity. And yes, it would make her feel closer to him. “Okay.” She arranged the laptop on the nightstand and scooted down in bed.

“Beautiful,” he said as she lay on her side, her hands tucked under her face as she looked at her image. She covered up a yawn and her eyes watered. “Good night, Seth.” “Good night, babe,” he said. Stevie closed her eyes, the lighted screen keeping it from being totally dark. Would she be able to fall asleep, knowing that Seth would be watching her? Thanks to the wine, that thought only lasted a moment, and she was gone.

Chapter 3

The package from Seth arrived at her door Saturday afternoon. He’d gone camping with a buddy of his to the Adirondacks for the weekend or she would have opened the box while they were on webcam. He’d just left early this morning, but she already missed him like crazy. A bubble of excitement, as if she was a kid on Christmas morning, perked inside of Stevie. She set the package on the bed and grabbed a pair of scissors to break the seal. Inside the brown box was a red oblong box and she drew it out. When she had it on her bed, she tossed the lid aside and inside was red tissue paper. Stevie’s heart beat a little faster. The tissue paper made a soft whispery sound as she carefully pulled it aside. A black lace and satin corset. The material was soft and sensual-feeling against her fingers as she raised the corset to get a better look at it. It was gorgeous. She glanced down and saw that there was more in the box. She set the corset on her bedspread and picked up a matching pair of panties that were just as beautiful as the corset. After she set it aside, next was a garter that was a part of the set. Beneath the garter were sheer black stockings that were soft and silky to the touch. “Wow.” Stevie trailed her fingers over each of the items. It was going to be amazing wearing the lingerie beneath her clothing tonight and thinking about Seth. Maybe he had sent it for that very reason… So that she wouldn’t consider going out with any other guy because Seth had, in a way, put his mark on her by sending this for her to wear tonight. She smiled. She rather liked that thought.

Stevie bounced her foot to the music as she sat at the table with Kerri and two other friends, Kayla and Jen. It probably shouldn’t have, but it always felt surprising that Kerri would go to a down and dirty bar when she was such an elegant and sophisticated woman. It made Stevie like her all the more. Beneath her little black dress, Stevie felt the erotic touch of the lingerie that Seth had

sent her. It made her hot, wanting him without actually having met him. Kayla leaned back in her chair to look at Stevie. Kayla’s long auburn hair spilled over the shoulders and sleeves of her white top. “Can’t believe you shot down those two guys, Stevie.” She shook her head. “They weren’t bad looking at all.” Stevie shrugged. Instead of taking either of the two men up on their offer to dance, she had watched couples out on the small dance floor and wished that Seth lived in San Diego instead of being so far away. “I’ve heard some scary things about online relationships.” Jen leaned forward, her arms on the table as she ran her fingers up and down her beer bottle. “You really need to be careful.” “Seth is different,” Stevie said. “I trust him.” Kayla and Jen looked at each other before looking back at Stevie. “Just be careful, okay?” Kayla said. Jen nodded her agreement. “Don’t give out any personal information like your address unless you actually meet him first.” Too late for that. Stevie thought about the sexy lingerie she was wearing. “Don’t worry about me.” She smiled. “Everything is going great.” “Okayyyy,” Kayla said, but didn’t look convinced. Neither did Jen. “Three’s a charm,” Kerri said close to Stevie’s ear and she followed Kerri’s line of sight to see a man cross the dance floor, headed in her direction. He had his gaze fixed on Stevie. “You should give this one a chance,” Kerri said. “Talk about hot.” “Not interested,” Stevie said but still was unable to take her eyes off of the man coming toward her. Kerri was right. He was definitely hot-looking in every way. When the man reached her, he smiled and the sensuality of it made Stevie catch her breath. She hadn’t had any kind of reaction to anyone tonight, but this man made her stomach flutter like it did when she talked with Seth. Thinking about Seth made Stevie feel like she would be cheating on him if she even danced with any man, which was bizarre. For one, she and Seth weren’t actually dating. Secondly, he was almost three thousand miles away. For another, they had never declared an exclusive relationship even though she hoped he wasn’t seeing anyone else. “Dance?” The man held out his hand. She loved the sound of his voice, like she loved Seth’s. The man had sandy blond hair but she couldn’t tell the color of his eyes in the flashing lights and darkness of the bar. Kerri dug her elbow into Stevie’s side and she jumped and took the man’s hand. He smiled again, a smile just as sexy as before, and her body had an even more powerful reaction

to him. He took her by the hand and led her into the crowd. It was a song with a great beat to it and he was a good dancer. His gaze was almost mesmerizing and she had a hard time looking away from him. She didn’t want to encourage him, not when she had Seth to go home to. Well, Seth and her laptop to go home to. Whenever he got back from the Adirondacks. The next song was a little slower and the man she was dancing with drew her closer. The heat of his body traveled through her and she took a step back to keep some space between them. He smelled good and she found herself so powerfully drawn to him that she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and bring him to her for a kiss. Crazy. She blocked out images of her lips meeting his and thoughts of how his mouth would feel over hers and how good he would probably taste. Stevie, stop it, she told herself. You have Seth and that’s more than you can handle right now. “What’s your name?” he asked. She loved his voice. I could listen to his voice for hours, she thought then admonished herself. “Stevie.” She pushed her hair over one shoulder. “What about you?” “Scott.” He rubbed her shoulders with his hands. “Do you live in the San Diego area?” “Yes,” she said, but didn’t elaborate. “What about you?” “New to this part of the world.” Scott held her gaze. “I could use someone to show me around the city.” Stevie wanted to say, “Me! Me!” but instead she said, “Good luck with that.” The corner of his mouth quirked and it caused dangerous things to happen to her insides. “I have to go.” Stevie stepped away when the song finished. “The girls are waiting for me. I’m the designated driver.” “Give me your phone number,” Scott said, “I’d like to call you.” For a moment Stevie was tempted. Very tempted. “I’m in a relationship,” she said before she changed her mind. She turned but glanced over her shoulder to see him smiling as he watched her walk away from him.

Of course Seth wouldn’t be online since he was away on the camping trip. A total bummer. For the past few weeks, she and Seth hadn’t gone to bed without talking to each other for hours.

Stevie stripped out of her dress and hung it up, then walked around in her corset, panties, garters, and stockings. She felt so sexy and so hot. She wished so much that Seth wasn’t gone so that he could see her like this. She felt so good in the lingerie that she crawled under her covers still wearing all of it. Images of the man she had danced with tonight kept returning as she curled up on her side. His smile had been so incredibly sexy and the way he’d looked at her was enough to make any woman feel butterflies. He’d been good looking and seemed like a nice guy. Had she made a mistake by not giving him her number? She groaned and closed her eyes. Like she’d thought earlier, she had more than she could handle dealing with a long distance relationship with Seth. After a while, a drugged feeling weighted Stevie down in her sleep. It had been a long night and she was more than ready to pass into dreamland. Something nudged at her, dragging her away from the dark depths of sleep to consciousness. She felt disoriented and exhausted as she forced her heavy eyelids to open. A man was looking down at her. A man in a ski mask.

Chapter 4

Terror ripped through Stevie as she looked up at the masked man and her heart pounded like it would explode. She tried to scream but a gloved hand covered her mouth. Whoever it was had turned on the hall light and the shadows cast on him made him even more intimidating. She struggled to shove the man away at the same time she bit a finger of the hand over her mouth, her fingers sinking into leather and then flesh. The man cursed, a low growl that sent her heart racing even harder. He grabbed both of her wrists in his free hand and he pinned them over her head while keeping his other hand over her mouth. She fought to free her arms but he was too strong, too powerful. She tried to scream again as she kicked and attempted to knee him in the balls. He squeezed her thighs between his legs, locking her knees together and completely pinning her down. He wore all black and she could barely make out the form of the man who had her captive. Stevie’s breathing came hard and fast and she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. Someone had broken into her home and now had her under his control. “Don’t fight me,” came a voice, a familiar voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Her eyes widened and she went still. It was the man from the bar, Scott, and he must have followed her home. Confusion clouded her mind. Scott? How had he gotten into her home? As she looked up at him, the haze and fear began to drop away. Seth? Had he really come from D.C. to fulfill her fantasy? Still, confusion knocked at her brain. But this was the man she’d been dancing with earlier. Could Scott really be Seth? “Are you going to be quiet?” he said with a warning note in his voice. She nodded, feeling the pressure of his hand over her lips. He removed his hand and braced it to the side of her head. “Good girl.” “Seth?” she said.

She saw the curve of his lips in the light filtering in from the hallway. “Your fantasy come to life.” Thrills went through her belly. It was Seth. He was really here. “If you scream, I will be forced to deal with you.” He spoke words that she’d told him, straight from her fantasy. His voice was rough, as if he meant it. It was so hot how he was going with the role play. “Please.” She stared up at Seth who still wore the ski mask, only his eyes and mouth showing. “Please let me go.” “Do you recognize me?” he asked. “No.” She shook her head as she went along with him. “Will you let me go?” Seth gave a low laugh. “By the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging me to stay.” Heat burned in Stevie. “I’m not going to beg for anything from you.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers and then he nipped her lower lip. Stevie gasped, which gave Seth the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She shook her head, pretending to try and get him to stop kissing her but he pinched one of her sensitive nipples between his fingers and it hurt enough that her eyes watered. “Kiss me,” he said against her lips. When she shook her head he growled again. “Kiss me or tonight just might last forever.” Promises, promises. She obeyed and parted her lips as he brought his mouth to hers. She kissed him and let his tongue into her mouth. His kiss was gentle and erotic and he tasted of mint. “That’s better.” Despite the ski mask, she saw that Seth wore the same sensual, almost seductive, smile like he had earlier at the bar. “Will you behave?” Stevie didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” Seth released her wrists. As he straddled her, he smoothed his palms over the corset he’d given her. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “You left the lingerie on. I love it.” His eyes met hers. “I loved thinking about you wearing it when I was watching you at the club.” “I loved wearing it,” Stevie said. “I thought about you the entire time.” Then his expression grew rough again as he returned to their role play. With both hands he grasped the top of the corset and jerked it down to expose her full breasts. The bedroom’s cool air tightened her nipples, causing them to ache. Seth lowered his head and licked one of her nipples and then the other. Stevie gasped at the erotic sensation.

He forced his knee between her thighs, spreading them while he pressed his knee up against the panties covering her folds. At the same time he sucked her nipples. Her lips parted as arousal flooded through her and she had to struggle not to moan. “Kiss me,” he said against her lips. Seth’s kiss was rough, hungry, intense. She matched him, desperate for the man she’d been wanting, needing for weeks. The kiss flooded her with desire so great she didn’t know if she could bear it. He moved his mouth to her breasts. As he sucked her nipples he moved his free hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit with his gloved finger. Stevie gave a cry of surprise and arousal. “Quiet,” he warned her and gripped one of her breasts with his other gloved hand. It was so hot how he was in control. It was so easy to fall into the fantasy. To feel safe with him yet an edge of danger, too. Kayla’s and Jen’s concern for Stevie had thoughts bouncing around in her brain. It was true that she didn’t really know Seth. He was a mystery man from thousands of miles away and he could do anything to her. He had her. She moaned as he slipped his finger beneath her panties and rubbed her clit. The leather of his glove made the experience even more erotic. He stopped and growled, “I told you to be quiet.” Stevie clenched her teeth to keep from making another sound. Seth continued to touch her and suck her nipples until she was squirming with the need to come. The climax roared through her so hard and unexpected that she screamed. He clamped his hand over her mouth as her body bucked and shuddered with the most powerful orgasm of her life. The adrenaline pumping through her, the fantasy, and the danger fueled her climax, made it stronger. Her body trembled from the remnants of the unbelievable orgasm. Seth gave a low laugh. “You love it. And you’re going to beg me for more.” Stevie was gasping for breath and her head still felt woozy from her climax as Seth rose up and straddled her shoulders with his knees. “I’ll quiet you down.” He moved his hand from her mouth and unzipped his jeans. Her eyes widened as he released his erection—he was so big. He rearranged himself so that his cock was in front of her mouth and then he forced his cock through her lips. “Suck,” he ordered her in that tone that was making her so hot. She took him deep and he pressed his cock all the way to the back of her throat. He started pumping in and out of her mouth as she sucked him, but not going too deep.

“Look at me.” She brought her gaze to his and he gave a tight smile. “That’s it. I want to see those gorgeous eyes as I watch my cock fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” Stevie stared up at him, loving the way his cock felt in her mouth. She tried to see the color of his eyes, but there wasn’t enough light in her bedroom. Seth grunted and said, “Swallow or you’ll regret it.” He thrust a few more times, then shouted as his come spurted into her mouth, just like she’d wanted in her fantasy. She swallowed, taking it all, feeling the throb of his cock against her tongue. “Good girl.” His breathing sounded heavy. “I’m going to treat you now for giving such great head.” Seth grasped both of her wrists in his hand and scooted down. He kissed her lips before adjusting himself so that he could suck each of her breasts. Stevie found herself arching her back, her breasts thrust high, begging for his mouth and tongue without words. He gave a low, sensual laugh. “You’d better be quiet,” Seth said. “No matter what. Do you understand?” She swallowed. “Yes.” Seth kissed his way down her corset to her belly button and her mound, causing her to shiver with desire. He rubbed his palms over her stockings, from her thighs to her ankles and back, the feel of it sensual and erotic. He licked the sensitive spot behind her knees then worked his way up over the top of her stockings to the bare part of her thighs. He lowered his head between her legs, his mouth nearing her mound. He pulled aside the soft material of the panties, and she felt his warm breath on her skin. She heard his deep inhale before he buried his face between her thighs and licked her clit. Stevie clenched her teeth to hold back whimpers that wanted to escape. She squeezed his head between her thighs as she twisted her body, the sensations almost too much to bear. The orgasm she’d had not that long ago made her body hypersensitive and she was already close to climaxing again. Seth thrust two of his gloved fingers inside of her and started pounding them in and out, his knuckles hitting her folds, and he sucked her clit. Another orgasm hit her hard and fast. Pleasure exploded through her body and mind and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. He continued to drive her crazy with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue as her body shook and trembled and her core spasmed. Vaguely she was aware that Seth was turning her onto her belly as she was coming down from her orgasm high. “On your hands and knees.” His order came in a controlled growl. “Now.”

Stevie hurried to obey. “You’ve let a stranger into your home, haven’t you, Stevie Farrell.” Blood suddenly rushed in her ears as he spoke. “I have you at my mercy and you really have no idea what I’m going to do to you tonight. I might just throw you in the trunk of my car and take you away.” For one moment she felt the chill of reality. She had given a stranger knowledge of everything from her address to where she hid the key. Then Seth leaned over her and kissed the back of her ear. “I would never hurt you, Stevie,” he murmured and she relaxed. If he’d wanted to hurt her he could have done so a thousand times over. Need for Seth rose inside her and she leaned back into him. She heard the sound of a foil wrapper being opened and then felt the hard press of his erection, sheathed in a condom, against her ass. She wanted his cock in her so badly she could almost feel it. She needed him inside of her. “What do you want, Stevie?” Seth said. “Tell me.” He leaned over her. “Answer me.” Excitement raced through Stevie and she hurried to answer. “Fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. Please.” Seth gave a low laugh. “I told you that you would beg me.” He moved aside her panties again, positioned his cock at the entrance to her core, then thrust his cock into her. Stevie almost came at once but managed to hold back. He fucked her hard and fast, the sound of flesh slapping flesh loud in the bedroom. She tried to hold back from climaxing, but she couldn’t. It was like a floodgate had opened, sending wave after wave of her orgasm flowing through her. Seth continued pumping in and out and she almost couldn’t breathe from the power of her orgasm. She climaxed again right before he shouted. He thrust a few more times then pressed himself against her ass. His cock throbbed inside of her. Seth rolled them over onto their sides so that he was spooning her from behind and had his arm around her waist. He kissed her neck. “Nice to finally meet you, Stevie Farrell.”

Chapter 5

Seth rolled Stevie over so that they were facing each other. Moonlight slipped in through a part in the curtains, bright enough that she could finally see his eyes. They were sea green and beautiful. “Hi,” Stevie said, feeling totally and completely relaxed and absolutely thrilled to finally meet Seth and to have him in her bed. “What a first meeting.” He tugged a lock of her hair. “Technically our second.” “The bar doesn’t count.” She smiled. “I didn’t know it was you.” “True,” he said. “But I knew who you were.” “Were you testing me?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. “When you asked me for my phone number?” “I was curious if we’d still have the same attraction in person that we do online.” He trailed his finger along her forearm and goose bumps broke out on her skin. “The moment I saw you I felt it, Stevie.” When she nodded, her hair felt silky as it slid beneath her against the mattress. “I felt it, too. But I care too much about you to go out with anyone else.” He trailed his finger down the bridge of her nose and tapped the tip of it. “Even though I’m so far away?” “Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. “I wish you were closer, but for now this will have to do.” “Yeah,” he said. “For now.” Stevie snuggled up in the crook of his arm. As much as she wanted to stay awake and talk, it had been a late night with the girls. Not to mention all of those orgasms had relaxed her to the point that it was a wonder she hadn’t fallen asleep right away. Seth kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep, Stevie.” She nodded and sighed, and drifted off.

Morning light caused Stevie to blink as she opened her eyes. What a dream. She’d

never had such a vivid dream about her fantasy, and this time Seth was in it. As the fog cleared in her mind, she blinked again and her body warmed. It hadn’t been a dream—Seth had really been here. She felt a little tired yet exhilarated from a night of wild sex. Totally wild sex as Seth had made her fantasy a reality. She frowned as she realized she didn’t hear any sounds, and Seth wasn’t in bed with her. Was he somewhere in her house? Stevie scooted up in bed then swung her legs over the side and her feet hit the soft throw rug beside her bed on the wood flooring. It felt fuzzy beneath her soles but the wood felt cool as she headed through her house and toward the kitchen. “Seth?” She hoped to hear his voice when she called out his name but the house remained silent. Her heart sank when she realized he was nowhere in the house. No note, no goodbye. Just gone. The excitement she’d felt when she gradually woke faded some. But for all she knew he could have gone out for some milk and eggs because her fridge was sadly lacking both. Stevie made it through the day, hoping he would come back or at least IM. But he didn’t instant message her even once. Not once. She thought about going to Spotlight to see if he would show up there, but decided not to. He hadn’t had the courtesy to say goodbye, leave her a note, or contact her all day. Unless he had a really good excuse, she wasn’t going to be very happy with him. What if he had just used her? What if that had been the only thing he wanted… Sex? No. She refused to believe that. Yet, why didn’t he get a hold of her? In the evening, Stevie sat in bed, dressed in a red teddy with matching panties, her instant messaging open, waiting to talk with Seth. But he never got online. With a heavy heart, Stevie shut off the light and crawled beneath her covers.

The cold and unforgiving feel of metal snapped around Stevie’s wrists and she woke to it with a start. She’d been sleeping on her stomach and now her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Her heart started beating, fast. Not from fear this time, but from excitement. “Seth?” she said and looked over her shoulder to see him again, only this time without the ski mask. He had turned the hall light on again and she could see his features well.

“Shut up.” His tone was harsh but at the same time it was playful, too. “Please,” she said as she went along with him. “Don’t hurt me.” “You’ll love what I have in store for you.” He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, and she yelped at the pain that radiated through her scalp. “I’ll be good.” Stevie winced. “Promise.” Thrills went through her belly as he pulled her up so that she was on her knees, her cheek against the mattress, her ass in the air, and her wrists still cuffed behind her back. She held her breath then cried out in surprise when he jerked her hair back again and spanked her. “Owww,” she said, and he swatted her again. The louder she cried out, the harder he spanked her with the flat of his hand. “When you quiet down,” he said in between swats, “I’ll consider not spanking you again.” He swatted her and she fought to hold back any sounds, but still let out grunt of pain despite herself. She ground her teeth as he spanked her three more times and he finally stopped. “Finally.” He smoothed his hand over her stinging ass. “Thought you would never shut up.” Stevie bit back a moan as he slipped his hands between her thighs and rubbed her clit through her panties. He slipped his other hand beneath her teddy, eased it up her belly to her breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I’m going to fuck you unconscious,” he said as he pinched her other nipple. “And you’re going to love it. Aren’t you?” “Yes.” She managed to get the word out as he stroked her clit and she rocked back into his touch. Her ass burned but somehow added to the pleasure of what he was doing to her. She heard the sound of a foil wrapper being opened and a few seconds later the click of a lock. The handcuffs fell away from her wrists, the now warm metal sliding down her side and landing on the mattress by her knee. “On your back.” Seth flipped her over and before she even knew what was happening, he had her legs up and her ankles resting on his shoulders. He adjusted himself so that his sheathed cock was at the entrance to her core. “Say it, Stevie.” She raised her hips and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her for a kiss. He tasted so good, so incredible. When he moved his mouth a fraction away she whispered, “Fuck me.”

Seth thrust himself deep inside of her. Stevie caught her breath as he held her ankles in his hands and drove in and out of her. In this position he went so deep, so powerfully deep. Stevie felt herself hurtling toward an orgasm as Seth fucked her. The feeling grew stronger and stronger, rising up inside of her. Seth slipped his hand between their bodies and stroked her clit and she screamed as her climax hit her hard. This time he let her scream. She was aware of his shout and then feeling his cock throb inside her as her core gripped him tight as it spasmed. He eased her legs down and gave her a devastatingly sexy smile. He kissed her, a long, sweet kiss. “Where were you today?” she asked. “In addition to finally getting to meet you, I’m in San Diego on business,” he said. “I was meeting with some clients on a case I’m handling for them and they entertained me for dinner tonight.” “I had no idea you were out here for business.” She tilted her head to the side. “It’s great that it worked out. But you didn’t leave a note, you didn’t contact me at all.” “If I did then tonight wouldn’t have been a surprise,” he said as he rolled them onto their sides and he brought her into his embrace. “I wanted to provide you with another fantasy.” She smiled. “You’re right, it wouldn’t have been a surprise.” He kissed the bridge of her nose. “I missed you today.” “I missed you, too,” she said as their gazes met and held. The hall light shone just enough that she could make out his gorgeous features and the sea green of his eyes. “It’s good to really be here with you, Stevie,” he said as he brought her in closer to him. “It’s been a long wait, but you’re so very much worth it.” “So are you.” She gave a happy sigh and she watched him as he fell asleep in her arms.

Chapter 6

The breeze off the Pacific Ocean tugged at Stevie’s ponytail as she kicked back on the deck of the sailboat with Seth. Living in San Diego all of her life, she had grown up around the water and knew how to sail. He had been raised on the East Coast and she had quickly learned that he knew his way around a sailboat quite well. When they’d woken that morning, Seth had told her he had a surprise for her and to grab her bathing suit. After stopping for sandwiches to go along with a six-pack of beer and a fourpack of wine coolers, he had taken her to the dock where he had rented a sailboat named The Allure. And here they were, out on the ocean reclining on deck chairs, sun on their faces, a cool breeze in their hair, and the sailboat rocking on the gentle swells. Their chairs were side by side on the deck. Seth reached for her hand and smiled at her when their eyes met. “Think you would ever move to D.C.?” he asked, surprising her. “I don’t know, Seth.” Stevie frowned as she seriously thought about it. “All my family and friends are here as well as my career. I don’t know that I could leave that behind.” She admired his tanned muscled chest and arms as she turned the tables back on him. “What about you moving to San Diego? Do you think that could ever happen?” “It’s a possibility.” He smiled as her eyes widened. “There’s an opening for a partner in the San Diego office, a position that I’ve seriously considered taking. But, I have a lot I’d need to wrap up in D.C. before I could make a transition like that. “ However,” he continued. “I hate to leave my mom out there alone. If she’ll agree to it, and it works out that I’m able to move here, I’ll find an adult community for her to live in.” “Wow.” Stevie felt a bubble of excitement as she looked at him. “Seriously?” “It’s not a guaranteed thing.” His gaze settled on her breasts and she saw hunger flare in them as he raised his eyes to meet hers. “But it’s looking more and more attractive all of the time.” “I know a real estate agent who can find you a lot of home for your money,” she said with a grin.

“I’ll just bet.” He squeezed her fingers. “Make sure it’s big enough for a small family.” A family. What was he referring to? She held back a frown as she considered his question. “Why? Do you have kids that you haven’t told me about?” “No kids. Not yet.” He smiled and shook his head. “How many children would you like to have some day?” he asked, bringing her out of her thoughts and surprising her. “Girls or boys or both?” “Why are you talking about children?” she asked as she studied him. “We haven’t known each other long enough.” He shrugged. “How better to get to know you?” She had to give him that. “Boys,” Stevie said. “I’ve always wanted to have two boys, maybe three.” “I’ve wanted girls,” he said. “With pink hair bows and pink dresses.” Stevie grinned. “Some tough guy you are. You’re really a softie at heart.” While they enjoyed the afternoon, they talked about everything they could think of. Work, family, friends, hopes, dreams… When Stevie started to feel a little well-roasted, she released his hand, got up from her chair, and straddled him where he was sitting. She placed her palm on his well-muscled chest. “Maybe I’ll just keep you captive and keep you here all to myself.” “Careful,” he said. “You might get more than you bargained for.” “I already got more than I bargained for,” she said with a laugh. “I never thought internet dating could be quite this fun.” Seth caught her wrists and pulled her down so that their faces were inches apart. “I don’t plan to let you have anymore online relationships,” he said. He released her wrists as she moved her lips closer to his. She caught his scent of sunwarmed flesh and coconut-scented tanning lotion. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” he said. “Because you belong to me and I’m not letting anyone else have you.” “Good thing.” Stevie grinned as she snapped a set of cuffs around one of Seth’s wrists that she’d had attached to his chair. “Because I’m not planning to let you get away.” He raised brows, the corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “Oh, yeah?” “Oh, yeah.” Stevie lowered his mouth to his. “Let me show you exactly what I have in mind.”

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Sara decides she has to see her mysterious man and she practically stalks him. Once she gets a good look at the hot and sexy Reid, she decides she has to have him. When Sara and Reid finally meet, it’s explosive and they can’t get enough of each other. They find out how exciting exhibitionism can be when they do it together as they make of game of finding unusual public places to show off together. They have an exciting start to their relationship in a park where they are almost arrested, and end up on an erotic New Orleans trip that neither will ever forget. Now all Reid has to do is show Sara that they are the perfect match. Hot Stuff When Chelsea Miller burned up her kitchen, she didn’t realize she’d be burning up the sheets with one sexy firefighter. Lieutenant Mark Carson never expected to meet a green-eyed schoolteacher in skimpy lingerie who was hotter than the fire they were fighting. The kitchen flames were put out, but neither Mark nor Chelsea wanted to extinguish the fire between them. He never planned on meeting a woman with the kinds of desires Chelsea has. Her desire to have him restrained in her bed only feeds the flames between them. He loves her intensity and intends to turn the tables on her and take control the next time around. Neither of them planned on being in the back seat of the cab of a fire truck having sex when alarm bells go off. Top the whole thing off with some whipped cream and a cherry on one hot firefighter… and you have some hot stuff!

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Adam smiled to himself. Some quality time together could lead to some fun activities later. He took her hand as they walked together to the parking lot where he led her to his truck. When they reached the passenger door, he paused and she looked up at him. He cupped her cheeks in his palms and lowered his head so that his mouth hovered over hers. Her lips parted and he brought his mouth slowly down. She gave a soft little moan as he nipped her lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth. Adam groaned as she kissed him back. Her kiss was almost tentative, as if she wasn’t sure what she was doing, and that turned him on even more. He drew her tight up against him and she moaned again. She tasted sweet, her body soft against his. When he drew away from the kiss, Casey looked up at him, her eyes wide. Her lips glistened with moisture beneath the parking lot lights. Adam brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. “Ready to go?” Casey drew her shoulders back. “Yes.” They both climbed into the truck and she smiled at him as he started the truck and put it into gear, and headed for the bar. When they pulled up to the parking spaces in front of the bar, Adam frowned. The place was closed and it looked like permanently. “So much for McKelly’s,” he said. She looked disappointed. “Guess that’s it for the night.” “It doesn’t have to be.” Adam moved close to her. “We can have a drink or coffee at my place. I live in Scottsdale, about twenty-five minutes from here.” Casey paused and her lips pursed in consideration. Her lips were so damned sexy. He couldn’t wait to kiss her again. “Okay,” she finally said and took a deep breath. “I’ll go with you. Just give me your

address so I can text it to my sister.”

Adam’s house was beautiful, Casey thought. His automotive business apparently did well, really well. Nerves tightened her belly as he let her into the house. She jumped as he closed the door behind her. She had sent Jett a text when they left McKelly’s and then again when they arrived in front of Adam’s house. The entire time he held her hand she felt warm sensations in her belly. Was he really into kink? Curiosity made her bite her lower lip. Did she want to find out? Yes. Casey followed him and enjoyed the view. He had a nice, tight ass and the leather pants showed it off perfectly. His back was muscular, his triceps well defined. A fantasy spun through her mind of seeing him naked and touching his hard body. Everywhere. The house was spacious with overstuffed couches, a recliner, and solid wood furniture that included a coffee table, end tables, and a sofa table. He went to the corner and she realized he had a wet bar. He raised a bottle of white wine. “Wine or something stronger?” “How about a rum and Coke?” She needed to relax, to not be so keyed up. “You’ve got it.” Her masked man drew out a bottle of rum and a can of Coke. “I think I’ll make it two.” She neared him and watched the play of muscles in his forearms as he filled two highball glasses with the soda and two shots of rum each. Casey raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” He smiled. Damn, his smile was so sexy. “Do you want me to make another one with less rum?” “No.” She could use a little extra to bolster her courage. The more she was here, the more she considered how much she wanted him. “This is fine.” Adam handed her the glass and she tipped it and swallowed. Her eyes watered a little from how strong the drink was. Warmth traveled down her throat to her belly where it heated her through. They moved to the couch and Adam had her sit close to him. His body felt warm and hard next to hers and she imagined what it would feel like to see that body… Completely naked. Mmmmm.

Casey took another drink of her rum and Coke. “Where is your automotive shop?” she asked as she brought her glass down. “Near the ASU campus in Tempe.” He slowly stroked her shoulder. “Same here,” Casey said after she took another drink. “I mean I work in that area. I manage a small bookstore on Mill Avenue.” “Jam’s Second Hand Books?” he asked. “That’s it.” The rum and coke was really starting to work its magic. She started to feel relaxed and more at ease. She went to take another drink and found that she had drained the glass. He took the glass and set it on an end table. “You may have gone through that a little fast.” “Are you really into kink?” She blurted the words out then mentally chastised herself. He considered her for a moment. “Would it scare you away if I said yes?” Casey shook her head. “Not at all.” Butterflies danced in her belly as she looked up into his brilliant green eyes. They were beautiful. She felt like she’d seen those eyes before tonight… Could she have met Adam before? Who did she know who had such green, green eyes? But then she wasn’t thinking about his eyes anymore. She was thinking about his lips and how good they felt when he’d kissed her in the parking lot. Adam got to his feet and took her hand and helped her stand. He brought her closer to him then slid his hands over her latex-covered hips and grabbed her ass and squeezed her to him, tight. She gasped when she felt his erection, huge against her belly. It sent excitement through her as well as a tiny amount of trepidation. Her heart pounded and her throat grew dry as he looked at her. “You’re beautiful, Casey.” She placed her palms on his chest and ran her tongue along her lower lip. “How do you know? Under this mask I could be hideous.” “No…” Adam smiled and shook his head. “You are a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman.” Casey caught her breath as he lowered his head and moved his lips over hers in a soft and sensual movement. She moaned as his kiss lit up her senses, driving her wild with need. She slid her palms up to his neck and touched his hood with her fingertips. She tasted rum and Coke on his tongue, but he also had a distinctly masculine taste that she loved. She drank in his scent, filling her body with it as they kissed.

His mouth was warm over hers, his tongue darting into her mouth and then he softly bit her lip and it made her cry out with want and need. Adam moved his hands from her ass and his palms slid up over the latex to her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she gave a little cry when he pinched them, feeling a small burst of pain before pleasure. He kissed her with more depth and pinched her nipples even harder. When he raised his head and she looked into his eyes, Casey’s breath came out in shallow pants. She touched the mask where it covered his cheek. “I want to see you.” A sexy smile crept over his face. “Soon enough.” “Do I know you?” She licked her lips again. “Your voice doesn’t sound familiar. The only thing that looks remotely familiar about you is your eyes. But I don’t remember anyone who has eyes like yours.” “Don’t worry, Casey.” He slid his fingers into her hair and cupped her face. “I’ll take care of you.”

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Jett closed her eyes as she rested her back against her bedroom door. Her heart was still beating faster than normal and she had a strong ache between her thighs. He was a stranger, her repairman, and she wanted him to take her. Anyplace, anytime, as long as it was soon. Her thoughts turned to the conversation she’d just had with her sister. Yeah, she needed to get laid, but she never fucked men she didn’t know. As bad as she wanted to proposition this man she wasn’t going to start now. Hell, for all she knew he was married. Jett stripped out of the baby doll lingerie and tossed it on her unmade bed. She paused and studied her reflection her mirrored closet doors. Her hair was a mess but she didn’t look as bad as she’d thought she did. She brought her hands to her breasts and watched herself as she cupped them, feeling their weight. Her breasts were generous with large nipples and desire shot through her as she pinched them. It had been way too long since she’d had sex or even an orgasm. She was tempted to give herself one right now… But what she needed was a nice cold shower. The cold shower didn’t do a damn bit of good. The entire time she’d been under the spray she’d wanted to slide her fingers between her thighs and stroke her clit while fantasizing about the repairman. He was in her house. The real thing. And if she wanted to reach out and touch him, then maybe that was just what she would do. Yes. She wanted Noah, and if he wasn’t attached she intended to do whatever she could to make him want her as badly as she wanted him. So much for not propositioning the man. To hell with that. With a smile, Jett dug in a drawer for a snug red tank top and pulled it over her head, not bothering to put on a bra. She picked out a pair of red panties and tugged on a short jean skirt. When she was dressed, she combed out her hair and blow-dried it just enough that it lay softly

around her face. She only bothered to put on a light coating of lipstick and mascara. Then headed out of her bedroom to find the tall, dark, and sexy Noah Johnson.

Noah felt like he could have hammered the nails with his cock, it was so hard. Damn, but Jett was hot. He could picture her in the shower, soap running down her firm, wet body, water running in rivulets between her breasts… He gritted his teeth as he finished tightening the new doorstop to the laundry room. The three sets of drapes were up, he just needed to repair the hole the doorknob had made behind the door, fix the leaky faucet, hang the pictures, and then he could get the hell out of there. “The drapes look great.” Jett spoke from behind him and heat burned through him at the sultry sound of her voice. “Glad you like—” Noah thought he was going to drop to his knees when he turned and saw Jett standing behind him in the doorway, wearing a little red tank-top with no bra and a tiny skirt. “—them,” he finished and didn’t think he had any breath left to say anything else. Jett picked up a clothes basket that he hadn’t noticed. “Do you mind if I get a load started?” Noah shook his head. “Come right in.” She smiled and her hip and shoulder brushed him as she came into the laundry room. Noah was mesmerized as she leaned forward to open the door of the front-loading washing machine and her skirt rose up to expose her ass. Jeez. She was wearing red panties. He loved a woman in red panties. She was doing it on purpose now. Something had changed and she was out to kill him. He watched as Jett loaded the machine, tempted to walk up and run his hand over her ass, feeling the silkiness of the material beneath his palm. When she got the load started, she turned around and faced him. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes a sultry blue and her nipples pressed against her tank top, the hard nubs begging for his mouth. “It’s already eleven.” Jett’s throat worked as she swallowed. “Would you like some lunch?” He wanted more than lunch but he just nodded, even though his fingers itched to take her Jett brushed past him again. His erection was so big that he had to adjust his jeans while her back was to him.

She glanced over his shoulder. “Roast beef sandwiches okay?” “Sure,” he said as he followed her into the modern kitchen. Sandwiches were not what he really wanted and he didn’t think that was what she really wanted, either. “Sweet tea?” she asked. He nodded and took the glass of tea she poured for him from a pitcher in the refrigerator. She poured herself a glass then returned the pitcher to the fridge. The tension in the air was thick with sexual awareness as Jett took the ingredients to make sandwiches out of the fridge. He watched her, his eyes constantly straying to her breasts. “How long have you lived in this place?” Noah asked, trying to find some way to get his mind off of her hard nipples that were raising the fabric of her T-shirt. “Three years,” Jett said as she made the sandwiches “Most of the house is restored into its original condition. It’s at least two hundred years old.” She gestured around the kitchen. “As you can see the kitchen is the exception. I like to cook so I had it remodeled and every modern convenience put in that I needed.” “You’ve done a great job,” he said. “I’m really happy with it.” Jett handed him a sandwich. “How long have you been in the construction business?” “From the time I was sixteen. My dad owned the business and I worked for him until eventually we went into business together,” Noah said as they moved to the kitchen nook table and sat down. “I took it over from him when he retired.” Jett tilted her head to the side. He loved the way her black hair looked as it swung over her shoulder and the brilliance of her blue eyes. “Why does your father do fix-it jobs if he’s retired?” “To keep busy.” Noah brought his sandwich to his mouth. “Dad can’t stand to sit still,” he said. “His broken leg won’t keep him down for long.” Noah took a bite and accepted a glass of lemonade from Jett that she had poured from a pitcher she’d taken from the fridge. As they ate lunch and drank their sweet tea, Jett told him about her sister and mother and her job downtown as a bank teller. Noah talked about his own family which included his dad, mom, and three brothers, along with more details about his construction business. He was amazed he was able to say anything to Jett as turned on as he was just being near her. When they finished eating, Noah watched as Jett put the wet clothes from the washer into the dryer. He would have helped but he was too busy looking at her red panties. She started another load of laundry in the washing machine then turned to face him. Her lips were parted, her eyes heavy lidded with arousal. She leaned back against the

washer, her breasts on prominent display. She wanted him and she was making that more than clear.

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Chandra couldn’t believe she was going home with a man she had barely met. She didn’t do things like this. But the visions—they had been so intense, and she wanted what she knew he had to offer. She wanted him. When she glanced at Wade, the red glow of the trucks lights illuminated his strong features. He was so damned sexy. Car lights, streetlights, signs and other lights flashed by as he headed toward North Phoenix. Chandra clenched her hands in her lap, which frustrated her to no end. Why did she have to constantly be on guard so that she didn’t accidentally brush another person’s hand? How could she be around Wade, be with him, and avoid touching hands with him? Perhaps the better question was what was she getting herself into? When they arrived at his house, Chandra’s arms ached from being so tense. She bit her lower lip and stared at his home. It was modest, like the man appeared to be, but even then he had some prime real estate. Wade lightly touched her arm, drawing her attention to him. “Would you prefer to go to your home and I’ll just kiss you goodnight?” The fact that he had offered warmed her like fine wine. Why not walk away? Why not believe this time that fate could be changed? Why not keep herself clear of the danger she knew was in his future? Fate. Chandra forced herself to relax and shook her head. She wanted tonight. She’d deal with whatever happened when the time came. Did she ever want this man. He gave her his sexy smile before opening his door and climbing out of the truck. The vehicle was so black it blended with the night once the lights were shut off. If it wasn’t for the

moonlight, likely the truck couldn’t be seen. Before he could make it around to her side, she was out of the vehicle with her hands deep in her jacket pockets. She didn’t want to know any more about what either of their futures held…just yet. Maybe never. Besides, what if this time his touch shot bolts of pain through her head like her visions normally did? Right now the last thing she wanted was a headache. While she waited for him to come around the vehicle to meet her, she tipped her head back and looked at the stars. They were so faint here in the city. The times she’d gone hiking with her cousins and sisters in the White Mountains she’d fallen in love with stars and she wished they could be as bright when she was in the city. She and Wade walked side-by-side down the lit stone path to the free-flowing home. He had a six-car garage off to one side of the house, but probably parked out front thinking she wouldn’t want to spend the night. Or maybe he just wanted sex and that was it. Whatever. She could deal with that. Cool air brushed the exposed tops of her breasts. She’d worn the sexy shirt and skirt just for him, which no doubt he’d picked up on. He hooked his arm around her shoulders, holding her close to his tall frame. The jacket and his warmth helped chase away the evening chill. After he let her in, illuminated the room and shut the door behind them, she took in the masculine home. It was a beautiful house. He had a great room where you could see the living room, kitchen, and dining area in one fell swoop. His couch and chairs were deep chocolate brown, and the floor was made of huge smooth stone tiles. A T-shirt was draped over one chair, a pair of boots kicked off in a corner, paper strewn across a rough wood table and a green pottery mug perched on one of the smaller end tables. It looked lived in and comfortable. Before Chandra had a chance to fully take in the furnishings, Wade gripped her from behind by her shoulders and turned her to face him. She tilted her face up to see his eyes were dark with hunger and she felt it straight to her toes. He grasped the back of her head with one hand and clasped one of her hips with his other, pressing her body tight against his so that she felt his hard cock through his pants against her belly. “I need to be inside you, baby,” he said in what came out as a low growl. “It’s your call, but you need to know how bad I want you.” A thrill skittered from her belly to between her thighs. “Yes,” she said without hesitation. Wade claimed her mouth, hard, demanding, dominating. He nibbled at her lower lip and

she whimpered from the exquisite sensations it caused. When he slid his tongue in her mouth, it tangled with hers. She in turn explored his mouth and reveled in the taste of him. Such a masculine flavor mixed with the beer he’d had earlier. He pushed her jacket from her shoulders, slipping it down to her elbows as his callused palms slid along her arms with the movement. She moaned into his mouth. Before he could reach her hands, she wiggled out of the jacket and let it drop to the floor. Wade groaned as he moved his hands from her arms to her chest, filling his hands with her breasts and massaging them through her low-cut blouse. He moved his mouth from hers, his stubble chafing her skin as he kissed the line of her jaw to her ear. She shivered when he gently bit her earlobe. With a moan she tilted her head back and he began working his way from her earlobe to her jaw and down her throat. Kissing, licking, sucking. Chandra brought her hands up and clenched his shirt in her fists. The desire winding through her body was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. When his mouth reached her cleavage, he teased her by licking the tops of her mounds just below her penny charm, gently biting her flesh. She was about to beg him to take off her shirt when he pulled the plunging neckline beneath her breasts so that she was bared, her breasts high and raised for him. Wade licked the soft skin between her breasts and she slipped her fingers into his hair and held him tight to her chest. He gave a soft laugh, grabbed her ass, and at the same time, latched onto one of her nipples. More little mewling sounds escaped her throat as he sucked and nipped and circled her areola with his tongue. The skin around her nipple tightened with every exploration of his tongue. It felt so good having his warm mouth on her nipple. He slid his mouth down the curve of her breast, leaving her wet nipple chilled and her other one aching. So damn slowly, he moved his lips up the curve of her other breasts and teased her with his tongue before sucking on it hard. So very hard. “I need more, Wade.” Her voice came out low and husky. “Mmmm…” He gave another soft bite and she groaned. “I intend to give you lots more.” Wade bunched his hands in her blouse and met her eyes as he jerked the shirt up and over her head, completely baring her from her waist up, and she was glad she hadn’t worn a bra. He took her mouth again and kissed her as he grasped her hips tighter with both hands and ground his erection against her belly. It felt so hard through the thin material of her skirt.

Chandra gasped into his mouth. His T-shirt rasped her nipples and his snug pants scraped the bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. Everything was like the first vision she’d had when he took her hand at the festival, yet nothing could compare to how she was actually feeling at this moment. She was so completely on fire, her folds wet, her nipples aching, her body craving, needing his touch. His lips moved from hers again and made it to the sensitive skin between her full breasts. He brushed his stubble back and forth, the rasping feeling driving her crazy. “W-Wade.” She braced her arms on his shoulders and thrust her chest out to him. “I can’t wait.” He groaned. “I love the way your skin tastes.” He started his way down her belly and brushed his stubble along with his lips down her soft skin until he reached her skirt. He tugged down, revealing her panties. “Kick off your shoes.” His voice was a husky command that she had no problem obeying. The moment her sandals were off, he yanked down both her underwear and skirt to her ankles at the same time he kneeled. She stepped out of her clothing, but had to keep her hands braced on his shoulders to steady herself. “I’ve got to taste you,” he said as he audibly inhaled.

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With what sounded like a growl, Adan slipped his hand into her curls and drew her closer. He ran his tongue along her lower lip then gently nipped at it. Kara startled at first—she’d never had a guy bite her lip before, but she loved it. She sighed and moved her hands up to his shoulders and into his long, thick hair. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she tasted him, drawing him deeper inside until she felt as if he possessed all of her in just that one kiss. Desire burned through Kara from the roots of her hair to that spot between her thighs that ached for him, that needed this man she didn’t even know. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized she truly knew absolutely nothing about him, yet she wanted him so bad she could taste it. What would it be like to feel him naked against her, to feel him thrust deep inside her? She could feel him hard against her belly, and she wondered how he might taste if she sucked his cock. Maybe she would go to bed with him. Right now. Adan moved his hands from her shoulders, slowly caressing her arms until he reached her hips. He drew her body flush with his and kneaded her butt. Her silky skirt rose up higher and higher until his hands were on her panties. Adan stilled as he felt bare flesh beneath his hands. He drew back from the kiss and stared down at Kara. She smiled and twirled her finger in a lock of his hair. “I liked that.” “Mmmm.” His smile was more than carnal. “I want to taste you.” Heat flared through her at the thought, but still she said, “It’s too soon for that.” Adan slid his hands to her waist and Kara gasped as he effortlessly picked her up and set her on the countertop. The granite was cool against her ass and her panties pulled tight against her clit. Her skirt rode high on her thighs. “I will not force you, love, but I believe you want me as much as I want you.” He moved between her thighs and kissed her, then brought his hands to her breasts and groaned against

her mouth. “You can tell me to leave and I will.” Leave? The mere thought made her want to scream, No…no! To hell with getting to know him better. Kara wanted this man. What better way to get to know him anyway? She braced her hands on the countertop and arched her back so that her breasts pressed against his palms. He gave a low rumble and moved his mouth down her neck to the silky blouse she wore. Through the fabric he pinched and pulled at her nipples, then found one with his mouth and tongue and she all but mewled with pleasure. She watched him as he suckled first one breast and then the other—no way did she want him to stop. His eyes met hers as he pushed up her blouse and then fingered the lace of her bra. “May I?” he asked, and at that moment Kara knew she would do about anything for his mouth on her nipples, his hand in her panties. “Yeah.” Her voice was husky and she looked at him through lowered lashes. “Suck them.” Adan’s eyes lit with dark fire as he pulled down her bra, causing her breasts to spill into his hands. He pressed his hips harder against her, spreading her legs further apart as he licked and sucked one nipple then the next. “I can’t believe this is happening.” She arched up higher. And I don’t want it to end. She knew she was out of her head, but right now she just didn’t care. He was good with his mouth and his hands. She couldn’t stop moaning and making sighs and gasps of pleasure as he kneaded her breasts while he suckled them. He rose up and cool air brushed her nipples, making them even tighter. Placing his hot palms on her thighs, he stared at her as he slowly moved them up to where her skirt barely covered her mound. “I’ve tasted your sweet lips and nipples,” he murmured. “I want to sample the rest of you.” Hell yes. Kara trembled at the thought. This was crazy—he was a complete stranger, and a futuristic one at that! “I only want what you want, Kara.” He slowly stroked the inside of her thigh down to her knee and back. “I will leave if you wish it.” “Don’t go,” she said before she could change her mind. Adan smiled. He knew he shouldn’t be here with an Earth woman from the past, but he needed to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. All he’d been able to do was think about her since last night.

Her delicious scent filled his senses as he pushed her skirt all the way up, exposing a tiny scrap of cloth covering her. He peeled it aside and she helped him by raising her ass. He slipped it down over her thighs and over her high heels. For a moment he braced his hands to either side of her hips and stared down at the beautiful woman before him. Her green eyes were wide and expressive and her full lips parted. Her blouse rode high over her pale breasts, her belly bare, her skirt around her waist, her thighs spread, and she was wide open to him. Adan pulled her so that her ass was at the edge of the countertop. He watched her as he knelt between her thighs and lowered his head. “Did you know you smell of peaches and springtime?” he asked as he lightly stroked the dark blond curls of her mound. “It has been a long time since I’ve seen the spring or smelled its sweet perfume.” Kara swallowed. Her folds tingled and throbbed as he spoke and stroked her with his skillful fingers. “Why haven’t you seen the spring? Have you been in prison or something?” He brought his finger along the inside of her thigh. “The world in which we live, it is an ice world. There is no spring, no summer, no fall. Only winter.” She squirmed. “Winter is my favorite time of year—at least when I go skiing and sledding up north.” “Then you would enjoy my world.” He lowered his head and the stubble on his cheek brushed the inside of her thigh. “And I would love to have you there. To warm my bed. I would fuck you morning and night.” Kara couldn’t help the tremors of desire that ran through her at the image of being this man’s sex kitten. It wasn’t her style, but the image of him taking her every way ’til Sunday made her hot beyond belief. “Stop talking and get down to business before I lose my mind.” He gave a soft laugh then licked her in one long swipe of his tongue. Kara almost screamed—something she never did. She wasn’t a screamer, and never would be. But she’d never been so hot for a man in all her years, and had never experienced anything as erotic as this moment. He slipped a finger then two into her channel and she watched the big man lick and suck her while sliding his fingers in and out. “You’re good.” She pressed herself tighter against his face. “So frigging good.” Like a big bear, Adan rumbled and continued to devour her. His stubble chafed her and the inside of her thighs, adding to the exquisite sensations. Her breathing grew deeper and her skin glistened with sweat as he drew her closer and closer to the brink. The climax built within her, expanding outward, bigger and bigger and bigger until it exploded.

Kara gave a soft cry as she climaxed with the most amazing orgasm of her life. Her body shuddered and wouldn’t stop, and she swore she saw spots before her eyes. Adan gripped her hips in his hands and only pressed his face deeper into her, licking her long and hard, driving her from one powerful orgasm to another, making her body shudder with the power of the sensations. He kept going until she’d had too many orgasms to count, until she begged him to stop. When he finally rose up to stand between her thighs, he gathered her into his arms and held her so close to him she could hear his rapid heartbeat. She was still sitting on the countertop, his firm cock tight against her. She could feel it through the material and she couldn’t wait to have that cock driving in and out of her. “Damn.” Kara tilted her head to look up at Adan. “All I can say is damn that was great.” “You taste delicious.” Adan lowered his face to hers and she caught her scent mingled with his masculine smell of winter breezes and testosterone, and he kissed her.

About Jaymie

Jaymie Holland is the romantic erotica alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray. Jaymie’s work should always be handled with oven mitts! Cheyenne’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including *RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year *Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure. *Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance *The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award *Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews *CAPA award from The Romance Studio Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books. Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website at CheyenneMcCray.com and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!

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