The Devil Made Me Do It

The Devil Made Me Do It A collection of wickedly fun love stories

by Amelia James

Copyright  2011 by Amelia James All rights reserved. No part of this book shall be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, magnetic, photographic including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher. No patent liability is assumed with respect to the use of the information contained herein. Although every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher and author assume no responsibility for errors or omissions. Neither is any liability assumed for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Warning: Explicit language Other titles by Amelia James Coming soon: Tell Me You Want Me Secret Storm

This book is dedicated to: My husband and my friends For encouraging me to get in touch with my inner slut.

Contents Midnight Rendezvous ...................................... 1 Party Favors.................................................... 9 Bottoms Up................................................... 24 Performance Anxiety...................................... 34 A Quickie: Mattress Inventory ........................ 43 A Quickie: Lunch Date .................................. 49 A Quickie: Late for Work ................................ 52 Playing Rough ............................................... 57 Daydreams ................................................... 65 Midnight Snack ............................................. 74 Wicked Games .............................................. 79 The Devil Made Me Do It ................................ 93 Ebook Bonus: Disobedient….…………………..109

Midnight Rendezvous It was a dark and stormy night. Lighting streaked across the sky like silent wraiths chased by roaring thunder. The wind howled through the trees like— ―Get a hold of yourself, Gwendolyn!‖ Gwen Carter giggled at her melodramatic musings as she flipped the windshield wipers on, her hands trembling slightly on the steering wheel. A brilliant streak of lightning pointed the way to her destination, Dunbarton Castle. ‗Room four,‘ the note said. She parked her car in front of the restored highland fortress and re-read the note. I saw you on the street today and knew I had to have you. Dunbarton Castle, room four, midnight. I’m waiting for you. The computer-printed note was unsigned, but she knew it was from her husband, Jake. Their vacation in Scotland was a mutual fantasy come true. And just last night they talked about making other fantasies come true…. “Tell me your fantasy, Gwen.” Jake breathed the words on his wife’s bare skin and pulled her closer. His lips touched her shoulder and she sighed. “Tell me yours,” she challenged, snuggling against his long hard body, nesting into the soft sheets. Jake smiled. He hoped she was still feeling bold after their lovemaking. She surprised him at the restaurant when she told him she wanted his cock for dessert. She surprised him even more when they got back to their hotel and carried out her suggestion, yanking down his pants and giving him the blowjob of his life. Maybe being on vacation in a foreign country, away from family and friends gave her more confidence. But apparently, he would have to make the first confession. 1

“My fantasy,” he paused, searching for the perfect words, “is a midnight rendezvous with a fiery redhaired stranger. I’d take her someplace quiet and private and have my way with her.” He wound one of her red curls around his finger. “A stranger?” Gwen’s green eyes flashed, and she didn’t have to say a word to let her husband know she didn’t like that idea. “But you would be the stranger, baby.” He kissed her, stirring her senses as his tongue explored her mouth. “Hmm…so there’s a little bit of role-playing involved.” An interesting concept, she thought, drawing hearts on his chest with her fingertips. “Your turn.” Jake had no idea what she dreamed about, but he longed to fulfill her fantasies. “Oh…I don’t know.” Was she brave enough to tell him what she really wanted? “It might shock you.” “I doubt it.” But he hoped it would. “Now keep in mind this is just a fantasy,” she warned him. “It doesn’t mean I actually want to do this.” “I understand.” Gwen took a deep breath and gave him a shy smile. “I would like…. I dream about….” Just say it, Gwen! “I dream about you…and another man making love to me at the same time.” Jake closed his eyes and let the image fill his mind. Making love to his wife…another man touching her…. Blood boiled in his veins. He couldn’t decide if the idea was shocking or exciting. Gwen bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you.” “No,” Jake smiled and stroked her hair. “I wanted to know.” “It’s just a stupid dream—” He kissed her again, cutting off her excuses. “It’s your dream,” he whispered, looking into her eyes. “And I’d love to make it come true, but….”

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“I don’t want you to.” Her arms slid around his neck, pulling his mouth to hers as he rolled on top of her. “I don’t want anyone but you.” Their bodies twined together, and as his cock slid into her, he couldn’t mistake the renewed wetness between her thighs. No doubt her fantasy excited her as much as it excited him. “I love you,” he moaned, kissing her as he moved inside her, rebuilding her fire. “I love you, too.” Gwen wrapped her legs around his hips. She looked up at him and flashed a wicked grin. “I’ll be your stranger.” “When?” His heart skipped and he started making plans. “Anytime,” she purred. His blue eyes sparkled. “I’m going to hold you to that.” “Please do.” Gwen sighed and closed her eyes, sliding her hands down his back to his bottom, holding him close. Her fantasy could never be real, but she was content to let it remain a fantasy…. An uncertain smile twisted her lips as she stepped inside the castle. A key was enclosed with the note, so she ignored the sleepy innkeeper and found room four on the second floor. Turning the key in the ancient lock, she opened the door and caught her breath, sure she‘d stepped back in time. The first thing she noticed was the gigantic goose down bed, covered in velvet with silken curtains draped from carved wooden posts at each corner. A tantalizing fire warmed the stone fireplace, drawing her into the room. Over the mantle hung an ancient portrait of a fierce Highland warrior. Gwen studied it for a moment as lightning lit his face, adding heat and passion to his wild blue eyes. Gwen smiled. Blue eyes were her favorite. Jake had blue eyes, deep blue eyes, and chocolate-brown hair, broad shoulders, and six foot three inches of pure male muscle. Even after ten years of marriage, she never got tired of looking at him. The electric chandelier burned much too brightly for the medieval atmosphere, so Gwen decided to light 3

some candles instead. She found a few and was searching for matches when lightning exploded in the courtyard and the power went out, plunging her into darkness. Gwen stood still for several heart-racing seconds while she waited for her eyes to adjust. But before she could regain her bearings, someone grabbed her from behind and tied a blindfold over her eyes. Too stunned to react, Gwen was lifted off her feet and tossed onto the bed. ―Jake!‖ she cried out, hoping her husband was the one tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. ―Jake, please tell me it‘s you.‖ She didn‘t get an answer. Her captor tested her bonds, making sure they would hold her without hurting her. Then he turned his attention to removing her clothes. Gwen gasped and squirmed as he trailed his fingers up her long legs to the hem of her dress. An intoxicating combination of fear and excitement streaked through her outstretched limbs. She had no real proof this man was her husband, and she seriously questioned her decision to go without underwear for the night. A few tiny buttons were all that protected her quivering skin from his touch, and he made quick work of those. He tore off the delicate spaghetti straps and tossed the garment aside, leaving her naked and helpless on the bed. Her trembling nipples puckered into tight buds. The cool night air whispered over her exposed clit, making it glisten in the dark. Her unknown tormentor watched her struggle against the bindings, tossing her head, searching blindly for an escape. Long red curls spilled over the pillow, creating a fiery halo around her face. Her pale skin flushed pink from exertion, fear, and maybe just a little excitement. He smiled, pleased with his work. ―What are you going to do to me?‖ Gwen tugged at her restraints, not really wanting to escape, but not knowing where he was or what he was doing pushed her very close to panic. 4

Unable to see, Gwen‘s remaining senses became acutely aware of his actions. She felt the bed sag as he kneeled between her legs, felt the warmth of his naked skin as he pressed his body on top of her. The familiar scent of shaving cream and just a little sweat surrounded her, and she heard a soft moan escape his lips as his mouth captured hers, the taste of Scottish ale on his tongue. Her body arched into his, her hips lifting off the bed to rub against his erection. He indulged her for a moment, grinding against her, then moved away. She tugged at her bindings, wanting to wrap her arms or legs or something around him to keep him close and pull him in. Feather light kisses moved down her throat, barely brushing her tight nipples as she felt him move to one side of the bed. He seemed to be reaching for something, but what? A caress like none she‘d ever felt before swirled around her breasts. Too soft to be his fingers, too dry to be his tongue, the soft strokes teased her nipples. ―What is that?‖ she moaned. Softness touched her lips, brushing beneath her nose, and she instantly recognized the scent—a rose petal. She remembered seeing a vase of roses beside the bed. The rose petal brushed lightly over her nipples, followed by his lips. Drawing a map with the rose, he explored the trail with his tongue, moving down her body between her spread legs. The rose petal swirled over her wet flesh, and then his tongue invaded her. Gwen moaned and mewed as his warm wet tongue slid around, over, and inside her heated core. Her senses were on edge, aware of everything at once and nothing at all. Awareness became realization, and Gwen suddenly knew there was someone else in the room. The distinctively male scent of leather and straw teased her. A calloused fingertip stroked across her cheek. Was he there to watch or—

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Another set of lips closed over her nipple. Gwen gasped out loud. Two men—one at her breast and one at her thighs—two men were pleasing her at the same time. Her favorite fantasy. Gwen‘s mystery lover raised his mouth to her ear. ―Such a bonnie lass you are,‖ he whispered in a rich Scottish brogue. ―I shall greatly enjoy feasting upon you this night.‖ His kiss was sweet, like honey and some ancient whisky. Gwen pulled at her restraints until they bit into her skin, longing to touch him. ―Who are you?‖ ―Tis no matter, wee lassie. I am here to please you.‖ He drew circles around her nipples with the tip of his tongue. ―That is all you need to know.‖ Gwen surrendered herself to pleasure. While Jake suckled her aching clit, her unknown lover suckled her swollen breasts, devoting equal attention to each one. Feeling the heat pouring from her body, Jake slipped two fingers inside her, stoking the fire between her legs. Two more fingers joined them, filling her, stretching her. Together the men stroked her to her first orgasm of the night. Gwen squealed and arched off the bed, an inferno racing through her blood. Jake raised his head and captured her cries in his mouth. Breaking their kiss, he kneeled over her and brushed his cock against her still wet lips. She opened her mouth and drew it in, swirling her tongue around its head. Hearing her husband gasp, she sucked him harder, tasting the first drops of his pleasure. Seizing the opportunity, the Scot pressed his lips between her legs, kissing her softly, then drawing his tongue in slow, maddening circles until she cried out a second time, sending white-hot lightning through her entire body. Gwen lay limp on the bed, wondering what unknown exquisite torture would come next. She didn‘t wonder for long. Her mystery lover sat up on his knees and drove his erection into her hard and deep. She raised her hips, begging for all of him. He didn‘t deny her. Gripping her thighs, he pounded into her swollen flesh while Jake rolled her nipples 6

between his teeth and tongue, sliding his hand down her body to stroke her swollen nub. Her body twitched and twisted, overwhelmed by sensations she couldn‘t name. Faster and harder, both men moved in a perfect rhythm while Gwen could only marvel at the storm their bodies created inside her. Jake marveled at her wild response. ―I can‘t wait any longer, baby.‖ He moved to take her as the Scot pulled out. ―Don‘t wait.‖ She spread her legs as far as the bindings allowed. ―Take me now.‖ ―As you wish.‖ He rocked back on his knees and entered her with a grinding thrust that nearly splintered her senses. But something was missing. Where was her mystery lover? Her breasts ached for his touch but she didn‘t feel him there. Instead, she felt his hot breath first and then his tongue—she couldn‘t believe it—she felt his tongue touch her clit. The thrusts of his tongue complemented the thrusts of her husband‘s cock, laving her when Jake slid out, pulling back when he slid in deep. This was better than anything she imagined. Relentless pleasure was all she knew; the aching, pounding, driving force consumed her. When Gwen could no longer stand it, she screamed, drowning out the storm still raging outside the castle. She felt Jake‘s hot release inside her and the Scot‘s hot release on her breasts. Barely aware of reality and still quivering, Gwen felt the blindfold being removed. She felt a light, sweet kiss press against her lips, and she looked up into the wild blue eyes of a highland warrior. ―May all your fantasies come true, lassie.‖ He winked at her and then he was gone. When Jake untied her, she immediately rolled into his arms. ―I love you,‖ she whispered, kissing him. ―I love you, too,‖ he kissed her back. ―Who was he?‖ She had to know. ―Who was who?‖ ―The other man.‖ 7

―Other man?‖ Jake frowned and shook his head. ―I was the only one here, baby.‖ ―But…there was another man,‖ Gwen said. ―A highlander.‖ ―I know two men is your favorite fantasy, but I just can‘t share you with anyone.‖ Jake smiled and kissed her. ―Your imagination‘s working overtime. Get some sleep.‖ Gwen sighed and snuggled close to her husband. But she couldn‘t sleep. She knew there was another man. His touch was too real to be imagined. A last distant flash of lightning illuminated the room, drawing Gwen‘s eyes to the painting above the fireplace. Drawn out of bed, she walked to the painting, studying it. It was him. Her mystery lover. The highland warrior in the portrait had the same wild blue eyes, the same hands, the same lips she knew so well. Thick black hair fell to his shoulders. Braids at each temple marked him as chieftain of his clan. His powerfully built body showed the strength of a natural leader, and the sensuous smile on his lips showed the skill of a practiced lover. She ran her fingers over his painted skin, still feeling the warmth of his caress. Gwen touched a small brass plaque in the corner of the portrait.

Duncan MacKenzie, Laird of Dunbarton. Born 1527, died 1564. Known throughout the highlands as a protector of his clan. Known for all time as every woman’s fantasy.

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Party Favors ―Trick-or-treat!‖ Heather O‘Connor smiled down at the four little hobgoblins on her doorstep. Well, only one of them resembled anything close to a goblin, she thought, taking note of their costumes as she dropped Hershey bars into their wide open baskets. The fairy princess smiled and said thank you. Wolverine took his candy and ran to the next house. Boba Fett and the ghoulish-looking urchin chimed, ―Thank you, ma‘am,‖ and took off after their friends. ―Happy Halloween,‖ Heather said as she closed the front door. ―Better put your costume on, baby,‖ Eric O‘Connor glanced at the clock. ―Our guests will be here any minute.‖ ―I‘m almost ready.‖ She put the goodie basket on the hall table and took a long look at her husband. Wow. She knew he looked good in a uniform, but that French Foreign Legionnaire‘s costume nearly brought her to her knees. Its caramel-colored lieutenant‘s jacket and ivory pants enhanced Eric‘s already striking features, complementing his brown hair and tanned skin. Shiny black boots, a gun belt, and crisscrossed bandoleers completed the fantasy. Heather sighed. She could just look at him for days— and touch him forever. ―This isn‘t loaded, is it?‖ She pulled a pistol from its holster. Eric smiled. ―It‘s not even real.‖ He bent the solid rubber barrel in his fingers. ―Good. Where are the kids?‖ Heather hurried toward the bedroom.

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Eric checked the clock again, following her. ―Jackie picked them up ten minutes ago.‖ His sister-in-law promised to take Jason and Sarah trick-or-treating while their parents hosted their annual costume party. ―She‘ll bring them back tomorrow afternoon.‖ ―Ooh,‖ Heather purred, sliding into her husband‘s arms. ―Alone at last.‖ Her fingers caressed his chest, playing with the replica medals on his jacket. Then her hand slid down below his belt, tugging at his button fly. Eric‘s hard and fast response to her hot caress nearly sent the buttons across the room. Heather grinned and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she ground against his hard heat. Need made her wet. Forgetting about the time, she wrapped one leg around his and rode him through their clothes. ―Not for long,‖ Eric groaned. But he indulged her for a moment. His hands slid under her bottom, fitting his erection between her damp thighs. He loved feeling her hot and wet against him, but right now he didn‘t have enough time to satisfy her the way he wanted to. ―What are you doing to me, woman?‖ ―Getting you primed for tonight.‖ She flicked her tongue between his lips, pulling back when he tried to capture it. ―Wicked little tramp,‖ he groaned into her mouth. He unwrapped her legs and pushed her into the bedroom with a playful swat across her bottom. ―Now go get dressed.‖ ―Yes corporal!‖ She gave him a saucy salute. ―I‘m a lieutenant,‖ he reminded her, pointing to the rank insignia on his shoulder. Heather studied him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. ―Maybe so, but you fuck like a four-star general.‖ Eric‘s mouth dropped open, hardly believing his ears. He immediately decided to send the kids to their Aunt Jackie‘s more often. An inspired smile twisted his lips. ―I‘ll show you four stars, baby.‖ He lunged for her. ―Come ‘ere!‖ 10

Heather giggled and closed the bedroom door in his face. ―Dammit!‖ Eric cursed as the doorbell rang. Quickly adjusting his pants, he opened the front door and welcomed their first guests. Heather joined the party a few minutes later. Eric couldn‘t take his eyes off her as she walked into the dining room, greeting their guests. And he wasn‘t the only one. Dressed as an Arabian belly dancer, Heather captured the attention of every man in the room. Her veiled skirt swirled around her, revealing bare legs, bare feet, and jingling gold chains around each ankle. A half-vest with three tiny buttons was all that covered her apple-shaped breasts. Eric smiled. She was small enough to go without a bra, and he was fairly certain she was naked under that vest. His eyes slid from her breasts to her belly where a black pearl dangled from a gold hoop pierced through her navel. He loved that piece of jewelry. She caught his eye and blew a kiss at him through the sheer veil over her face. Eric closed his eyes and wished the party guests into oblivion but it didn‘t work. ―The same thing happens every year,‖ he grumbled to no one into particular. ―What‘s that?‖ asked the pirate next to him. Eric studied the man but didn‘t recognize him. He wasn‘t surprised. The O‘Connor Halloween party was well-known in their community. Guests invited other guests until Eric and Heather only knew about half the people there. Eric gave the pirate a half smile and nodded in the direction of his enticing wife. ―She plans this huge party and wears a costume that gives me a raging woody the entire night.‖ The pirate chuckled softly, suffering the same affliction himself. ―She‘s very beautiful,‖ he said, gazing at her. Heather‘s long black hair spilled over her shoulders and her green eyes twinkled as she laughed at a joke he couldn‘t hear. Beautiful, yes, but too slim for his taste. He liked a woman with curves. ―You‘re a lucky man,‖ he said to Eric. 11

―I know.‖ Eric grinned. A hundred dirty thoughts all involving his wife naked and sweaty formed in his mind as he watched her circulate among the guests. He suddenly realized he couldn‘t act on any of them if he spent the whole night staring at her from across the room. The pirate watched Eric try to pull Heather away from the crowd, but one of their many guests cut off their escape route, asking for more beer. The pirate frowned at his own empty mug and decided he needed another drink, too. He headed for a group of men in a corner, guessing they were gathered around the keg. Instead of beer he found a goddess—Aphrodite—in the flesh. Surrounded by half a dozen fascinated men, Aphrodite smiled and made polite conversation. Equally fascinated, the pirate smiled as his eyes slid over her lush curves. This was the kind of woman he liked. Her costume was simple but breathtaking. A pale blue dress draped her body, falling over one shoulder to her sandaled feet. The gown was so sheer it left little to the imagination, especially her rosy nipples and generous breasts. And he caught a teasing glimpse of the golden patch of hair between her thighs. The gold armbands she wore matched the gold and jeweled clasp in her hair. Blonde curls dangled past her creamy shoulders, cascading down her bare back. Truly a goddess, the pirate thought. He didn‘t need another drink. He was intoxicated by the sight of her. She felt the pirate approach before she saw him. His engaging presence reached out and stroked her senses, drawing her attention away from her groupies and holding her captive in his gaze. Pirates—her favorite fantasy bad boy—stirred images of hot and reckless passion. His white silk shirt fell open to his waist, where a brilliant red sash held a wicked-looking sword. Her heartbeat quickened, wondering if the man inside the costume was as dangerous as he looked. Their eyes locked.

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Rescue me. The pirate read the goddess‘s thoughts in her heavenly blue eyes. Her admirers parted before him like the sea before an invading ship. He held out his hand to her. ―Dance with me,‖ he commanded. Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her into his arms and danced her into the living room. Ignoring the driving beat of the music, he held her close, moving slowly against her to a rhythm of their own making. ―Thank you for saving me. I was being bored to death.‖ Aphrodite slid her arms around his neck. She tangled her fingers in the golden brown hair that fell to his shoulders and gave it a tug. It was all his. ―You‘re a true gentleman.‖ The pirate raised an eyebrow then grinned. ―Don‘t tell anyone. You‘ll ruin my reputation.‖ He did his best to destroy it again when he stroked his thumb in circles over her nipple. ―Yes, of course,‖ she gasped at the feel of silk and heat rubbing against her skin. ―The pirate captain never takes prisoners.‖ ―Until tonight.‖ Boldly massaging her breast, he leaned down and nibbled her bare shoulder, directing their dance toward the dark hallway. ―Come with me, captive.‖ They tried every door, but only one was unlocked. Stepping into a small library, he switched on the light to make sure they were alone and locked the door behind them. Oak bookshelves lined two walls, a curtain-covered window filled the third wall, and a fireplace and mirror decorated the fourth wall. He thought it odd to have such a gaudy mirror in a library but decided he might be able to put it to good use. An antique desk and leather chair sat in front of the bookshelves opposite the mirror, and a velvet couch rested below the window. They could still hear the dance music, now a slow seductive rhythm. The pirate pulled the goddess into his arms, sliding his hand over her body from her hips to her thigh, caressing her through the sheer silk. 13

―Aphrodite,‖ he whispered into her hair, ―goddess of love?‖ He wasn‘t sure he remembered Greek mythology. ―And beauty.‖ He smiled. No one needed to tell him that. ―You‘ve enchanted me, goddess,‖ he said softly, his voice turned husky with longing. ―All I can think about is touching you.‖ He did more than think about it. Searching through the folds of her wrapped gown, he found a way inside. She shivered in his arms as his fingers touched her skin. ―Have mercy, captain. I‘m helpless to resist you.‖ But her wandering hands told him he was at her mercy as she explored the laces of his pants, stimulating his erection. ―I may have to torture you,‖ he growled, his cock throbbing beneath her touch. ―Yes, please.‖ She unlaced his breeches and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking his hard length, feeling his groan all the way to her toes. While she caressed him, his hands slid under her gown. He leaned back and watched her nipples turn erect. Drawing circles around one with his thumb, he took the other in his mouth and suckled her through the silk. The warm wet fabric teased Aphrodite‘s skin, building a damp ache between her thighs. He could see her naked body through her costume—everyone at the party could—but now he wanted to see her without the silk covering. The pirate unwrapped the goddess‘s gown and stepped back. The sight of her full, rose-tipped breasts and curved hips was more than he could bear. His cock lengthened another inch, pushing free of his pants and standing at full attention. ―I‘m glad you like what you see,‖ Aphrodite purred. She sat on the desk and spread her legs, sliding her fingers through her blonde bush into her moist pink folds. Her head dropped onto her shoulder and she sighed, warm pleasure spreading through her limbs as she stroked. 14

The pirate was content to watch her cherry red fingernails draw teasing patterns on her flesh. He would watch—for now—until he decided what to do to her first. But the pirate wasn‘t the only one enjoying her erotic display. When Heather saw the pair dance into the hallway, she signaled Eric and followed them. Unnoticed by anyone else, she slipped into the master bedroom, into a secret closet containing only a large painting, a small couch beneath the painting, and two winged chairs facing it. She flipped a switch and the painting slid aside, revealing the backside of the library mirror. Through the mirror, she could watch the activity in the library without being seen. Eric joined her a few minutes later. ―Did I miss anything?‖ ―It‘s just getting interesting,‖ Heather breathed, mindlessly slipping her fingers under her vest to pinch an erect nipple. Kneeling behind her on the couch, Eric slid a hand over the other breast, rested his chin on her shoulder, and stared though the mirror. Her lips formed a silent O as their fingers teased her nipples. ―They didn‘t waste much time,‖ Eric murmured, feeling his cock harden as he watched the naked goddess seduce the pirate. He nibbled his wife‘s neck, blowing a warm breath on her quivering skin. Heather shivered and wiggled her bottom against his erection, smiling when she heard him moan. ―Shh! He‘s touching her.‖ The pirate stepped close to his goddess and kissed her. He tangled his fingers with hers and slid them deep into her slick channel. She gasped into his mouth and clutched his arm with her free hand. Frowning at the fabric separating them, she pushed his shirt to the floor, gasping again as their fingers pulled out, then re-entered, twisting inside her. She

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spread her legs wider, trying to take more, feeling both satisfied and wanting. He pulled their fingers out and dragged them up over her clit, circling for a moment then sliding them up her belly to her breasts. Aphrodite leaned back on the desk while he painted flower petals around her nipples, licking up her juices then dipping his fingers back inside for more. ―Sweet Ambrosia,‖ he whispered as he suckled her breasts. His tongue flickered in and out of his mouth until the cinnamon honey flavor was gone. He thrust two fingers inside for more, circling his thumb around her hardened nub, and Aphrodite squealed, squeezing her thighs shut over his hand and holding him there until her body stopped shuddering. She sat up and sucked his fingers dry. ―Do you like that?‖ he asked, shocked that a woman would taste herself. ―Yes.‖ She kissed him, opening her mouth so he could taste her juice on her tongue. His knees buckled and he caught himself on the desk. She turned him, resting his body against the solid oak. They yanked his pants down to his boots. When she kneeled in front of him, he thought she was going to pull his boots off, but she pulled his cock into her mouth instead. His knees nearly buckled again and he braced his arms on the desk. ―Oh god,‖ Eric moaned as he rubbed his own aching erection against his wife‘s ass. She turned in his arms. ―Do you want me to do that to you?‖ He nodded as she pushed him into the chair, dropped to her knees, and pulled his button fly wide open. His cock sprang free, hitting her waiting lips. Heather nearly swallowed him whole, taking him deep then sucking hard as she pulled up to circle the tip with her tongue. Eric knew he wouldn‘t last long. But he knew the stimulation of his wife and the naked 16

couple in the next room was more than enough to arouse him again—and quickly. Heather moaned and the vibration nearly sent him through the roof. He felt her fingers curl around his balls, sliding toward the spot that would finish him. Liquid heat shot through his body as his hot liquid shot into her mouth. She swallowed it all and licked him clean. Eric leaned forward, shaky and weak. He pulled her up and kissed her, falling with her onto the couch. Heather unbuttoned her vest and tossed it aside, smiling as Eric sat up and watched her fondle her nipples. Then something on the other side of the mirror caught his attention. She noticed his expression and sat up. ―What are they doing now?‖ The pirate‘s knuckles turned white and he braced himself again as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Her polished fingertips circled his anus, and she gently slipped one inside. Not far—but far enough to drop him to the floor. She circled her fingers around his testicles and squeezed tight, stopping his orgasm just before it started. Gasping for breath, the pirate clenched his jaw, fighting for control. ―No woman has ever brought me to my knees.‖ ―Stay down there and enjoy it.‖ She wheeled the leather chair in front of him and sat down, spreading her legs over its wooden arms. ―Holy shit!‖ Eric gasped. Heather looked at her husband. His hands were wrapped around his cock. ―Are you ready again?‖ ―Damn near.‖ She covered his hand with hers and together they stroked him. ―This is even better than last year,‖ Heather giggled. ―Uh-huh.‖ Eric‘s hand snaked under her skirt. ―Be quiet and watch.‖

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The pirate eyed her offering as he pulled off his boots and his pants. The woman had forgotten her place. A determined smile twisted his lips. He knew how to remind her who was in command. Without warning, he leaned forward and bit her inner thigh. Aphrodite squealed and half leaped out of the chair, but the pirate held her prisoner. ―No mercy,‖ he said, turning his head to nip her velvety soft skin. Quivering with pain and pleasure, she grabbed the back of his neck and lifted his face to hers. ―You know what I want, pirate.‖ ―Silence, captive.‖ His mouth captured hers, cutting off her protest. ―I‘ll pleasure you when I choose.‖ He untangled her fingers from his hair and lightly bit her nipple before lowering his head between her legs. Aphrodite‘s painted fingers curled into his shoulders as he took tiny bites of her flesh. She squealed when he bit her, then sighed when he licked the spot to soothe it. Her patience was wearing thin. When was he going to take her into his mouth? But ooh…that little nibble near her bottom felt so good. Tiny chills danced up and down her spine, chased by hot licks of flame. The flame became an inferno, completely devouring the chills as his tongue swept over her pink folds from bottom to top and back again. Her heat engulfed him, and he forgot his plan to bring her to her knees as she did to him. Consumed by the desire to please her, the pirate feasted on her, nibbling and tasting his way through her sweet flesh until he found the succulent morsel he was searching for. Circling her clit with his tongue, he thrust two fingers inside her, stroking deep, stroking hard. ―Oh,‖ she gasped. ―Oh!‖ She was falling, falling over the edge and nothing could stop her. ―Help!‖ The world shattered and she fell into the arms of her pirate tormenter. He held her close and lay back on the floor. Urging her up on her knees, he slid beneath her, thrusting his tongue into her tight channel. 18

―What?‖ She barely had the strength to remain upright. ―I‘ll pleasure you until I choose.‖ Suddenly, Eric‘s hand wasn‘t enough. Heather looked into his eyes and saw the same pulsing need she felt. She gave him a wicked smile, almost a snarl. ―Eat me,‖ she whispered, her lips teasing his. ―As you wish.‖ His tongue slipped inside her mouth as he moved her to the chair. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and ripped off her wet G-string. He thrust out his tongue, hardened it, leaned down, and touched her clit. Heather‘s thighs clenched tight around his head. He pushed them apart and slid his mouth down, sucking as he went. She twisted in the chair and he had to hold her still so he could continue sucking, licking, and tasting. Her musky sweet scent was enough to drive him crazy, but her wild pepper taste brought his cock back to full readiness. She could see into the library over his shoulder. Watching a man going down on a woman and having it done to her at the same time was—oh my!—so exciting and wicked. She squirmed as he held her, rubbing against his mouth, begging for more, pinching her nipples hard while Eric sucked on her clit. The pulsing need spread through her body like a living thing, possessing her completely until all she knew was that she…needed…more…. And then she got everything she needed—and more. Her mouth fell open, but her satisfaction was so great she couldn‘t scream. A violent shudder twisted her from Eric‘s grasp, and he fell back against the couch, panting. Heather jumped on top of him, sliding her still contracting pussy over his erection. They unbuttoned his sweaty coat and threw it off. Her orgasm never stopped as she sank her fingers into his shoulders and rode him, driving shudder after

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shudder through her until her screams rattled the mirror. But Eric held back, knowing she was capable of so much more. ―Let‘s get into a position where we can see better.‖ She nodded and he helped her kneel on the couch, facing the mirror. He stood behind her, slowly rubbing his cock between her thighs. Aphrodite cried out and fell forward, landing on her hands. She collapsed on the Oriental rug, breathing hard. The pirate rolled over and got up. He pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk, presenting himself with her beautiful peach-shaped bottom. Spreading her legs with his knees, he grabbed her hips and slammed into her. He groaned as her body molded around him. ―I have wanted to do this to you since the moment I saw you, goddess.‖ He lingered inside her slick heat, then slowly pulled out and slammed in again. She wiggled backward, grinding against him. ―Then have your way with me, captain.‖ So he did. Heather and Eric were mesmerized, watching the pirate‘s cock slide in and out of the goddess. The pirate‘s entire body, from his broad shoulders all the way to his firm buttocks and powerful thighs, flexed with every thrust. Aphrodite stretched out over the desk, rubbing her breasts against the smooth surface. ―Remember how the desk feels under your naked skin, baby?‖ Eric brushed his fingers over her breasts, sending sizzling chills through her. ―Oh, yes.‖ Heather smiled, knowing how the cool polished wood tingled against hot hard nipples. Her eyes fixed on the spot where the naked couple‘s flesh met and parted over and over again, and her breathing grew shallow. Eric felt her thighs tighten around him. Her juices streamed over his cock and down his legs. ―Do you

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want me to do that to you?‖ he whispered, following his wife‘s gaze. ―Not yet,‖ she answered. ―Let‘s watch a while longer.‖ He moaned in protest, but forgot his complaint when the pirate pulled out of Aphrodite and led her to the couch. He sat down and settled her spread legs over him. She impaled herself on his glistening erection, riding him for her pleasure. Heather moaned and Eric smiled as she wiggled against him, seeking penetration. His hands slid around her, covering her breasts while her fingers slipped between her lower lips. Their rhythm soon matched the lovers in the library as Heather and Eric stared through the mirror. Knowing the naked couple fucking in the next room were completely unaware they were on display increased the watchers‘ passion, driving them into each other at a frenzied pace. Eric placed his hand over hers and together they massaged her clit, competing for contact until Heather‘s fingers slid lower to grasp his cock. But she couldn‘t maintain her hold as he moved harder and faster. Bracing herself on the couch, she slammed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal strength. He squeezed her clit, rolling it between his fingers, and she screamed, bolting upright in his arms. Sliding his hand under her pubic bone, he lifted her off the floor, still thrusting. The constant pressure against her swollen flesh sent her to the stars. The heavens spun around her, hot and white. Eric joined her there, wrapping his arms around her as his orgasm shook the heavenly bodies, and then they exploded. An impassioned scream drew their attention to the library. Aphrodite held her pirate prisoner between her thighs, grinding down on his erection. She was in control—for the moment. The dam was about to burst. It began as a small trickle, then a rushing stream, then a raging flood of undiluted pleasure swept through her. She cried out and dug her fingernails 21

into his shoulders. Completely at her mercy, the pirate held on tight as wave after molten wave engulfed them, leaving them both drenched and sated. Aphrodite closed her eyes and sighed, melting into the arms of her pirate lover. He held her close, stroking her hair and whispering loving words no one else would hear. Heather turned and kissed her husband, drawing him close. ―Do you think they knew they were being watched?‖ ―No one ever does.‖ She caressed his cheek and sighed, savoring the tremors still quaking her body. ―We have to do this more often.‖ Eric grinned. ―Too bad Halloween only comes once a year.‖ ―Mm-hmm.‖ She snuggled closer to him, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. ―But the kids won‘t be back until tomorrow afternoon.‖ He smiled at the possibilities. ―Let‘s go get rid of our guests so we can have the place to ourselves.‖ Heather flipped the switch and the painting slid over the mirror. They quickly got dressed and went back to the party. An electric hum and the sound of wood sliding against wood startled the pirate. He listened carefully, then heard a nearby door open and close. ―I think we‘re alone now,‖ he said to his wife. Aphrodite sat up and stretched her arms over her head, lifting her breasts and pulling her still hard nipples tight. He loved it when she did that. ―Do you really think the rumor about the mirror is true?‖ For the first time since they entered the library, they looked directly into the gaudy mirror on the opposite wall. ―I don‘t know.‖ He stared at it a moment longer, but it looked like an ordinary mirror to him. ―But the

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possibility that someone was watching us make love made it more exciting, didn‘t it?‖ ―Oh yes, very exciting,‖ she purred. ―You played your role well.‖ ―So did you.‖ He suddenly remembered biting her. ―Did I hurt you at all?‖ ―I have a bruise on my thigh.‖ She parted her legs to show him. She shouldn‘t have done that, he groaned. ―Let me kiss it and make it better.‖ He laid her back on the couch, bending his head toward her. ―Later,‖ she giggled, putting a hand on his chest and shoving him back up. ―We have to pick up the baby.‖ The pirate resisted, stealing a kiss from her lips before he gave in. ―So, my little exhibitionist, are we coming back next year?‖ She gave him a sinful smile. ―Definitely.‖

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Bottoms Up ―Stephen and I had a fight this morning.‖ Corrine tore her breadstick in half and jammed it in a dish of ranch dressing. ―I‘m sorry, honey.‖ Andrea‘s forkful of salad stopped halfway to her lips. ―Tell us about it.‖ Lacing her fingers together, Michelle leaned forward. Although genuinely concerned for her friend, she was definitely in the mood for some good gossip. Corrine sighed and picked up her breadstick. ―It was a stupid fight.‖ ―They usually are.‖ Andrea and her husband had more than their share of stupid fights. ―He asked me what I wanted for Mother‘s Day.‖ Corrine frowned and speared her salad. ―And I said ‗time alone.‘ He took it personally.‖ ―Ooo,‖ Michelle and Andrea chorused. ―He asked if I wanted to leave him and I said ‗no, never.‘‖ She looked at her friends for understanding and found it. ―I just need some time to myself.‘ ―I know what that‘s like,‖ Andrea nodded. ―He didn‘t understand?‖ ―Of course he didn‘t understand,‖ Michelle said. ―Men can‘t comprehend the idea that we don‘t always want them around.‖ ―He thinks the kids should be with me on Mother‘s Day.‖ Corrine sighed. ―I love my kids, but the best present I could think of was not being in demand for a while.‖ Andrea smiled and sipped her iced tea. ―Have him spend the day with the kids. Then he‘ll give you all the time you need.‖

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Corrine frowned, remembering the last thing she said to her husband before he left for work. ―I asked him to consider the possibility that sometimes I just need a break from him and Jenna and Riley.‖ ―And what did he say?‖ Michelle wasn‘t expecting a positive answer. ―Nothing. He just got in his car and left.‖ Michelle shook her head. ―Men are like children.‖ Andrea and Corrine grinned at each other, waiting for their single-and-in-demand friend‘s latest profound observation on the male species. ―Sometimes they need to be spanked.‖ Her violet eyes twinkled, and she licked her lips at the thought. ―Can we ever have a serious conversation with you that doesn‘t lead to sex?‖ Knowing the answer, Andrea couldn‘t hold on to her frown. ―I am being serious.‖ Turning to Corrine, she explained her theory. ―All you need to do is yank his pants down, smack his bare ass a few times, and then he‘ll listen to you.‖ Corrine pulled a perfectly good tomato out of her salad, winced at it, and gave it to Andrea as she pondered the idea. ―Hell, he‘ll do anything you want.‖ Michelle grinned and speared Corrine‘s tomato off Andrea‘s plate. ―I don‘t think it‘ll work.‖ Andrea glared at Michelle. ―But it does sound like a lot of fun.‖ Corrine smiled for the first time that day. ―It is,‖ Michelle purred. ―Trust me.‖ ―I‘m sure Karrie and Kayley would love some company tonight.‖ Andrea‘s daughters were Corrine‘s children‘s favorite friends. ―Are you sure?‖ ―Sure. I‘ll pick them up this afternoon.‖ ―Thanks. I‘ll make it up to you.‖ Corrine finished her lemonade and began making plans for the evening. Stephen McAllister hated meetings. Two hours and forty-five minutes of his life gone and not one thing 25

accomplished. He flopped down behind his desk and skimmed the list of unread e-mails on his monitor. Delete, delete, delete…. Whoops. That one was from his wife. He quickly moved her message back to his inbox and read the subject line: Consider this. Great, he rolled his eyes. He thought this morning‘s fight was over. He opened her message. Black lace…naughty…spanking…stinging…hard… hot…sucking…fucking. He blinked, checked the sender name, and read it again. Spanking, sucking, fucking. Stephen smiled. Obviously, Corrine was ready to kiss and make up. He glanced at the clock. It was nowhere near time to go home, but he was in no mood to work now. He leaned back in his chair, put his feet up on the desk, and closed his eyes, imagining what was waiting for him at home…. Wearing nothing but a black lace teddy, Corrine lay spread-eagled on their bed. ―I‘m sorry I was so naughty this morning, honey.‖ She slid her fingers between her legs and unsnapped her crotch. ―Can you ever forgive me?‖ His mouth went dry. Nothing excited him more than seeing his wife ready and willing and oh so eager. ―I‘ll try.‖ He stretched out beside her and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her parted lips and tasting her hot mouth. A strap slipped off her shoulder and he pulled the lacy cup away from her breast. His lips left hers to suck on her nipple, nibbling on the sweet flesh until it was hard and wet. ―But I‘ll have to punish you first.‖ Corrine gasped as he rolled her onto her stomach. Lifting the teddy off her bottom, he brought his palm down hard on her bare flesh. ―Oh!‖ she cried, squirming against his hand. Stephen felt the sting all the way up to his wrist. And, he smiled, in his pants, too.

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―I was really naughty,‖ Corrine confessed, wiggling her bottom. He spanked her again, leaving a hot red handprint on her cheek. ―Don‘t stop,‖ she gasped. He spanked her then leaned over and sucked the tingling flesh, soothing her. The sight of her wriggling, glowing bottom made him hard in an instant. He got on his knees behind her and unzipped his pants, pulling out his erection and stroking it while he spanked her again and again. ―You wicked little woman,‖ he snarled, watching her squirm and giggle as he rubbed his cock between her hot red cheeks. The heat from her stinging flesh seared him, burning through his blood, leaving him weak. ―You‘re enjoying your punishment too much.‖ ―No,‖ she countered. ―I think you are.‖ Stephen grinned, pulling her up on her knees. His cock slipped between her thighs from behind, and he couldn‘t believe she was already dripping wet. Thrusting into her, he groaned out loud as her tight, slick channel encased his cock, nearly squeezing the life out of him. ―Spank me again!‖ she cried, grinding back against him. He obeyed, slapping her bouncing bottom until her heated skin burned against his groin with each thrust. Corrine squealed, gasping his name. ―Stephen, oh Stephen….‖ ―Stephen. Steve. Hey McAllister!‖ Stephen‘s feet hit the floor with a solid thud, jarring him back to reality. ―What?‖ He shook his head, glaring at the doorway. ―Dammit Dave, what the hell do you want?‖ ―The boss wants your report on his desk by five o‘clock.‖ Dave informed him, walking into Stephen‘s office. ―Were you sleeping?‖ ―No.‖ Stephen hid a smile. Dreaming, but not sleeping. ―What is that?‖ Dave leaned over Stephen‘s shoulder and read his computer screen. ―Black lace, naughty, spanking….‖ 27

―Hey!‖ Stephen quickly closed the e-mail message. Dave grinned. ―Are you getting x-rated e-mails from some hottie?‖ Stephen couldn‘t help grinning back. ―Yup.‖ ―Who is she? Is she someone from the office?‖ Dave nearly drooled at the possibilities. ―Is it the new girl in accounting?‖ Stephen shook his head. ―Hell no.‖ ―Tell me.‖ If Stephen didn‘t know better, he‘d swear his friend was on the verge of an orgasm. ―It‘s from my wife.‖ He figured there wasn‘t any harm in telling him that much. In fact, it felt like bragging. ―Your wife?‖ Dave‘s jaw dropped. ―Damn! I wish my wife would send me e-mails like that!‖ Stephen had to rub it in a little. ―I get them all the time. She likes to let me know what‘s waiting for me at home.‖ ―Does she send you naked pictures?‖ ―Get out of here!‖ Stephen did not like the look on his co-worker‘s face. ―I‘ve got work to do.‖ Dave left without another word. Stephen reopened his wife‘s e-mail and read it again, memorizing each word and making plans for the evening. Corrine‘s plans were coming along nicely. Jenna and Riley were spending the night with Andrea and her family, the phone was turned off, and she found a paddle in Jenna‘s room that suited her needs very well. It was the same size as a ping-pong paddle, softly padded, but hard enough to sting in an enticing way. But she couldn‘t find her black lace teddy. It was almost six; Stephen would be home any minute. She turned her lingerie drawer upside down, but all she found was a pair of sheer black panties Stephen snuck into her stocking at Christmas. She tried them on and liked the fit. V-shaped in front, they hugged her hips and revealed a tantalizing view of her cheeks in back. Not finding a matching bra, she decided to go without. 28

Standing in front of the mirror, Corrine was pleased with the results. She had a woman‘s body, curves everywhere, and she was proud of it. Her full round breasts and rosy nipples puckered as the ceiling fan blew a cooling breeze over her skin. She decided to wear her thick black hair down and let its waves caress her creamy shoulders. Her deep green eyes turned nearly black with anticipation, and she found the perfect cranberry-red lipstick to complete the look. She heard his key in the lock and posed on their bed. ―Corrine?‖ He couldn‘t wait to see her. ―I‘m in the bedroom.‖ Stephen smiled. That‘s exactly where he hoped she would be. He found her spread-eagled on their bed wearing nothing but the sheer black panties he bought her for Christmas. Corrine waved the paddle in front of her husband‘s eyes. ―I‘ve heard that spanking is a good way to get…‖ She paused and searched for the right word. ―Aroused.‖ ―Oh yeah?‖ Now she had Stephen‘s attention. He didn‘t need a spanking to get aroused. The sheer panties and bare breasts did it for him. ―So where do you want me to spank you?‖ She planned to be the one doing the spanking, but the thought of the paddle stinging her naked skin changed her mind. ―Anywhere you like.‖ He grinned and loosened his tie. She got up on her knees and unzipped his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. He kissed her, feasting on her mouth like a starving man. Yanking his pants and boxers off, Corrine closed her fingers around his rigid cock, stroking him as he got rid of his shirt in a hurry. Closing his eyes, he savored the feel of her soft fingers wrapped around his hard member but only for a moment. He had other plans. Grinning, he took the paddle from her. ―Lay down.‖

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―On my stomach?‖ She rolled over and wiggled her bottom. ―Not yet.‖ His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. He turned her on her back and studied the erotic picture she made. Her gorgeous breasts just begged for some attention. Who was he to resist? Kneeling over her, he slapped the paddle on her breast. ―Ooh!‖ The stinging sensation hardened her nipples in an instant. She wasn‘t expecting him to spank her there but decided she liked being surprised. The tingling in her nipple spread to her pussy and her juices started to drip. ―Aroused yet?‖ He brought the paddle down on the other breast. ―Yes,‖ she purred. He bent over her and suckled her nipples to soothe them. She slid her hands into his sandy blond hair and held him to her breasts. His tongue lolled over her skin, easing the pain and leaving behind a sweet ache for more. ―Roll over,‖ he whispered. Sliding her wet panties down to her knees, Stephen slapped the paddle across her bottom. The sting was more intense this time, spreading its tingling fingers over her skin. Corrine was surprised by how good it felt. ―Again,‖ she gasped. He slapped her bottom until her cheeks glowed red and hot, hotter than he‘d imagined, he discovered, as he rubbed his cock between them. ―Roll over.‖ He pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide. He teased her with the paddle, gently slapping and stroking it along her inner thighs from her knees up to her glistening pink folds, but not touching her there. Not yet, he smiled. She knew what he was thinking. Her clit swelled, and she held her breath, waiting for the sting to touch her there. The paddle connected with a sticky slap. The stinging sensation brought tears to her eyes, and he

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quickly leaned over and began sucking her to relieve the pain. Corrine arched into his mouth, not sure if she was seeking relief from the sting or if she was begging for more. Red-hot flames licked her senses. His tongue swirled around the throbbing bud, then his lips closed over it, kissing her gently. The tingling eased and she knew what she wanted. ―More,‖ she gasped. ―Are you sure?‖ She nodded and he lightly and quickly slapped the paddle against her clit. Corrine reached orgasm in a matter of seconds. It spiraled through her body, spinning out of control. A whirlwind of heat and flame lifted her to the heavens, then dropped her into her husband‘s arms, leaving her breathless. Stephen couldn‘t wait any longer. He lowered his body on top of her, panting harder than she was. ―Wait,‖ she pushed against his chest. ―I need to make sure you‘re properly aroused.‖ ―I am.‖ He pressed his hard hot erection against her thigh. ―Do you need more proof than that?‖ She slid out from under him and picked up the paddle, tapping it against her palm. ―Roll over. On your back.‖ ―On my back?‖ What a frightening, erotic thought. ―Oh yes.‖ She straddled his thighs and slid the paddle under his balls, lifting them, examining them as if she‘d found some exotic curiosity. Stephen held his breath, waiting for the slap that would wither his defenseless manhood. She looked up at him and laughed when she saw him gnawing his lower lip. ―Don‘t you trust me?‖ ―Should I?‖ She gave him such an innocent smile he almost believed her, but the minute she pulled back the paddle he jumped, throwing her to the floor. ―Are you okay, honey?‖ He lifted her onto the bed. ―You are going to be punished for that.‖ She pushed him down on his stomach, sat on his thighs, and paddled his tight bottom. 31

Stephen bit his lip and groaned into the pillow. Having his butt spanked so thoroughly was a thrilling sensation, but each paddle slap thrust his cock against the bed, doubling his pleasure. His rock hard cock was ready to burst, but he fought it back, living for the next slap, dying each time it connected. Corrine stopped to catch her breath and felt the heat rising off her husband‘s skin. She moved her hips up and straddled him, spreading her legs wide until her clit contacted his hot buttocks. She moaned and rocked on top him, gasping as his skin sizzled her wet flesh, having no idea he was losing control. ―Damn woman!‖ He grabbed her hips, lifted her, and turned, bringing her down on his fully erect cock. Holding her still, he struggled against the agony threatening to overcome him. While he fought to maintain control of his senses, Corrine found the paddle and reached behind them, lightly tapping it against his tight balls. ―No!‖ He grabbed her hand and stopped her. ―You don‘t like that?‖ His lips formed a tight line. ―I do. Too much.‖ He took the paddle from her and set it beside them. ―Wait till I tell you.‖ ―All right.‖ Leaning over his chest to kiss him, she slowly ground down on his cock, squeezing him tight, while his hands caressed her bottom. She sat up and they both took her breasts in their hands and pinched her tight nipples while she rode him. Stephen‘s desire cooled enough to let him take his time pleasing his wife. He slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing and stroking her, smiling when she moaned and bit her lip. Thick liquid heat seeped through her limbs like melting wax. Corrine‘s head fell back on her shoulders, tumbling her long black hair to her waist. She clasped her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, bringing the melting heat to a furious boil. Her breath caught in her throat and then she screamed as she boiled over, spilling hot juices down his cock. 32

Stephen tightened his grip on her hips, grinding with her as his agony returned, hotter than before. ―Now!‖ One slap was all it took. He shot into her so hard she fell forward, gasping for breath. He wrapped his arms around her as violent shudders ripped through him until he was left as breathless as his wife. ―Where…did you get…that idea?‖ Stephen spit the question out between gasps. ―Oh,‖ Corrine panted. ―Um…Michelle.‖ ―Thank her for me.‖ He pulled her close and kissed her, lingering on her lips. Rolling onto their sides, he nestled her in his arms, figuring he‘d better not ask for dinner until he was safely out of the doghouse. ―Do you still want time away from me?‖ Corrine glared at him, picked up the paddle, and bonked him on the head. ―Ow!‖ ―When are you going to get it?‖ She was so tempted to smack him again. ―I just want some quiet time for me. That‘s all.‖ ―The only time it‘s quiet around here is when everyone is gone.‖ ―Exactly.‖ Finally, it made sense. He could escape home at work and escape work at home. But Corrine had no escape, no time to just get away. Stephen smiled as the solution suddenly became clear. ―Ok. How about if I take the kids to my mom‘s on Mother‘s Day so you can have the day to yourself?‖ ―Really?‖ She couldn‘t believe he finally understood. ―You can sleep in, go shopping, read a book… whatever you want to do.‖ Corrine‘s smile lit up her eyes. ―I love you!‖ ―I know.‖ Stephen loved that smile. ―Now what‘s for dinner, woman?‖ ―Anything you want.‖ She drew her fingertip along his lower lip. ―And me for dessert.‖

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Performance Anxiety ―I‘m not wearing any underwear.‖ Scott Martin‘s fork hit his plate with a ringing clatter, drawing irritated glances from several of the restaurant‘s patrons. He picked it up and gave his new bride a heated look, trying to decide if he should be angry or aroused. ―If I knew that, I never would‘ve let you out of our hotel room.‖ ―I know,‖ Natalie Martin smiled. ―You would‘ve taken me back to bed, ripped off my dress and—‖ ―I don‘t think we‘d make it to the bed.‖ After that tempting revelation, he was ready to take her right there on the table. He shifted in his chair and inspected her, hoping no one could tell she was naked under her dress. The silky pink fabric draped lightly over her breasts, and the subtle rose pattern made it difficult to tell if her nipples were erect unless someone looked close. Scott smiled and looked close. Her nipples ripened under her dress like plump juicy raspberries. God he loved raspberries. His eyes slid down her body. Her loose fluttered skirt made it impossible to tell she was going without, but she wasn‘t wearing pantyhose either. All he had to do was slide his hand up her thigh— ―I know what you‘re thinking.‖ ―Is that right?‖ He met her dancing green eyes and she smiled at him. ―We‘ve been married two days and you can already read my mind?‖ ―All you have to do is slide your hand up my thigh, and you can do all kinds of wicked things with your fingers.‖ Her heart pounded just saying the words. Damn. She did read his mind. ―Now that you mention it….‖ He reached for her hem but she pulled

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her leg under the table. Scott laughed. ―Trying to bluff me, baby?‖ ―Maybe,‖ Natalie looked around the dining room and lowered her voice. ―But as soon as we get out of here I‘m serving me for dessert.‖ ―As soon as we get back to the hotel.‖ The sooner the better, Scott decided. Where was that damn waiter? ―Not necessarily.‖ She left the suggestion unsaid and waited for his reaction. Scott raised his eyebrows. ―Here?‖ He looked around, studying the restaurant‘s layout. The popular seafood place was loaded with tourists, and its décor wasn‘t exactly suited for an intimate rendezvous. A few miniature palm trees secluded their table but not nearly enough for what he had in mind. There weren‘t any dark corners, and he didn‘t even want to think about taking her into a public restroom. ―Or someplace in between.‖ Natalie watched him, trying to read his thoughts. He was so damn sexy when his mind was working. His furrowed black brows enhanced the silver flecks in his gray eyes, lending a focused intensity to his chiseled features. Long fingers ruffled his silky black hair as he discarded one idea after another. Should she give him a hint? ―I‘ve always wanted to make love outdoors.‖ Now that was an idea worth pursuing. Scott grinned then winced. ―Can‘t do it here. Too many tourists.‖ They‘d dreamed about a honeymoon at Disney World since the moment they were engaged, but they didn‘t expect it to be so busy in the offseason. ―Someone might see us.‖ Natalie‘s heart fluttered at the thought. ―But isn‘t that half the fun?‖ ―Being watched?‖ ―Taking the risk.‖ ―Oh…I don‘t know about that.‖ Scott wasn‘t a prude. Far from it, in fact, but he preferred to keep their sexual adventures behind closed doors. ―I‘m not letting anyone else see me naked.‖ 35

―Why not? I love your body.‖ She rested her chin in her hands and leaned over the table, mentally undressing his long, lean, hard body. His buttoned shirt revealed just a sprinkling of crisp black hair covering his tanned chest. Her eyes slid lower, following the dark line to his swelling erection. Natalie‘s fingers curled against her cheek, itching to touch him. Where was that damn waiter? ―Then I‘m not letting anyone else see you naked.‖ Just the thought of someone other than him seeing her long blond hair bouncing on her bare shoulders while she rode him was enough to provoke an overprotective reaction. He shook his head and stabbed his plate. ―But we don‘t have to take off all our clothes.‖ Natalie‘s voice lowered into a soft seductive purr as she imagined what she‘d do with her husband naked—on their table, in the street, in their hotel room—anywhere. He toyed with the idea, imagining her skirt pushed up around her waist, spaghetti straps sliding down her shoulders. ―That‘s true,‖ he whispered, his own voice husky with longing. ―I promise, as soon as we get back to our room, I‘ll help myself to your dessert.‖ But he couldn‘t help himself to a stolen caress of her thigh, slipping his fingers under her skirt to tease the golden curls between her legs. Natalie bit her lip to keep from moaning. She spotted the waiter and signaled for the check. ―Will there be anything for dessert this evening?‖ The waiter showed them the dessert menu, but Natalie giggled while Scott shook his head. ―Not here,‖ Scott winked. The waiter gave him a knowing smile then handed him the check. The Florida night was steamy and hot. A warm tropical breeze stirred the palm trees, lifting Natalie‘s skirt enough to give Scott a tempting peek at the back of her thighs. ―Let‘s get a cab.‖ He couldn‘t get back to the hotel soon enough. 36

―But it‘s so nice out,‖ Natalie smiled and tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the curb. ―Let‘s walk.‖ ―I thought you were anxious to get back to our room.‖ Scott shifted, adjusting the bulge in his pants. ―We have all night,‖ she purred, slipping an arm around his waist. He leaned down and kissed her, pulling her close. ―Lead the way, baby.‖ Their hotel was three blocks down the street and two blocks over, so Natalie decided to cut through the park. The sun set hours ago and the moonless night was very dark, but she felt safe with her husband beside her. An empty swing moved slowly in the humid wind, inviting her to sit and enjoy. Scott stood behind her and pushed, mesmerized by her wind-tossed golden hair, her girlish peals of laughter, and her joyous smile. The swing was obviously built for a child, too close to the ground for Natalie to tuck her long legs under. She had to spread them apart as she passed, so Scott moved in front of her to get a better look. Her skirt flew up into her lap, revealing everything she wasn‘t wearing. He leaned against a palm tree and just watched her, feeling his blood boil every time her thighs pumped and parted. Natalie was watching him, too. The rush of warm moist air over her naked skin was absolutely thrilling. She kicked her legs high, flipping her skirt up to her waist, and grinned at the reaction she got from her husband. He stepped in front of her, grabbed the swing, and pulled her to a stop. ―You‘re just looking for trouble, aren‘t you?‖ ―Have I found it?‖ Scott grunted and kissed her, feasting on her mouth like it was a tropical delicacy. ―Let‘s go back to the hotel,‖ he said, breathing the words on her lips. ―I can‘t wait that long.‖ She locked her ankles behind his knees and held him there. ―There‘s no one here, no one will see us.‖ If she could only convince him. 37

He wasn‘t buying it. ―But someone could come—‖ ―No one is going to come.‖ A wicked smile danced in her eyes. ―Especially if you don‘t stop worrying and stick your tongue between my legs.‖ God he loved it when she talked like that. His groin ached from wanting her. He couldn‘t believe he was actually thinking about making love to her right there in the middle of a public park. So why didn‘t he? The possibility of someone seeing them warred with his need to satisfy her. Scott looked around. The park was empty. He looked back at his wife, waiting for him to make the next move. She was impossible to resist in ordinary circumstances. How could he resist her now? He felt her calves tighten around his legs, pulling him close. Even if someone did see them, what was the worst that could happen? He decided not to think about that and grabbed Natalie behind her knees, lifted her up in the swing, and plunged his tongue into her hot pink flesh. ―Oh Scott!‖ Natalie gasped and shifted forward in the swing, demanding all of his mouth. His sudden change of mind surprised her, but she wasn‘t about to complain. Going without underwear definitely had its advantages. He draped her knees over his shoulders and slid his hands up her thighs and under her skirt so he could caress her tight bottom. The humid night air mixed with his wife‘s steamy scent nearly overloaded his senses. Shivers ran down his spine, but cold was the last thing he was feeling as he wondered why they never made love outside before. It was because of him, Scott realized. Because he was afraid of being caught. Natalie let out a moan her husband felt all the way to the ground, and right then he vowed he‘d never be afraid to make love to her anywhere or anytime. He stopped looking over her shoulders and closed his eyes, losing himself and all his fears in her luscious body. Natalie felt the chills too—and heat at the same time. She tightened her grip on the swing and leaned 38

back, lifting her mound closer to his circling tongue. His lips burned hot against her, and his nibbling teeth sent icy shivers racing through her heated limbs. Bracing her legs on his shoulders, she slipped the spaghetti straps down her arms, pushing her dress below her breasts. A sudden breeze tickled her plump nipples, and she took both her breasts in her hand, rubbing them together, rolling her fingertips over the tight peaks. Scott‘s groan vibrated her clit and she squealed. ―Do that again!‖ So he did. Humming against her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked the tight wet chamber. Desperately wishing for more hands, Natalie pinched one nipple, then the other. Her thighs clenched and relaxed—and clenched again. Harder and faster and tighter—Natalie‘s body responded to his ministrations with increasing force. The chills disappeared under the waves of heat engulfing her. Her entire body went rigid, lifting off the swing as wave after wave carried her into oblivion. She didn‘t even feel the soft kisses Scott pressed against her throbbing bud until it exploded under his mouth, taking her away on another crest of all-consuming fire. Holding her close, Scott unzipped his pants, and pulled her—swing and all—onto his fully erect cock. Natalie slid forward so her back was resting on the seat and lifted her legs, locking her ankles behind his neck. This was so much more than she expected, and she loved every minute of it. He put one hand on her hip and the other on the swing, pushing her away then pulling her back in. Oh…my…god, Scott groaned. The movement was so smooth and so perfect. He grinned down at his enraptured wife. ―Kinda gives a new meaning to the word ‗swinging,‘ doesn‘t it?‖ ―Oooohhh,‖ was all she could say. He didn‘t have to move at all. The swing did all the work, allowing him to focus on the pure bliss coursing through his veins. Long, slow, deep strokes over and 39

over and over again drove Scott completely mindless with pleasure. He couldn‘t tell where she ended and he began. Smiling, he remembered his wedding vows, knowing what it meant to be one flesh with his wife. But something foreign distracted him. A car horn, or maybe laughter, he wasn‘t sure what. He opened his eyes and saw four people walking through the park just a few yards away. But, he realized, he didn‘t care. Scott looked down at his wife‘s flushed face and dewy skin and lost all interest in everything else. Natalie leaned back and let the blood rush to her head, floating on a dizzying spiral of passion. A hot breeze caressed her naked bottom, licking between her damp thighs. She tightened her muscles and the swing magnified that slight movement, drawing Scott‘s cock deeper into her. She gasped and tightened again, marveling that the least effort produced such a wonderful result. Scott growled and pulled her hard against his groin, feeling quite proud when she squealed and grabbed the swing for support. He picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast, grinding into her. The spiral coiled tight, quivering with pent-up tension, aching for release. But just when Natalie‘s ache was about to be soothed, Scott stopped, holding her fully impaled and motionless. Then, slowly, he drew out of her, agonizing as her flesh surrendered. He sank back in just as slowly, and her body welcomed the deliberate invasion. Pulling all the way out, he rubbed his wet erection over her clit before slipping deep inside her hot center. Natalie squirmed in the swing. His patience was driving her mad. She wanted him hard and deep— no—she wanted him soft and slow. He gave her everything she wanted and a few things she didn‘t know she needed. The spiral coiled again, tighter than before. Release would be furious, and she didn‘t know how to prepare for it. ―Help me,‖ she moaned.

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But Scott was beyond help. He couldn‘t help her or himself even if he wanted to. He buried his erection to the hilt and stayed there, rocking against the spot that would soothe their needs and satisfy their wants. ―Oh,‖ Natalie sighed. ―Oh. Yes. Yes! Oh!‖ The spiral uncurled, slowly at first, then tearing through her with a fury she‘d never experienced before. ―Ahhh!‖ Scott tossed his head and bit down on her ankle, unleashing another dizzying spiral through both their bodies. The humid Florida night felt cool against their fiery skin. Neither one of them could move, and, as Scott gathered his senses, he could swear he heard applause. Or was it cheering? ―Nice job! Good form!‖ ―Excellent technique. I give it a ten.‖ ―Nine point seven.‖ ―Nine point nine.‖ Scott and Natalie looked up and saw two couples standing under a streetlight at the edge of the park. It was the same four people Scott saw walking through the park earlier. They‘d seen everything. Natalie tensed, waiting for her husband‘s reaction. He moved quickly, covering her naked hips with her skirt and zipping his pants. Then he stepped back and took a bow. ―Thank you. Thank you very much.‖ He grinned at his stunned wife. ―I hope you enjoyed the show. Although, I‘m sure you didn‘t enjoy it as much as I did.‖ The couples laughed and walked away, still cheering and whistling. Natalie just stared at him. ―Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?‖ Scott shrugged. ―We‘re never going to see them again. Why let it bother me?‖ He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, teasing her tongue with his. ―I love you,‖ she whispered, still amazed he wasn‘t running for cover.

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―I love you.‖ He nibbled her lips, and she slid her hands down his chest, fumbling with his zipper. ―What do you think you are doing?‖ ―More,‖ she moaned into his mouth. He gave a short laugh and grabbed her wandering hands. ―No no no no no. Not here.‖ ―Yes. Here. Now.‖ ―Uh-uh. It‘s time to go back to the hotel.‖ He shook his head and pried her fingers away from his groin. ―One erotic outdoor performance a night is enough.‖ Natalie‘s eyes sparkled. ―Does that mean you‘re willing to perform in public again? Soon?‖ He choked, cleared his throat, and tried to frown at her, but she was impossible to resist. ―Maybe.‖ Natalie squealed and clapped her hands. ―But right now, you‘re going to have to settle for an encore in our honeymoon suite.‖ ―If you insist….‖

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A Quickie: Mattress Inventory When you work forty hours a week and your husband works twelve-hour days and weekends, you hardly have time to see each other, let alone have time for sex. Last night, I got tired of waiting for his next day off and went to visit him at work. My husband, Jason, works as a sales rep. for a national furniture store chain. Weeknights were usually pretty slow, so I thought maybe I could steal him away for a minute or two—just long enough to rock his world—if you know what I mean. The assistant manager, Kevin, spotted my cherry red top and skirt as soon as I walked in the door. ―Hi Leslie, he‘s in the warehouse.‖ ―Slow tonight?‖ Not a customer in sight. ―Slow all day,‖ Kevin groaned. ―But your husband is kicking my butt in sales.‖ ―Good.‖ I smiled, feeling quite proud. Last month, Jason was the number two sales rep. in the company. ―What‘s he doing in the warehouse?‖ ―Inventory.‖ Kevin double-checked the numbers on his computer. ―They‘re shorthanded so I volunteered Jason‘s help.‖ ―Nice being the boss, isn‘t it?‖ Kevin was several years younger than Jason but joined the company right out of college. Kevin‘s gift for sales moved him up the promotion ladder in a hurry. ―Can I go look for him?‖ ―Sure. Have fun.‖ ―I intend to.‖ I wasn‘t sure if Kevin heard that, but judging by the look on his face, he wasn‘t sure he heard it either. I 43

decided to let him think whatever he wanted and sought out that man of mine. The warehouse staff was gone; out making deliveries, I supposed, so I wandered through the aisles of sofas, dining room sets, and armoires until I found Jason counting mattresses. An evil grin twisted my lips. I couldn‘t have found him in a more perfect setting. ―Hi honey.‖ He looked up from his calculator and smiled. ―Hi sweetie.‖ I will never grow tired of that smile. I fell in love with it more than ten years ago, and I love it still. ―Working hard or hardly working?‖ He grunted and punched a few more numbers. ―I hate inventory. Kevin sent everybody else home, so I got stuck with it.‖ ―I‘m sorry.‖ I sat on a plastic-covered king-sized mattress and crossed my legs at the knee, letting my double-slit skirt show more than a little skin. ―Can you take a break?‖ I patted the mattress. More calculations. ―Kevin wants this done tonight.‖ Apparently, I was going to have to be more obvious. ―Just a quick little fuck.‖ Jason‘s startled blue eyes slid from my ankles to my knees to my thighs and beyond. ―Um….‖ ―I‘ve missed you, sweetie.‖ I uncrossed my legs and let my skirt fall between my parted thighs. ―Who are you and what have you done with my wife?‖ Jason glanced around the empty warehouse. ―I‘m lonely.‖ I hate his hours. ―And I‘m really horny.‖ The sparkle in his eyes told me he was beginning to waver, so I slid my hand up the back of my shirt, unhooked my bra, and pulled it out my sleeve. The calculator was forgotten. Jason pushed me back on the mattress and fell on top of me, lifting my shirt above my bare breasts. He devoured me with his eyes, and then he devoured me with his lips. I watched his tongue tickle my nipple, giggling as he tried to choose between them. He finally squeezed my 44

breasts together and flickered his tongue across both my nipples. I wasn‘t giggling anymore. My hips came off the mattress and found his erection, grinding against it. Ahh damn, I really needed his cock. Abruptly, he pulled my shirt down and stood up. ―Not here.‖ He searched the warehouse again. ―Don‘t be such a wuss!‖ I sat up frustrated and grabbed his belt buckle, pulling him back to me. ―Wait till I get home.‖ I couldn‘t wait four more hours. ―But I‘ll be asleep on the couch when you get home. And you‘ll be exhausted.‖ ―What if Kevin catches us?‖ Jason feared for his job. ―Kevin can‘t leave the store empty. He‘s the only one there.‖ Jason chewed his lip, staring at my still erect nipples under my shirt. ―True,‖ he muttered. I unzipped his pants, stroking him through his boxers. ―We have to make this quick.‖ ―Of course,‖ I lied. I let his pants drop to the cold cement floor and pulled his cock free. Afraid he was going to run away, I wrapped one arm around his waist and touched the tip of his erection with my tongue. ―Leslie!‖ He actually tried to push me away, but I held him tight, sliding my tongue up and down his hard shaft. I swirled around the tip again then swallowed him. He stopped resisting. I‘m often surprised how long it took me to discover the joy of giving oral sex. When we were first married, I only did it when he begged. I didn‘t enjoy it, and he knew it, so he didn‘t enjoy it either. But recently, for reasons I‘ll never understand and refuse to question, I started to enjoy having him in my mouth. He could feel the difference, and so could I. Sucking on my husband‘s cock turned me on.

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Jason groaned and his fingers clenched in my hair. I wanted to finish him, but I knew we didn‘t have time for that. Just a little more teasing, then I‘d let him have his way with me. ―Oh Leslie.‖ His sigh made me wet. I wrapped my ankles around his calves and lay back on the mattress. He looked around yet again, so I grabbed him behind the neck and kissed him, pulling him on top of me. I shoved his boxers to his knees while he fumbled with my skirt. We were a tangle of arms and legs, loose and missing clothes, and somehow in all that frantic mess we ended up joined at the hips—literally. Lifting up on his hands, Jason looked down at me, grinning like a little kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. ―What made you so frisky today?‖ ―Well,‖ I actually purred as I shifted to savor the feel of his erection inside me. ―Abstinence makes the pussy grow hotter.‖ He rolled his eyes then rolled his hips, grinding into me with a gentle force that made my head spin. ―Are you saying,‖ he leaned down to kiss me, ―that,‖ another kiss, ―I work too much?‖ ―Yes. I wish—‖ I was about to launch into my ‗Life is So Unfair‘ speech when his twisting thrust splintered my brain and shattered every logical thought. My back arched of its own accord, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled him onto his back. The plastic-covered mattress crinkled and snapped beneath us, but we barely noticed. I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head, flinging it away. Shaking my hair down my back, I lifted my arms above my head and thrust my naked breasts forward. He got the hint and covered the perky mounds with his hands. Jason smiled as he bucked beneath me. ―Giddyup.‖ I gave him a wicked sneer and rode him hard. He squeezed my nipples and I squealed, feeling the pinch all the way to my clit. I slid my hands between my legs and massaged that magic button while he watched. 46

Warm slow circles spread through my body. Ooh, I ached for this for so long. And it wasn‘t going to take much longer. Slipping two fingers between my folds, I pinched my swollen clit between them. Hard, harder…ah…just a little more…. When it hit me, I jumped, and Jason slid his hands to my hips to hold me down. I writhed and twisted on top of him, spinning wildly out of control. Sweat beaded on my skin. The scent of our bodies mixed with the scent of new furniture and crisp plastic, giving me a naughty high. The whirlwind slowly subsided and when I was able to focus, I noticed my husband was about to lose it, too. Jason clenched his teeth and threw his head back, mouth open, breathing hard. I leaned over him and kissed his neck, feeling him groan when I teased his nipples. Then, right before I felt his hot fluid spill inside me, he bucked hard, almost tossing me over his head. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the mattress, rocking back to meet his thrusts. Oh, oh, oh, I was almost there! ―One more,‖ I gasped. His final orgasmic grind sent me into oblivion again, spinning, falling, twirling from the chilly warehouse darkness into white-hot heavenly light. My husband caught me in his arms and swallowed my cries with his kiss as I quivered against him. Releasing my lips, Jason gasped for breath. ―Ok, honey, will you let me finish the inventory now?‖ I sat up and smiled like a contented cat. ―You‘d better count this mattress as used.‖ ―Well used.‖ Jason grinned, rolling me onto my back. He stood and pulled up his pants while I helped him smooth his shirt and tie. Then I found my clothes. ―Do I look like I just got laid?‖ he asked, adjusting his tie. ―Yes.‖ I couldn‘t help feeling proud. He shrugged and picked up the calculator. He gave me one more delicious kiss before returning to his work. ―Don‘t fall asleep on the couch tonight.‖

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―As you wish.‖ I gave him a ‗later babe‘ grope on his ass and strolled toward the store. ―Did you find him?‖ Kevin was still all alone. ―Right where I wanted him.‖ ―Um…ok.‖ Kevin waved as I walked out the door. ―Have a great night.‖ I just laughed.

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A Quickie: Lunch Date ―Hi honey! I‘m home.‖ Jack Callahan walked through the back door into the kitchen, tossed his briefcase on the counter, and loosened his tie. He loved living so close to the office. The short commute allowed him to come home for lunch every day. ―Hi sweetie!‖ April Callahan bounced down the stairs to the kitchen. ―What do you want for lunch?‖ ―You.‖ Jack pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her. ―You‘re a little tease.‖ ―Me?‖ Her wide blue eyes batted up at him. ―You knew what you were doing when you woke me up late this morning.‖ Growling, he nibbled her neck, sending shivers down her spine. ―Prancing around the bedroom in that scrap of silk you call pajamas.‖ April tugged at his tie, pulling him down for another kiss, slipping her tongue just past his lips, then pulling back when he tried to capture it. ―I hit the snooze button one too many times. I‘m sorry.‖ He slid his hand under her shirt and unhooked her bra. ―No you‘re not. Your little performance gave me a raging woody, and you knew I didn‘t have enough time to do anything with it.‖ He pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, her bra landing on top of it. ―I‘ve been suffering all morning and now you‘re going to pay for it.‖ She laughed as he lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs so her skirt slid up to her waist. ―Now I‘m getting exactly what I wanted,‖ she purred, running her fingers through his hair. She pulled his face between her breasts and he latched on to one, suckling her nipple while she unzipped his pants. The 49

erection he complained about pushed into her waiting palm, and she stroked it. His moan vibrated her nipple, making her giggle and squirm in his arms. ―Sit still, woman.‖ Jack pulled her g-string panty to one side and dropped to his knees. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned back on her hands as he nibbled a fiery trail up her inner thighs. April trembled when his tongue touched her wet clit. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted—what she needed. Her hips rocked against his mouth, demanding more. Sizzling sparks of pleasure spun along her spine, and her thighs clenched tight around his head as he slipped his fingers inside her. He stroked her inside and out, twisting, turning, drawing circles on her moist pink flesh. She bit her lip, muffling a scream. The kitchen door was still open, and the neighbors were in their backyard. But April didn‘t care. ―Oh Jack!‖ she gasped as his tongue swirled around the pulsing bud at her center. His lips closed over it, suckling her into white-hot oblivion. Jack looked up and glanced at the clock. ―My lunch hour is almost over, honey, and I have a meeting at one.‖ ―Then don‘t waste any time.‖ She slid off the counter and pulled down her panties. Turning around, she bent over and wiggled her naked bottom against his rigid cock. ―Will you hold still?‖ he groaned, thrusting inside her. Satisfaction at last, he sighed. His wild little wife drove him crazy all morning, and now it was time to return the favor. Skin slapped against skin, and the friction between them sparked then flared to roaring life. Jack pushed his fingers between her legs and stroked her clit, smiling when she moaned. April lay with her cheek pressed to the cool countertop, grinding back against him—harder, deeper— trying to reach that spot that would send her over the edge and back again. Harder, faster—oh right there— again! ―Right there, right there—that‘s it! That‘s it!‖ 50

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A Quickie: Late for Work I love my morning shower. I love it even more since I bought a handheld shower massage—ahhhh. I was testing it this morning, adjusting the spray, making sure it reached all the right spots, and I got a little carried away. The shower spray caressed me gently, but I wasn‘t in the mood for gentle. So, I turned on the strongest massage setting. Yeah baby…much better. The pulsing spray pounded my slippery skin. I lifted one foot to the tub ledge and leaned back against the wall, letting the showerhead do all the work while my imagination filled in the details. When I closed my eyes, my favorite fantasy lover was on his knees in front of me, and a thousand tongues assaulted me. My hips danced in response to the relentless rhythm, thrusting, grinding, seeking…. And then, I was on my knees, dripping from head to toe—and every place in between. Shivering, shaking, and sweating, I fumbled for the faucet and turned off the water. Dammit, I was going to be late for work. Not a good day because my boss would be in the office and I‘m always in demand when he‘s there. My husband, Richard, was still sound asleep, even though I heard the alarm go off at least once. Throwing open our closet, I found my favorite dress and tossed it on the bed for later. The clock ticked away another minute while I put on my hot peach bra and matching g-string. I gave the puppy her favorite chew toy to get her away from my ankles then hurried into the bathroom. I was bent over blow-drying my hair upside down when the door from the master bedroom opened and 52

my naked husband walked in. He reached for my back, tracing my rose tattoo with his fingertips before sliding his hand over my bottom. ―Hi sweetie,‖ I shouted over the dryer noise. I flipped my hair over my shoulders and stood up. I could see Richard‘s big eyes and even bigger erection in the mirror. I blew a kiss at his reflection. He grunted and moved behind me, pressing his hard member between my cheeks. ―Put that thing away. I‘m late for work.‖ ―So?‖ His hand slid around me to cup my breast. He didn‘t like the feel of my padded lace bra, so he pushed his fingers under it, pinching my nipple. ―Hey!‖ He had both arms around me, stroking my breasts, bumping into my elbow. I just about stuck myself in the eye with my brush. ―Go back to bed.‖ He ignored me—no surprise—and rubbed more insistently at my behind. ―Do me before you go to work.‖ ―I don‘t have time. I‘m running late already.‖ Why was he always horny when we couldn‘t do anything about it? I wrestled away from his grip and pulled open a drawer, searching for my makeup. Richard pulled my freshly-dried hair away from my neck and dragged his goatee across my skin. Ooh…goose bumps. But I had to resist. I found my makeup bag and unzipped it, but I dropped it when he stuck his hand down the front of my g-string. ―I gotta get ready for work!‖ I struggled as he slid his arms around me. His fingers went between my legs where my flesh was still swollen and moist from my little adventure with the shower massage. I wiggled my hips, trying to dislodge his hand, but, oh damn, that felt pretty good. ―Not now!‖ ―Now,‖ he growled. He bit down hard where my neck met my shoulder. Oh…my favorite spot. I braced my hands on the counter as my knees buckled under me. Two hot fingers slid down over my lower lips, squeezing my clit between them. I jumped as those fingers pinched hard, but he held me tight against 53

him, rubbing his hard wet erection across my bottom. Crawling, exploring, and testing, Richard searched my nether regions for buried treasure. He must have decided it was all priceless because his entire hand cupped me, one finger finding its way inside my cave while the rest massaged and stroked the valley. ―Richard. Stop!‖ I really didn‘t have time for this. Did I? ―I know you like it,‖ he whispered against my tingly wet neck. His free hand drew circles around my erect nipples as if to prove it. ―Umm….‖ I closed my eyes and liked it a lot. ―I know you want it.‖ The finger inside me twisted deeper, driving his point home. His heated whisper sent chills down my spine. But I could not give in. The clock would not stand still. Still behind me, he slid his hot erection between my thighs. I clamped my legs together hoping to discourage his efforts, but he liked the resistance. Angling upward, he shoved harder, grinding his cock against my clit. My slick muscles tightened around him. He groaned and I caught a glimpse of his triumphant grin in the mirror. The clock radio blasted as the snooze alarm went off, reminding me I lost a full nine minutes fighting off my horny husband. ―I gotta get dressed now, babe.‖ I tried to turn around but he spun me back toward the counter. ―You‘ll get dressed when I say so.‖ He stepped back and pulled my hips toward him, jamming his knee between my legs, forcing them apart. There was no time to argue before he thrust his cock into me, hard and deep, pinning me against the cabinets. I gasped and fell forward, catching myself on the sink. He gave my g-string a violent tug, ripping it at the seams. God I love it when he tears my clothes off. ―No,‖ I gasped, but the protest was only a token one, adding to the heat of the moment. I bucked back against his groin, trying to push him out, but my action had the opposite effect, pushing him in deeper. 54

Satisfied I‘d resisted him as much as I could, I moaned and let him take me. Richard dug his fingers into my flesh and pounded into me. His furious thrusts took my breath away, and I struggled to keep my grip on the counter. I ground back against him, spreading my legs to take him deeper, but it wasn‘t enough. Knowing I can‘t orgasm through penetration alone, that sweet man of mine slid one hand over my breast and the other over my clit, tracing circles in both places. Harder, harder, harder, faster faster faster—oh! I gasped and bolted upright, and he sank his teeth into my shoulder. I clenched my thighs tight, trapping his finger right where I wanted it. He bit harder, and I knew he was getting close. I was close, too. I bent forward and spread my legs, thrusting back to meet him. He drew a deep breath and shuddered, forgetting about my screaming button, so I took over, stroking, pinching, and pulling until I was in agony. A long low moan slipped from my throat as my senses surpassed their limit. Sweet relief flooded though me, soothing my well-used body. I felt Richard thrust and pump, I saw him bite his lower lip, and then I heard our mixed fluids dripping on the linoleum floor. He rested only a few seconds, then slapped my ass and pulled out. ―You‘d better get to work.‖ ―What time is it?‖ Still trying to catch my breath, I looked at the clock. Eight ten. Since I set the bedroom clock ten minutes fast, I knew it was exactly eight o‘clock. I was late. ―Tell your boss it‘s my fault you‘re late.‖ Richard gave me his naughty little boy grin. ―Damn right I will.‖ But what a great reason. I could sacrifice a few dollars from my paycheck for some wild ravishing. Smiling, I slipped into my dress and quickly brushed on some makeup. ―What about your panties?‖ I was already heading for the door. ―No time. I‘ll have to go without.‖

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face, she found him very sexy…in a disturbing scary kind of way. ―Thought you ditched me, didn‘t you?‖ he growled from the opposite corner. He moved toward her. Rachel stood still, fighting the urge to back away, fighting the stronger urge to rip his clothes off. ―You‘ve been flirting with me all night.‖ He moved closer. ―Did you like that?‖ A wicked grin twisted his lips. ―You tell me.‖ He grabbed her hand and shoved it against the hard bulge in his pants. Rachel gasped and he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her hard, sliding his tongue into her open mouth. He pressed her body in to the corner. Or did she pull him against her? Rachel couldn‘t tell and didn‘t really care. She kissed him back, rubbing her hand over his erection while his hands slid up and down her body. One of them slid under her skirt, grabbed her thong, and started pulling it down. She pushed him back. ―Wait.‖ ―What are you, a tease?‖ James cupped her ass and pulled her into his groin. ―Fuck me, baby.‖ He tugged at her thong. ―Fuck me hard.‖ Rachel struggled, pushing against him, pulling him back. His hard body and hot tongue made her want crazy things. She heard something rip, not sure if it was her clothes or his. The sound sent shivers down her spine. When was the last time a man wanted her like this? Sex with him could be really hot but…. Somehow a rational thought took hold. ―My flight leaves early in the morning. I need to get some sleep.‖ ―Bullshit.‖ James grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. ―But–‖ ―I know you want me.‖ He shut her up with a brutal kiss, crushing her lips under his mouth. Yeah, she wanted him, but she wasn‘t going to give in that easy. The elevator pinged to a stop, and the doors slid open. James relaxed his hold just long 58

enough for Rachel to step away from him. She backed toward the door, flashed him a naughty smile, then turned and slapped the panel, jumping through the doors as they slid closed behind her. James cursed and punched the button for the next floor up. He sprinted down the hall and down the stairs, catching Rachel as she unlocked the door to her hotel suite. He slammed his body against her, pushing them into the room. She ended up pinned between a desk and his body, her back to his front with his hard cock jammed against her ass. ―You like that don‘t you, baby?‖ James ground his erection into her lush bottom. She tried to wiggle free, but she liked that, too. James chuckled and stuffed his hand down the front of her dress, rolling her pebbled nipple between his fingers. Keeping her trapped against the desk with his hips, he ripped her shoulder straps off and pulled her top down, exposing her breasts. ―You feel so good,‖ he hissed in her ear. He nibbled along her neck, down to her bare shoulder. ―Oh no,‖ Rachel gasped. He found her favorite spot. Goose bumps covered her skin, and she shivered. Her nipples turned even harder, if that was possible. She tried to break free, but, between his hard body and her weak one, she could hardly move. Her struggles seemed to piss him off. He shoved her down on the desk and unzipped her dress so hard it ripped all the way down. That pissed her off. ―My favorite dress!‖ Rachel stood up suddenly and jammed an elbow into his ribs. James staggered back and she ran toward the bedroom. She tried to shut the door, but he pushed past it, spun her around, and shoved her against the wall. ―Nice try,‖ James panted, watching her naked breasts heave. His gaze slid down to the tiny pink lace thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. ―You‘re wet,‖ he said, running his fingers over it. He ripped it off and watched her juices trickle down her thighs. ―Damn woman, you are dripping.‖ 59

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―Wow.‖ Dammit did she say that out loud? He looked up and winked at her and she turned away. When she opened her eyes, she noticed a conveniently placed mirror right above the bar. She smiled to herself and watched his pants hit the floor. His cock stood up hard and thick. Oh yeah. She was gonna get fucked. James slid his hand between her legs to make sure she was still wet. Nothing to worry about there. Then he slid his cock between her legs. Nice. He thought he heard her moan, but he knew she wouldn‘t admit it. He pretended to search for the right spot, stroking and poking here and there, driving himself crazy. Now who‘s the tease? Rachel thought. She bit her lip, not about to let him think she was enjoying this. But if he didn‘t get it in her soon…. ―Oh!‖ James found the exact right spot and thrust in hard. He grabbed her hips and yanked her ass back against him as he shoved his cock in harder. Harder, harder, harder, and then stop. Pull out slow…and then shove it in hard. Slow…hard! Rachel hung on to the rail and used it to thrust back at him. She wasn‘t trying to get away this time. Being bent over like that rubbed her just the right way, and it didn‘t take long until she was shaking and sweating, begging him to make her cum. ―You‘ll cum when I say so.‖ He pulled out to make his point. ―Oh! Please….‖ Rachel pleaded. James couldn‘t take much more either. He slid inside her, angled his cock just the right way, and fucked her like the bad boy she fantasized about. She came right before he did. ―Is that the best you can do?‖ Rachel panted, laughing. What the hell? He thought that was pretty good. ―Come here.‖ He untied her and tossed her on the bed. Using what was left of her dress, he tied her ankles to the bedposts and tangled her arms in his shirt, pinning them above her head. Then he blindfolded her with his tie. He kneeled between her spread legs and 61

hesitated for just a split second, wondering if he went too far. But she hadn‘t used the safe words so he smiled and leaned over her. Rachel caught her breath as his mouth hovered over her, moving slowly over her body. His lips brushed her thigh—barely—and then he moved away and she couldn‘t feel him any more. She didn‘t know where he was. She didn‘t know what he was going to do next. Oh. My. God. What a turn on! Not being able to see heightened her other senses. His touch was intensified. She could feel him in so many ways. She heard his body slide across the sheets when he moved toward her. She could smell sweat and sex. Their game had changed from physically intense to sensually intense, but Rachel liked the unexpected switch. He kissed her thigh, so she expected him to kiss the other one, but no. His lips closed over her nipple instead. She thought she figured out his pattern, but he surprised her again when his lips touched her neck. Oh my…and then his fingers played between her spread legs. She gave up trying to predict his next move and just enjoyed the uncertainty. James wanted to take full advantage of the blindfold. Keeping her guessing about where he was going to touch and kiss her was good, but it wasn‘t enough. What else could he do to her? He glanced around the room and found something interesting. ―Don‘t go away, baby.‖ The mattress moved and Rachel knew James was no longer on the bed. She listened. She heard footsteps, cabinets being opened and closed, glasses or bottles clinking together. Seemed like an odd time to make a drink. The mattress sank under his weight. ―What are you doing?‖ ―You tell me.‖ Something cool and wet rolled around her nipple, first one, then the other. Then James licked the wetness off, slowly, turning her nipples into aching

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but his tongue heated her blood. Her body shivered then trembled as his fingers pushed inside her, thrusting and twisting, while his tongue covered her clit. Heat shot through her limbs and she cried out, arching off the bed. Her clit throbbed under his tongue. It was too much. She tried to pull away from him but he held her down and made her cum again and again. It was good…so good. And yet, she wanted something more. ―Fuck me, James. Fuck me now.‖ That wasn‘t how their game was supposed to be played. He was supposed to be the one in control. But he was too close to losing control to argue with her. In one quick, violent motion he was on top of her, pounding into her. He was amazed at how quickly she came again. But he wasn‘t finished with her. James untied her ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders, driving in deep. Rachel gasped and squirmed under him, twisting her hips in ways that brought him to the edge and back again. If she moved like that one more time…. ―Fuck, Rachel! Fuck!‖ Rachel lost count of her orgasms. Four? Six? Or was it one long continuous ride? ―Oh god! Oh James. Red. Red!‖ Red? What the– His eyes flew open as he suddenly realized what that meant. ―Did I hurt you, baby?‖ He pulled out and untied her, holding her close. ―No, I‘m fine. I just couldn‘t possibly have any more orgasms. I asked you to stop but you didn‘t hear me, so I said red.‖ ―I guess the safe word did its job. Snapped me right out of it.‖ James collapsed next to her. Rachel giggled and curled up in his arms. ―Maybe next time you won‘t be so worried about playing rough.‖ She could see wicked thoughts dancing in his eyes. ―Next time, baby, your ass is mine.‖

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Daydreams Getting on the elevator to go home was the best part of my day. Fortunately, the small metal cube was empty, so I leaned back against the wall and let my purse slide to the floor. God, I hate my job. I‘m a receptionist at a deadly dull accounting firm. The phone never rings. I wouldn‘t mind if I had other duties to occupy my time, but the guys I work for are control freaks—they never give me anything to do. So, I spend my time daydreaming, and when the phones switch over to the answering service at five o‘clock, I am ready stop dreaming and start living. The elevator pinged and slid to a stop at the fifteenth floor. I bit my lip to hide a smile and waited for my favorite fantasy subject to step through the open doors. Alex Masters, junior partner at the Law Offices of Jacobs, Bradley, and Barnes, looked up from his Wall Street Journal and straight at me. ―Hi, Carrie.‖ Geez, I hope he didn‘t hear me gulp. ―Hi Alex.‖ Say something witty Carrie. ―Some weather we‘re having, isn‘t it?‖ I‘m not usually such a dope, but put me in the presence of that hunk and all my mental faculties break down—except for the pleasure stimulating ones. He was at least six foot three, maybe more, and built like a Greek god. Yeah, yeah, cliché, but damn—he fit the bill! A wicked stroke of lightning flashed in those gorgeous blue eyes of his as the elevator doors closed. ―No kidding.‖ ―I love thunderstorms. I love watching the storm clouds roll across the mountains, watching the lightning strike, hearing the thunder rumble as it gets closer.‖ I had to stop for breath. ―A stormy day holds 65

so much potential for excitement.‖ As if confirming my words, the elevator lights flickered, making my heart skip. Alex just stared at me, and I wondered if I showed a little too much excitement. I felt my face get warm, but it didn‘t stop there. The heat flowed down my neck, trickled over my nipples, and pooled between my legs. His eyes roamed over my body then met mine. ―Sure does,‖ he said with a thoughtful look on his face. And then he smiled. I lived for that smile. It‘s too beautiful for words, but I‘ll try. When Alex Masters smiles at me, I feel it all the way to my toes. It‘s not just the way his lips curve over his fine face; it‘s the way his eyes sparkle like he has some wonderful secret he‘d love to tell. I have so often wished he‘d share that secret with me. Then, maybe I could share my secret dreams with him…. He was just about to share something when the lights flickered and went out. The elevator shuddered and stopped and so did my heart. We stood silent for a few breathless seconds until the emergency lights came on. ―Is this what you call excitement?‖ Alex grinned at me, and I thought I caught just a hint of suggestion in his tone. Wishful thinking. ―Um….‖ I didn‘t dare say anything for fear he‘d read my mind. Every time he and I were in that elevator alone, I wished for it to stop, trapping us inside while we made mad passionate love. Maybe I should be careful what I wished for. He put down his briefcase and inspected the ceiling. ―In the movies, there‘s always a trap door in the roof.‖ Alex pushed every ceiling tile but none came loose. ―I guess you can‘t trust Hollywood,‖ he said with a wink. The message from my brain to speak finally made it to my tongue. I just hoped something intelligent came out. ―Can‘t you pry the doors open? That always works in the movies.‖ 66

Alex twisted his lips and studied the sealed doors. ―Who do you think I look like? Hercules?‖ Um…tall, bronzed, sculpted…. ―Yeah.‖ I think that surprised him more than me because he stopped working on the doors and turned around. I put on my best ‗who me?‘ mask, but he saw right through it. He looked at me, into me. I just knew he could see the naughty pictures in my head. ―Can I tell you a secret?‖ Yes yes yes yes yes! ―Sure.‖ ―You may look like a harmless woman with your serious brown hair and your wool suit, but I know there‘s something wicked going on behind those chocolate eyes.‖ Well damn. He knew me better than I thought. ―Care to find out if you‘re right?‖ Who said that? Alex smiled and the uninhibited lust in his eyes excited me more than the most passionate thunderstorm. ―The power could come back on any minute.‖ ―Yeah.‖ I didn‘t think he really wanted me anyway. ―We‘d better behave.‖ ―Or,‖ he paused, letting the alternative hang between us, ―we‘d better not waste any time.‖ His voice was so low and husky I wasn‘t sure I heard him. ―Don‘t tease me, Alex.‖ He took two steps and slid his hand behind my neck, making slow circles with his fingers in the valley under my hair. ―Only if you want me to.‖ Did I have to draw a picture for the man? But I caught a twinkle in his eyes and realized he was playing with me already. ―Tease me, Alex.‖ He lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine, just barely making contact. Oh my god, his lips were so warm and soft the slightest touch melted me from the inside out. He drew back, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he wanted more—just like I did. I grabbed his tie and pulled him close, fitting my thighs around his erection like a jigsaw puzzle. His arms slid around me and he crushed me against the wall, taking my breath away. I could only gasp his 67

name when he ripped my jacket and blouse open and pressed his lips to my breast, slipping his tongue under my bra to tease a nipple. ―Carrie.‖ His hot breath sent goose bumps down my spine. ―I want you.‖ My whole body tingled at those words. ―I want you, Alex.‖ If he only knew how long and how desperately I wanted him. But it went way beyond want. A hot and urgent need took over my body, and I no longer had the power or the will to resist it. I untied his tie while he dropped my blouse and bra to the floor. His hands covered my bare breasts, and my body arched into his fingers as he rolled my nipples between them. I heard my own gasp and watched him smile at my reaction. The buttons on his shirt were so damn stubborn I couldn‘t get them open fast enough. After tugging and pulling for way too long, I got his coat and shirt off. His body was absolutely glorious. I couldn‘t wait to see the rest of it. His belt came undone easily, and, before I knew what I was doing, his pants hit the floor and my hand was inside his silk boxers, stroking the hot hard prize underneath. Alex‘s low moan felt as good as his touch, but I was greedy and wanted to make him howl. I dropped to my knees and nearly swallowed him whole. He gasped and tangled his fists in my hair. I couldn‘t believe what I was doing to him. This was the first time I volunteered to go down on a man. Not only was I enjoying it—it was turning me on. I could feel the moisture dripping between my legs, soaking my panties. I studied his cock with my tongue, memorizing every ridge and ripple, making note of the taste and feel of him. His gasps and groans were recorded in my brain, filed away for future use. He braced his arms on the railing, thrusting into my mouth. I felt his balls tighten in my hand and I squeezed them, sliding my fingers through the crisp dark hair to that spot all the magazines said drove men wild. 68

―Carrie,‖ his voice was raspy. ―Stop now before I come.‖ I was torn. How far did I want this to go? If he came now, he might not recover before the power turned back on, and I‘d lose my chance to have him inside me. Then again, the thought of watching him come on my skin, or even better, feeling him come in my mouth made my insides quiver. When I looked up at him and met his eyes, I knew I wanted all of him. With his cock still secure in my mouth, I winked at him and shook my head. ―Oh my god,‖ he whispered. His entire body shuddered, and I opened my mouth to receive him. Just a little at first, then more, and still more. I swallowed it all, sucking him hard even after he collapsed against the wall. I could hardly believe I enjoyed it. Alex‘s salty sweet flavor lingered on my tongue, and the more I savored it, the more I craved it. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, and right then I knew a man who wasn‘t afraid to taste himself on my tongue wouldn‘t be afraid to taste me either. But while he was content to kiss my lips, I wanted him to kiss me elsewhere. ―Alex.‖ The word was a plea, and he knew it. ―Don‘t be cruel.‖ ―I thought you wanted me to tease you.‖ His tongue circled my nipples, drawing them into his hot mouth. I felt the pull of his lips all the way down to my toes, but it wasn‘t enough. Unable to wait any longer, I unzipped my skirt and slid it to my ankles. I was in Alex Masters‘ arms in nothing but a red silk thong and black heels. ―Eager little beaver, aren‘t you?‖ He grinned at the double meaning. I tried to scowl at him as I kicked my skirt across the floor, but those wicked blue eyes got the best of me again. ―Yes, I am.‖ ―Good.‖ His warm breath cooled my wet nipple. He knew what I wanted, but he took his sweet time getting there. And it was time well spent. My body 69

hummed as his lips taunted my skin. Little nibbles moved down my ribs to my belly…ahh progress…then back up again. I squirmed and stretched up, hoping to force him to change direction, but he did what he pleased. ―Alex….‖ I felt him smile on my skin. ―Don‘t rush me.‖ His whispered promise made my belly quiver, and for the moment, I was content to let him explore. Alex was so very thorough. On his knees in front of me, he kissed and laved my lower abdomen, slipping his tongue under my thong while his fingers slid down the back of my thigh and—ooh!—behind my knee. I didn‘t know that was a hot spot. His mouth chased his fingers. Wow…I really loved that spot behind my knee…. Nipping the inside of my thigh, he moved up and…breathed right over the wet silk between my legs to nip at my left thigh. Just when I was beginning to think he had an aversion to hungry beavers, his tongue slipped out of his mouth and touched the wet red fabric. I jumped. Hearing him laugh, I looked down at him and found him looking up at me as he stole another taste. His eyes were dark and wild. The words ‗lust crazed‘ came to mind. Our eyes locked as he licked the silk over and over and over again until I finally had to throw my head back and moan out loud. My clit swelled and thrust against the fabric. Alex saw it and smiled, closing his mouth over the begging bud and sucking hard. ―Oh god!‖ I twisted and bucked, hanging onto the railing while he held my thighs. He picked up my leg and draped my knee over his shoulder. ―Get rid of the thong!‖ He chuckled and hooked a finger under it, dragging his knuckle against my suffering flesh as he pulled the panty to one side. ―What next?‖ Did he think I was capable of giving instructions? It took me a few seconds to catch my breath and gather my wits. He waited. 70

It was almost enough to let him stay there, breathing heat on my exposed folds. Almost, but not quite. ―Tongue,‖ I sputtered. ―Use your tongue.‖ ―That‘s exactly what I was thinking.‖ It seemed like slow motion as I watched his tongue uncurl and slide between my labia. Oh sweet heaven. I was suddenly grateful for the support of his shoulder as a wave of dizziness weakened me. I became an entirely sensual creature, aware of nothing but the feel of his tongue, the sound of his licks, the scent of my arousal, the taste of my sweat, and the sight of his nose buried in my pubic curls. My senses collided, blending so I couldn‘t tell one from another. I became my orgasm. Alex caught me as he stood up, and as he pinned me to the elevator‘s back wall, I felt his resurrected cock enter me. He wrapped my legs around his waist, spreading me wide, and I dug my heels into his back, pulling him deep. My super-sensitized flesh responded to his every move. ―Carrie.‖ Alex nibbled my neck, groaning. His muscles twitched under my hands, straining with the effort of holding me up. I leaned back and grabbed the railing, driving my hips against his to meet his thrusts. He held me at a mind-shattering angle and it took no time at all to reduce me to a quivering lump of flesh. ―Mm…Alex…please….‖ I clung to him as he set my feet on the floor. ―Turn around,‖ he panted. ―Bend over.‖ I bent forward, spread my legs, and rested my hands on the railing. He did nothing. ―Alex?‖ I looked over my shoulder. He reached for me and caressed the dip in my back, just above my bottom. ―You have a tattoo.‖ ―Yeah,‖ I blushed, trying to read his expression. ―I did that a couple of years ago. I thought it fit my personality.‖ I hoped that didn‘t end his interest in me. His law firm was a pretty conservative one, and 71

the partners frowned on such things. I held my breath until I heard him laugh. ―A wolf in sheep‘s clothing.‖ Alex leaned over and kissed it, swirling his tongue over my multi-colored skin. ―It‘s perfect.‖ ―Yes it is.‖ But I was referring to his tongue. I think he knew that because he didn‘t stop kissing me. I felt his lips move lower, then I felt a tug on my thong. Grasping the red silk between his teeth, Alex pulled it to my ankles. He lifted my feet, one at a time, freeing me from my last remaining scrap of clothing. But he left my shoes on, saying that the heels worked to our advantage. Of course I agreed, especially when he whispered the words on my lower calf. My legs trembled, and he put a hand on each ankle, slowly sliding them up to my thighs. ―I love your legs.‖ I did too. They were my best feature. But I never knew my legs were an erogenous zone, too. Oh wow! Especially when he nibbled behind my knee like that! I clenched the railing as his tongue drew circles up the backs of my thighs. The dizzying wave came back, stronger this time, and I leaned my head against the wall for support. But that wave was nothing compared to the floodgates that opened when he bit my bottom. Not just a nibble—a whole mouthful. Oh damn did that ever feel good. He bit me all along the curve of my bottom, where cheek met thigh. I squirmed and wiggled into his mouth, not sure if I should giggle or groan. Then, his teeth nipped that supple curve inside my thigh, and I groaned out loud. ―I love your butt,‖ Alex sighed. He could love it all he wanted. I wasn‘t going to complain. His mouth moved over my bottom and up my spine, nipping, sucking, and licking, until his cock met me from behind. He stroked my wet flesh with his hard shaft, teasing my opening, then thrust inside, filling me, overwhelming me. The sound of flesh slapping against sweaty flesh echoed in the small elevator. His angle was perfect, his 72

technique masterful. In and out. Deep and shallow. A few short strokes and then a long, slow excruciatingly sensual stroke and hold. Then back out again. He built to a nice rhythm and then pulled out when I least expected. Alex nuzzled and kissed my shoulders until I begged him to continue. Side to side. Higher and lower. Oh, oh, oh god, why was it only this good in my dreams? The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. I blinked, shook my head, and found Alex standing in the corner, fully dressed with his nose buried in the Wall Street Journal. He picked up his briefcase and smiled. ―G‘night Carrie.‖ ―Alex.‖ I had to make a decision right then and there. I‘m not the kind of girl who seduces gorgeous men in stalled elevators, and I never will be. Maybe I should stop dreaming and start living the real world. ―Wait, I….‖ ―Yeah?‖ He stopped and turned, blocking the closing doors with his body. ―I know you‘re a busy man….‖ Just say it Carrie! ―I…I wondered if you‘d like to go out for coffee sometime.‖ He turned that beautiful smile on full force. ―Can I tell you a secret?‖ Oh boy! ―Sure.‖ He took my arm and led me from the elevator. ―I‘m not as busy as you think.‖ ―Is that right?‖ ―I‘m free right now, if you are.‖ The message from my brain to speak finally made it to my lips. ―Ok. Have you ever been to The Grinder? It‘s my favorite place.‖ Alex made a mocking wince. ―Sounds painful.‖ I laughed and took his hand. Maybe the real world will turn out better than my daydreams.

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Midnight Snack Something scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what it was, but it made me sit straight up in bed and listen for a long time before I was able to think about going back to sleep. I chalked it up to just a bad dream and lay back down beside my wife. She was turned on her side away from me so I draped my arm around her waist and pressed my nose into her shoulder. The scent of something warm and sweet drifted up from her skin and I inhaled slowly. Mmm… vanilla…and some kind of tangy fruit I couldn‘t identify. Damn. Now I was hungry. Moonlight streamed through the arched bedroom window, lighting my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and stared into the mostly empty space. There was some leftover pizza in a Domino‘s box, some cheese in the dairy drawer, and some yogurt cups scattered across the bottom shelf. Nope. Not in the mood for any of that. What was I craving? Something sweet. I opened the fridge again. Dammit, my Twix bar was long gone. I fumbled around in the pantry and found some honey. Mmm…that sounded good, but I couldn‘t find anything to put it on. This was getting irritating. I knew what I wanted but I just couldn‘t name it. Sweet, hot, moist, sticky…. Then I figured it out. I wasn‘t hungry for food. I was hungry for woman. Emma loves to sleep. She can fall asleep almost anywhere, on the couch, in the car, on a hard floor. But she hates being woken up. I‘ve learned to leave her wherever she goes to sleep rather than risk her wrath. I have also learned never to wake her up for 74

sex. It‘s not that she doesn‘t want me. She‘s a wildcat in bed (or any other place we happen to be when the mood strikes us), but once she falls asleep…forget it. I gave up on my midnight snack and crawled back into bed. Emma hadn‘t moved at all so I snuggled up behind her, arm around her waist, chin on her shoulder. I love looking at her. Her hair is sandy blonde with a few streaks of gray she calls her ‗Lily Munster look.‘ Her hazel eyes change from green to brown depending on the light and what she‘s wearing. They change with her mood, too. They get dark green when she‘s aroused, whether she‘s pissed or passionate. I like them both ways. Our kids are old enough to know they need to knock on our bedroom door before they can come in, so we‘ve gone back to sleeping naked every night. I love looking at her naked. She has a woman‘s body; soft and curved in all the right places. Emma wished she had a few less curves, but I don‘t complain. Her breasts fit right in the palm of my hand. They‘re so damn soft I can‘t keep my hands off of them. She doesn‘t understand my fascination with them. I tried to explain it to her but words failed me. And then there‘s that warm moist spot between her thighs. Definitely want more than my hands in there. I love the way she sighs when I slide my fingers down and around that wet pink stuff. She‘s just so much fun to play with. I like to tease her, pinching and pulling and poking, giving her goose bumps while she whimpers and begs for more. Emma sighed and wiggled her butt into my groin. Oh yeah…here it comes. No doubt about it. That simple, innocent move left me with a boner I just had to do something with. But I know better than to wake her up. I wondered how much I could get away with while she was sleeping. All on its own (I swear) my hand slid up her ribs and cupped her breast. She moaned and snuggled closer to me, trapping my erection between her butt and my thighs. As I moved away, she rolled on her 75

back, tossing an arm above her head, spreading out like a feast on a banquet table. Under the blanket, her thighs slid apart. I watched her squirm while my thumb stroked her nipple. I could picture her pink lower lips getting swollen and juicy. Oh damn, was I ever hungry. Maybe, if I took just a few nibbles at a time, she would wake up gently and indulge me. Slowly, I pulled the blankets down to her knees, waited to see if she would wake up, then I lay between her legs and started eating my midnight snack. Sweet, hot…oh yeah…just what I was in the mood for. I licked her pink flesh carefully at first, avoiding my favorite morsel until her appetite matched mine. She moaned in her sleep, spreading her legs more. I kept licking. Moist, sticky…instead of satisfying my craving, her sleep-muddled response fueled my hunger. Nibble nibble, lick lick, slurp, suck. I stayed low, away from her clit so I could savor her fleshy fruit a while longer before she woke up and scolded me. She took a bath before she went to bed, and the scent of her vanilla bath oil mixed with the musky, animal scent of her body. It was a combination that just about drove me into a feeding frenzy. I restrained myself only by keeping my eyes fixed on her face, watching for signs of awareness. Her lips parted and she let out a loud moan. I stopped. She hissed and raised her hips to my mouth, but her eyes were still closed. I uncurled my tongue and touched it to her clit. Her small gasp sounded huge in our quiet bedroom. I pulled my tongue back, waiting, watching her fingers clench and her hips twist. My tongue touched her again. Her back arched and came off the bed. Once again, I waited. Once again, my tongue met her flesh. Her eyes opened and she lifted her head, looking straight at me. I met her gaze and held it as I closed my mouth over her clit, suckling hard. Her head hit the pillow with a soft thump, and she twisted and moaned in my grasp, but she didn‘t stop me. Determined to finish what I started, I stuck two

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fingers into her, crooking them forward, beckoning her to come. She did. I love watching her orgasms. Her body contracted— her fingers curled, her toes curled, her knees bent, and then she stretched—her neck, her back, her legs. Just when I thought she was about to be torn apart, she released a wailing moan that sent chills down my spine. I shivered, barely hanging on to my control. Emma collapsed on the bed and whimpered, hair tossed, legs spread. I crawled on top of her. She didn‘t protest. I grasped her chin in my fingers and turned her flushed face toward me. Deep green eyes glittered in the dark. My god, she was too beautiful to resist. I swooped down and took her, plunging into her like a starving man into a hot meal. Entering my wife is a sensation almost too good to bear. It‘s a struggle to maintain control long enough to get inside her and enjoy her. But once I made it through the intense tingle, I felt her soft, warm pleasure envelope me in its snug embrace. Oh yes. This is what I hungered for. I am always amazed by how perfectly we fit together, like hand in glove. Her smooth perfect thighs clenched my waist, rousing me from the tingly bliss I was losing my mind in. I groaned and pressed forward, and when her hips came off the bed to press back, I knew she was awake and as hungry as I was. I planted my knees and thrust into her, feeling my cock stretch and tighten as I penetrated her, that teasing tickle as I withdrew. She shifted underneath me, and I thought my eyes were gonna pop right out of my head as I sank deeper. I raised myself up on my hands so we could grind our hips together, pressing and rubbing hard, moving flesh against flesh without moving apart. When her breath started coming in short gasps, I knew I was rubbing her in the right place, in exactly the right way. She flung her arms above her head, and I not only got to watch her orgasm; I got to feel it, too. Her body contracted harder than I expected, taking me to 77

that fine line between pleasure and pain, just barely remaining on the pleasure side. She released me for a split second of agony, then flirted with that line again and again. I wasn‘t sure how much more I could take. All the heat in the room rushed through my body and shot through my erection. It took me by surprise and my arms trembled. Another rush of heat knocked me on top of Emma, quivering beneath me. I knew the explosion was coming, and I was powerless to stop it. My balls tingled—oh yeah—and then my shaft—oh god—and then—Oh Yes! Hard and hot, I pumped into Emma, thinking about how much I loved her, loved doing this with her, and then I couldn‘t think about anything at all. Sated and satisfied, I held her in my arms and dreamed about making love to her all over again. I didn‘t realize I was crushing Emma, panting in her ear until she squirmed under me. ―Oh, Connor,‖ she sighed as I rolled off her. ―You need to do that more often.‖ Uh…what? ―I thought you hated it when I woke you up.‖ ―Mmm….‖ She purred and snuggled into my arms. ―Not when you do it like that. Do you have any idea what it‘s like to wake up with a hot tongue between your legs?‖ I wouldn‘t mind finding out. ―So, does that mean I can have you for my midnight snack whenever I want?‖ I‘m a guy. I gotta have it spelled out for me. Besides, my brain was still sparking with sensory overload. ―Help yourself, honey.‖ I smiled in the dark, but her eyes were drifting shut. ―Oh, I will.‖ I leaned over and stole a kiss from her before she went back to sleep. ―You always make me hungry.‖

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Wicked Games Melissa was having second thoughts the moment she stepped into the bar, but not about the bar itself. It was a decent-looking place. Decorated with pictures of cowboys, wild horses, and Native American artwork, the southwestern theme appealed to both the male and female patrons. There was a hint of cigarette smoke in the air mixed with the scent of Tequila, giving the place a heady, lusty atmosphere. No, her reason for being there was giving her second thoughts. Picking up strange men in bars wasn‘t something Melissa usually did. In fact, she never did it. But tonight was all about doing something unusual, something unlike her. She was playing a part in her favorite fantasy, and she hoped to find a man willing to indulge her. Quickly glancing around the room, she discovered her prospects were limited. Melissa gnawed her lower lip, trying to decide if she should give up her quest or give it a little more time. Maybe someone interesting would come in later. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the bar and ordered a margarita. ―Whoa!‖ A chorus of groans and begrudging cheers rose around the pool table. ―Great shot, Mac.‖ A smug smile crossed the lips of the man who made that shot. Brian Mackenzie chalked his pool cue, eyeing the table to line up his next great shot. He leaned over and pulled back the cue. His body went perfectly still and every pair of eyes in the room, especially Melissa‘s, focused on him. Melissa sucked in her breath and stared at him over the rim of her margarita glass. Her eyes followed the lines of his body, memorizing every fine detail. Up his long legs, lingering on his firm ass, over his strong 79

shoulders, and down his powerful arms to his long slender fingers. His jaw twitched and his lips drew tight. His blue eyes focused sharply, not on the eight ball, but on its intended destination. Intense concentration never looked so sexy. Crack! Porcelain bounced off porcelain, jumpstarting Melissa‘s heart. She didn‘t even see Brian move. The eight ball banked off one side of the table, then a second, then a third. Smoothly, slowly, it rolled toward the corner pocket and dropped in. A satisfied grin lit up Brian‘s eyes as he met Melissa‘s wide green gaze. She blushed and took a quick sip of her margarita, hiding behind the wide salted rim. ―Ok, Mac.‖ Another challenger slapped his money on the table. ―You‘re going down.‖ Brian tore his eyes away from the quiet redhead and smirked. ―Rack ‗em up.‖ If nothing else, Melissa decided, she could spend the evening watching the gorgeous Mr. Mackenzie play pool and be quite satisfied. Oh yes, she sighed as he bent over in front of her, drawing his jeans tight across his backside. Very satisfied. ―Is this seat taken?‖ Not waiting for an answer, a tall blonde man sat on the stool next to her, blocking her view of the pool table. ―Um, no.‖ Giving him a quick once over, Melissa decided this was not the man she was looking for. She peered over his shoulder at the pool table. ―My name is Sam.‖ He smiled and held out his hand. ―And you are?‖ Not interested, Melissa thought. She so wanted to tell him to get lost but she couldn‘t get up the nerve to do it. ―I‘m Melissa.‖ ―Can I buy you a drink?‖ May I, she corrected mentally. She was about to say no when a feminine giggle caught her attention. Glancing past Sam, she spotted her favorite pool player entertaining a busty waitress. Melissa‘s lips turned down just slightly. Apparently, he was out of

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the picture. She looked at her new prospect and pasted a bright smile on her face. ―Why not?‖ Brian smiled at the waitress, but his eyes were on his redhead at the bar. She looked out of place there. In her knee length skirt, buttoned-up-to-there cardigan, and sensible pumps, she should‘ve been in an office—or a library. But that flame red hair, those emerald green eyes, and those gorgeous round breasts contrasted sharply with her clothes, and he knew she was more than she appeared. He wasn‘t the only guy who suspected as much, unfortunately. His pool buddies ogled her with much less subtlety than he did, and it wasn‘t long before one of them made a move. Brian chuckled under his breath, knowing Sam wasn‘t much of an obstacle. He drew back his pool cue, imagining the eight ball dropping nicely in the side pocket, and took the shot. Melissa heard the applause from the pool table and knew Brian won again. She wanted to walk over there and give him a victory kiss. Oh, but she couldn‘t do something that bold. Could she? ―I‘ve never seen you in here before.‖ Sam smiled and leaned close to her. ―I certainly would‘ve remembered you.‖ Lame, lame, lame. Melissa gave Sam a polite smile and took a big drink of her margarita, trying to think of something nice to say to the grinning fool. ―Jesus, Sam. Can‘t you come up with anything better than that?‖ Brian Mackenzie sauntered up to the bar, stopping in front of Melissa and Sam. Sam spun around so fast he nearly fell off his stool. ―Can you?‖ Brian smirked and turned his back on Sam, leaning into the small space between him and Melissa. ―You‘re impressed. I can tell.‖ Her big green eyes got even bigger, and he heard her breath catch in her throat. Yep, he smiled, Sam was long forgotten. Melissa felt hot, and she knew it wasn‘t the margarita. She looked up into those arrogant blue eyes and wondered what kind of man would stand so close to 81

her and ask her—no—tell her. ―Impressed with what?‖ she somehow thought to ask. ―Me.‖ Well, yes, but she wasn‘t going to tell him that. ―Maybe.‖ ―Maybe nothing.‖ Brian slid his arm across the bar to touch her elbow; his fingers stroking her upper arm like it belonged to him. ―I think–‖ ―I think you‘ve wasted enough of our time.‖ Sam grabbed Brian‘s shoulder, pushing him back as he stood up. ―Don‘t mess with me, Sam,‖ Brian warned. But Sam wasn‘t as bright as he looked and more drunk than he realized, so Brian‘s warning was ignored. He shoved Brian‘s chest, slamming into a solid wall of muscle and falling to the floor when Brian didn‘t collapse like Sam planned. Stay down, stay down, stay down, Brian mentally commanded as he watched Sam stand up and prepare to throw a punch. But Brian was faster, throwing a short, powerful jab into Sam‘s jaw that put him on the floor again. ―Stay down,‖ Brian growled. He stepped over the groaning former obstacle and straddled the stool next to Melissa. ―Now I‘m impressed,‖ she breathed. ―I‘m not surprised.‖ Was he for real? ―You are the most arrogant man I‘ve ever met.‖ Brian grinned and ordered a beer. ―Yeah I know. It‘s a gift.‖ She should tell him to take his overconfidence and shove it up his…but there was something oddly appealing and damn sexy about his bravado. That badass smile just curled her toes. ―I suppose you think I should kiss your feet for rescuing me from that loser.‖ ―No. Just a bit higher should do.‖ Melissa‘s eyes traveled from his boots to his thighs where his hand rested, seeming to point to where he wanted her lips. He laughed when the flush in her cheeks told him he didn‘t need to explain. She slid off 82

her stool. ―I think I need to….‖ What? Walk out? Run? Faint? Fall to her knees and obey his every command? ―Don‘t go baby.‖ He grabbed her arm and sat her back down. ―I won‘t bite.‖ She looked skeptical. ―Unless you want me to.‖ He smiled, revealing beautiful white dangerous teeth. Melissa smiled back. ―If you‘re trying to shock me, it didn‘t work.‖ Well, maybe just a little. ―I‘m just being honest.‖ Brian moved close to her, capturing her gaze and holding it. ―I want to sink my teeth into you and feast on your skin,‖ his eyes moved over the hardened peaks evident through her sweater, ―starting right there and finishing….‖ His gaze slid lower and she felt its heat between her thighs. He met her eyes again—bold, intense—and flashed that promising smile. Ok, that shocked her. But in such a good way she wanted to crawl into his lap and rip the buttons off her sweater so he could start nibbling right then and there. ―Is that what you need?‖ Brian groaned as he watched her bite her lower lip. ―I…oh, um….‖ Melissa jumped when Brian slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her off the stool. His thighs clenched her hips, pulling her snug against his erection. ―Can you feel what I need?‖ he whispered against her lips. He was so close he could have kissed her. Melissa stood trembling in his intimate embrace, wondering why he didn‘t. He would kiss her. But not yet, Brian decided. He wanted her to beg for it…and more. Knowing he wasn‘t going to kiss her, Melissa felt suddenly embarrassed and stepped back. ―Buy me a drink?‖ she said, hoping to turn the conversation casual. ―Sure.‖ But he wasn‘t about to let her off that easy. ―Two Tequila shots,‖ he told the bartender. Melissa gasped. ―But I was drinking a margarita.‖ 83

―Not any more.‖ He picked up her hand and turned it palm up. Lifting it to his mouth, he slowly drew his tongue across her wrist. Melissa knew her body fairly well. She knew what turned her on and what didn‘t. Or she used to. She never knew her wrist was an erogenous zone. Her knees quivered and she sat down while Brian sprinkled salt on her wet skin then licked her again. Blood rushed through her arm, making her pulse pound under his tongue. With blurry eyes, she watched him pick up the shot glass and down it, pick up the lime wedge and bite it. ―Your turn.‖ There was a challenge in his tone she couldn‘t refuse. She stared at the saltshaker, considering her options. Brian got tired of waiting. He licked his upturned forearm and sprinkled salt on it then held it up to Melissa‘s mouth. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Brian caught his breath as her pink tongue touched his skin. He pictured that tongue wrapping around his cock, and he gritted his teeth as the image hardened his erection further. Melissa opened her eyes and the room spun around her, but she hadn‘t touched the shot. She picked up the glass and drank it. The potent liquid burned her mouth, bringing tears to her eyes. ―Swallow it,‖ Brian instructed. When she did as she was told, he picked up the lime wedge and slipped it between her lips. ―God, that stuff‘s horrible.‖ Melissa cringed, sucking the lime for relief. ―You‘re not supposed to hold it in your mouth.‖ Brian couldn‘t help laughing. ―Let it hit the back of your throat and swallow it. You won‘t taste it so much.‖ ―Really?‖ Her stomach was still burning. ―That‘s true for swallowing other things, too.‖ He let her decide what ‗other things‘. Did he really say that or was she already drunk? 84

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for him. He held her face in his hands and gently pulled away, nibbling at her lips. ―Let‘s get out of here.‖ Brian pulled her toward the door. Melissa giggled. ―Your place or mine?‖ He stopped short, turned, and dragged her into his arms, kissing her. Images of her naked on the floor, legs wrapped around his waist, hips thrusting wildly flashed through his brain, stealing his breath. ―We‘ll be lucky if we make it to my car.‖ Her reply was a soft moan. ―In that case, give me five minutes to freshen up.‖ She pulled away from him and ran to the ladies room. ―You have three,‖ he called after her. He followed her to the hallway outside the restrooms and waited, checking his watch. After two minutes, he couldn‘t wait any longer. He pushed the door open and found Melissa alone, fixing her lipstick. Her eyes widened and she spun around. ―What are you doing in here?‖ Brian quickly surveyed the room. It was surprisingly clean, dimly lit, with a sturdy vanity that would serve his purposes very well. He grabbed a chair and angled it under the doorknob. There would be no interruptions. He turned to Melissa and lifted her up on the countertop. ―We can‘t–‖ Her breathless protest was cut off by his mouth closing over hers. He swallowed her gasps and groans, pressing her back against the mirror. He broke the kiss suddenly and leaned back, staring at her with blazing eyes. ―Do you remember what I wanted to do to you?‖ She didn‘t need any more hints when he pulled open her cardigan. ―Oh god,‖ she gasped and arched her back to let him unhook her bra. He swiftly bared her breasts, pausing to admire them, then leaned forward to take one hard nipple between his teeth. Melissa hissed as he bit down, soothing the painful pleasure with his tongue. But while that ache was

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resist touching it, tracing his fingertip along the seam of her pantyhose from top to bottom. ―Yes,‖ Melissa sighed, ―oh yes. More. Please. Mooorrre—‖ He traced the outline of her pussy, lip to lip, fold to fold, curiously fingering the pink flesh as if he was the first to discover it. But touching it wasn‘t enough. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste her, eat her, and devour her. His tongue followed his finger. Down and around. Over and back again. Tasting a woman always drove him crazy, but this woman—her taste, her texture, her scent—this woman was driving him legally insane. Melissa‘s entire body tensed, her hips shifting down toward his mouth. But neither of them could get enough. He twisted the flimsy material in his fist, poked a finger through, and ripped it straight down the middle. Now he could feast on her the way he wanted to. Brian‘s tongue touched her naked flesh, swirling and stroking. He opened his mouth and swallowed every morsel he could get, sucking the juicy bits like candy. Melissa never felt so hot in her entire life. Her cheeks blazed, sweat beaded between her breasts and behind her knees. Seeing Brian on his knees, his face between her legs, his nose buried in her pubic curls was almost as erotic as what he was doing down there. Hot tongue flicks tormented her swollen clit, lingering just enough to make her think relief was coming soon, but just when she was ready to climax, that devilish tongue moved on, leaving her in agony. Poking and probing her, oh yes that felt good, but dammit when was he going to—ah! Without warning, he returned to her aching nub, teasing it back to another kind of agony…the kind that could only end in pure bliss. ―Yes, just like that.‖ Melissa knew he didn‘t like being instructed, but he couldn‘t go on torturing her that way. Could he?

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The Devil Made Me Do It ―Happy thirtieth birthday, Melissa!‖ Erin Clayton squealed and threw her arms around her younger sister, dragging her through the front door and making sure everyone knew the guest of honor had arrived. ―This is so great! I can‘t believe you went to all this trouble.‖ Melissa Mackenzie and her husband, Brian, turned in circles, marveling at Erin‘s transformed home. Black and white streamers fluttered from anything vertical, multi-colored confetti littered everything horizontal (including the cocker spaniel), and a bold, bright banner screamed ‗Happy Birthday‘ over the sliding glass doors leading to the deck. Shiny balloons floated over the floor, occasionally getting popped by a misplaced step and startling the living daylights out of the unsuspecting guests. Erin meticulously arranged the overloaded buffet table. ―It‘s no trouble. You only turn thirty once, and I want to rub it in good.‖ ―Great. Thanks,‖ Melissa gulped, remembering what she did to Erin at her thirtieth birthday party. Three years later, people were still talking about how Melissa stripped Erin‘s bikini top off in full view of the guests and the neighbors. ―Where‘s the beef, babe? The grill is ready.‖ John Clayton strolled in from the deck, grilling fork in one hand, a Bud Lite in the other. ―I‘ll bring it right out,‖ Erin said, nodding in the direction of the birthday girl. John got the hint. ―Hey! Happy birthday, Mel.‖ He slapped her on the butt with the backside of the fork. ―Ow!‖ Melissa rubbed her bottom and shot her brother-in-law a dirty look. 93

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A self-satisfied smile flickered across Brian‘s lips. ―She resisted at first, but she loved every minute of it.‖ John stared into the kitchen, admiring his wife‘s firm ass as she bent over to check something in the oven. He shook his head. ―I don‘t think I could do that to Erin.‖ ―Why not?‖ ―What if I scare her? What if I lose control? She doesn‘t realize it makes me crazy just to be in the same room with her.‖ He stared at Erin, his eyes following the sleek lines of her long slim body. Raw lust aroused the erection he was fighting all day. Her lush black hair fell over her shoulder and she flipped it back with a gesture that was second nature to her. The burgundy tank dress she wore complimented her features. Dark colors favored her, creating an exotic contrast between her fair skin and dark eyes. Melissa had the same dark eyes, dark hair, and fair skin as her older sister, but the similarities stopped there. Short and curvy, Melissa‘s energetic personality matched her figure as much as Erin‘s cool grace matched her statuesque frame. Brian stared at his wife, having made the same comparisons and contrasts. He wondered how much the sisters thought alike. ―Melissa told me something interesting the other night.‖ ―What‘s that?‖ John turned to his brother-in-law and met his eyes. ―She told me that one of a woman‘s top three fantasies is to be ravished.‖ ―Ravished? Is that anything like rape?‖ ―No way. Ravishing is kinda like romance novel sex where the woman is pursued, captured, and swept off her feet. She might resist at first but that‘s part of the fantasy. Mel said that ravishing appeals to some women because, even though she‘s a willing participant, she can't be held responsible for her actions because ‗the devil made her do it‘.‖ John grinned. ―I can be a devil.‖ He looked back at his wife, devilish thoughts filling his mind at the sight 95

of her bending over to take the potatoes out of the oven. Focusing on her hemline, he tried to mentally push her skirt just a little higher. But it didn‘t work. The scent of burning meat snapped him back to reality. He moved the steaks away from the flames and glanced over at Brian. ―So how much do you think those two have in common?‖ Erin waited until the glass door slid closed, then smiled at her sister. ―Nice hint.‖ Melissa beamed. ―Do you think it will help?‖ ―I hope so.‖ Erin returned to the kitchen and Melissa followed her. ―Is your plan working?‖ Erin opened the oven door to check the baked potatoes then turned to her sister. Glancing out at the deck to make sure everyone was outside, she smiled and said, ―He wanted some this morning, but I decided to play hard to get. You know, drive him a little crazy.‖ ―Good, good. How‘d he take it?‖ ―Not well, he‘s a little cranky. He can‘t figure out why I said no.‖ ―Turn the heat up a little,‖ Melissa suggested. ―Make him want you, but he can‘t have you…yet.‖ ―So, encourage him and resist him at the same time?‖ ―Uh-huh.‖ ―That‘s going to be tricky.‖ Erin frowned and watched her husband turning steaks on the grill with his brother-in-law beside him, seemingly offering helpful hints. She could tell John was really listening to what Brian was saying because John‘s eyebrows were drawn together with a focused intensity she found incredibly sexy. Of course, there wasn‘t much about John that wasn‘t sexy. At six feet, he was only a few inches taller than she was, and when she wore heels she could look straight into his gorgeous brown eyes.

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A flash of movement caught her attention, and she shifted her gaze to Brian, waving his beer bottle emphatically as if illustrating an important point. Erin stared hard, trying to read Brian‘s lips, but found herself distracted by the intensity in his blue eyes and the way his muscular shoulders flexed when he talked with his hands. Oh yes, she could definitely see why her sister found him attractive. Melissa followed her gaze. ―Why don‘t you just tell him what you want?‖ ―I probably should, but that would defeat my purpose. Half the fun is in resisting him.‖ ―Yeah, but men don‘t always get hints. I had to beat Brian over the head with a clue-by-four before he got it.‖ ―At least you ‗got it‘,‖ Erin sighed. ―I still don‘t know how I accomplished that.‖ A schoolgirl giggle escaped Melissa‘s lips. ―One night he just grabbed me, threw me on the bed, and had his way with me.‖ ―Hmm…. Maybe I‘ll just have to grab him and say ‗take me, baby‘.‖ ―That might work.‖ ―But that‘s so unlike me.‖ The oven timer cut into Erin‘s thoughts, and she quickly turned it off. She pulled the potatoes from the oven and arranged them on a serving tray. ―I wish he would just sweep me off my feet and ravish me, take my breath away, and leave me unable to walk.‖ ―Keep working on him girl. You‘ll get it eventually.‖ ―I intend to.‖ The steaks were grilled to perfection, the potatoes done just right, and the overflowing appetizers were almost gone when Erin and Melissa joined their guests out on the deck. Sunset over the mountains was particularly gorgeous that night, spilling golden twilight into the Clayton‘s backyard party. It wasn‘t a huge bash; just a few close friends, couples mostly, without their children. 97

Erin sat beside John and flashed him a beguiling smile, making him wonder just what the heck she was up to. He decided not to question her invitation and reached under the table to caress her thigh. The moment he touched her, she turned away from his grasp to talk to Jenna, Melissa‘s best friend. John brought his hand back to the table. Coincidence or rejection? Not wanting to dwell on the possibilities, John raised a questioning eyebrow at his brother-inlaw, but Brian just shrugged. Concentrating on her end of the conversation was not as easy as it appeared. Erin smiled and nodded at the appropriate times, but she was constantly aware of every move her husband made. Even though he wasn‘t touching her, she could feel him next to her, and she knew he wasn‘t happy about her apparent rejection. She had to make him understand she wasn‘t saying no; she was saying not yet. She had to tease him, tempt him, and make him lose control. ―Would you like a strawberry, sweetheart?‖ Erin picked up a strawberry and waited for John to look at her. When she had his full attention, she bit down on the succulent fruit, licking a drop of its savory juice from her lips. ―Uh….‖ What was she saying? As John watched her pink tongue play across her juicy lips, all competent thought fled from his brain. Images of that tongue licking up his juices, those teeth nibbling his flesh, rendered him incapable of putting two words together. ―Okay.‖ She picked up a strawberry and laid it on his plate. Not what he had in mind. John scowled as she resumed her conversation with Jenna. His erection came back with a vengeance, and he toyed with the idea of tossing his wife on the picnic table and banging her brains out. He shook his head and blinked as images of screaming guests and scattered food assaulted him. Better to save his carnal urges for when he had her alone. Then, Erin would be the only one screaming. Screaming, writhing, and clawing. 98

John frowned and attacked his steak, just a bit uncomfortable with the nature of his thoughts. ―Settle down, John. You‘re getting a little carried away.‖ Erin raised an eyebrow at her husband as his elbow bounced off her ribs. He gave her a blank stare, wondering for a moment if she knew what he was thinking. The twinkle in her eye made him wonder if she would like what he was thinking. Testing his theory, he leaned close to her, barely touching his lips to her ear. ―You‘d like that, wouldn‘t you?‖ Erin caught her breath. ―Oh–‖ ―Hey Erin!‖ Jenna‘s husband, Mike, laughed at her from across the table. ―Remember what Mel did to you at your birthday party?‖ She twisted in her seat and gave the man a sharp glare. ―Only too well.‖ He seemed to shrink under her gaze. ―And thank you so much for bringing it up,‖ she said with a gracious but chilly smile. Nothing excited John more than watching his wife put a creep in his place. ―Well done, baby.‖ He touched her leg, slipping his fingers under the hem of her skirt and caressing her thigh from outside to inside and back again. Erin turned back to him, eager to resume their previous intimate conversation, but Brian already had John distracted. The calloused tips of his fingers teased her smooth thigh, drawing a moist response from between her legs. Her heartbeat was still off kilter since his whispered challenge, and she desperately hoped she was driving him as crazy as he was her. ―Who‘s ready for some cake?‖ Brian clapped his hands and rubbed them together, grinning meaningfully at Erin. A chorus of agreement rose around the table. ―I take it everyone wants ice cream, too,‖ Erin said as she stood. She ordered Melissa to stay put and walked to the kitchen alone.

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Standing behind her, Brian grinned. ―She already did.‖ ―Oh yes.‖ Turning, Melissa cast a naughty smile at her husband. ―Maybe now you‘ll get yours.‖ Laughter turned into hoots and howls as Brian wrapped his arms around the birthday girl and bent her back over the picnic table, kissing her until she was blushing and breathless. Touching the tip of his nose against hers, he smiled into her eyes. ―I have everything I‘ve ever wished for and more.‖ Ignoring the cheering guests, Melissa slid her arms around his neck. ―That deserves another kiss.‖ Brian‘s eyes lit up. ―And more when we get home.‖ ―Mmm…have I got a package for you.‖ Brian winked and kissed her. ―Um…excuse me, Mel,‖ Erin elbowed her blissful sister in the ribs. ―You‘re squashing the cake.‖ ―Oops.‖ Melissa giggled and Brian picked her up, moved to a comfortable chair, and settled her in his lap while Erin and Jenna served cake and ice cream. ―None for me, thanks,‖ John said as Jenna passed a plate to him. Watching Brian and Mel was enough to make him lose his appetite. Besides, he‘d rather eat cake and ice cream off Erin‘s luscious plate. He was sure he had his chance in the kitchen, but somehow she slipped away from him. If she didn‘t give it up soon, he was going to do something desperate. Having Erin flat on her back on the picnic table was looking better and better all the time. He closed his eyes and saw her skirt hiked up to her waist, her ankles around his neck, his rock hard cock pounding between her thighs, birthday cake spread across her breasts…. ―Do you want to eat my frosting?‖ ―Huh?‖ John‘s beer almost flew out of his hand at the sound of Erin‘s voice. She was standing in front of him, holding out a plateful of frosting. ―It‘s too sweet for me. I thought you might like it.‖ She scooped some of it onto her fork and offered it to him. 102

Setting down his Bud, he crooked his finger at her. Leaning forward, she let him whisper in her ear. ―Only if I can eat it off your nipples.‖ Erin‘s eyes grew wide and even darker than usual. ―I don‘t want any frosting.‖ John grabbed her arms and pulled her against his body. ―But I will have you for dessert tonight.‖ She caught her breath in a rush and stepped back. ―You‘re a devil,‖ she whispered at him. ―Damn right.‖ Was that a challenge in his tone? ―I like that,‖ she purred, making sure he knew she didn‘t disapprove. He slid next to her, slipping his arms around her waist while he blocked their guests‘ view with his body. ―What d‘ya say we blow off this party and go find someplace where I can, um….‖ His heart was pounding so hard he could barely think. ―Yank that dress off and fuck you for an hour or two.‖ Crude but to the point. Oh my god, he was getting the idea. Could she push him just a little bit more? Erin stepped out of his embrace. ―But we‘re the hosts,‖ she reminded him, feigning an indifference she did not feel. ―Oh yeah.‖ His patience was running out. Lust ruled him, making it impossible to think of anything but sating his desires. He didn‘t care how or where—it just had to be soon. Erin got the distinct impression she was going to get laid right then and there if she didn‘t disappear in a hurry. She had no desire to make a spectacle of herself again, so she used her hostess duties as an excuse and hurried to the kitchen. ―What‘s the matter with her?‖ Brian met John at the beer cooler, watching Erin nearly run into the house. John smiled. ―I think I just called her bluff.‖ ―Great party, Erin,‖ Mike said as he and Jenna stood by the front door. ―But Melissa throws a better one. We didn‘t get to see your–‖ 103

All Erin had to do was throw the man a nasty look and he shut up quick. Jenna said goodbye to Melissa and hurried Mike to their car. John enlisted Brian to help him usher out the remaining guests. ―You called her bluff?‖ Brian didn‘t get it. He pulled John away from the crowd at the door. John smiled, watching Erin play the perfect hostess. ―She‘s been playing with me all day, stringing me along by the balls until I finally caught on to her game.‖ ―What game?‖ ―Erin and Melissa do think alike.‖ A light went on in Brian‘s eyes and an evil grin twisted his lips. ―Go get her.‖ ―I intend to.‖ John‘s hormones were simmering under Erin‘s supervision all day and they were ready to boil over. ―As soon as you get Melissa out of here.‖ ―Done.‖ Melissa waved goodbye to her friends and closed the door. ―Do you want me to help you clean up?‖ ―No.‖ John spoke up before Erin could open her mouth. ―It‘s your birthday. Go home and enjoy it.‖ ―I was going to ask them to stay for drinks,‖ Erin frowned at him. She wanted to make him wait just a bit longer. ―Thanks, but no,‖ Brian smiled and pulled Melissa toward the door. ―We have our own plans.‖ ―We do?‖ Melissa didn‘t remember any. ―We do now.‖ Knowing what his brother-in-law had in mind suddenly inspired Brian. ―Ooo….‖ Melissa giggled and waved goodbye as Brian dragged her out the door. John closed the door and locked it behind them. Smiling like the devil, he turned to his wife and found her walking out to the deck to clean up. ―Erin?‖ She was standing at the picnic table, pretending to clear the dishes while she waited to see what he would do. ―I‘ve got to put this cake away.‖ The simple 104

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feet came up on the bench, and he pushed her knees apart. Standing between her splayed thighs, he scowled at the scrap of silk covering her, separating them. It had to be removed. Elastic snapped as he ripped the cloth away, leaving her pussy naked and exposed. And hungry. Erin‘s body reacted on its own, drawing John‘s hand to her like a magnet. Two fingers stroked hard and fast inside her, while his thumb rubbed furiously over her clit. Flames raced along her limbs, licking and tormenting her flesh. Erin moaned and stretched, lifting her hips off the table to beg for more. He couldn‘t believe how wet she was. Had torturing him all day turned her on, too? Her musky scent whet his appetite. John sat down on the bench and devoured her, nibbling here, biting there. His tongue flickered over her swollen clit, circling and suckling. Erin gasped. John growled. He picked up an empty beer bottle and pressed its cool opening into her hot opening, sliding the long hard neck deep into her soft wet channel. Pulled it out, licked it, and slid it back in again. Erin grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved his mouth over her clit while he bottle-fucked her. She unhooked her bra and flung it into the backyard, seizing both breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples hard. The bottle, his tongue, and her hands assaulted her, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Every lick, every twist, every thrust sent her reeling into mindless sensation. She could think of nothing and feel everything. She felt the wood table, hard under her body, supporting her world. She felt the damp night wind scream over her skin, rattling her senses. She felt her own fingers tighten like a vice on her nipples, stoking the heat raging between her legs. She felt one of John‘s hands gripping her thigh while the other gripped the beer bottle, thrusting its erotic shape in and out, in and out, in and out. She felt his tongue, 106

his lips, and his teeth eating her, his hunger growing greater with every taste. She felt oblivion approaching, rushing toward her. Faster, closer, faster! Oh! No! Please! Madness seized her, spun her, obliterating everything she knew until she knew only violent satisfaction. John pulled the bottle out and tossed it aside, hearing glass break but not caring at all. He stood and thrust into Erin, only then realizing he was still fully dressed. She sat up and tore at his clothes, ripping his shirt as they pulled it off. They struggled with his belt and tugged at his zipper. His pants hit the deck hard, but not nearly as hard as the mutual thrust that joined them. Erin‘s startled gasp should have registered alarm in John‘s brain, but the meeting of their flesh robbed him of reason. He crawled on top of her, pressing her flat on the table and moving with her. Pumping, pounding, pumping, panting…screaming, writhing, and clawing, just like he imagined it. No—better than he imagined. He wanted her the moment he woke up, but she denied him. He wanted her in the kitchen, but she denied him there, too. He promised to make her pay— and she did. When she cried out for him to move slowly, he denied her. When she begged for him to thrust softly, he denied her. When she screamed ‗don‘t stop‘, he couldn‘t deny her. And when she pleaded for him to make her come, he indulged her, over and over and over again. Then he could no longer deny himself. Shudders wracked his body, ripping through him with the trembling force of desire restrained too long. All his pent up passion poured into his wife. She felt him lose control, feared it for only a moment, then surrendered and let it carry her away with him. John collapsed on top of his wife, his arms flung out to the sides, crushing her with his weight. ―John,‖ Erin gasped. ―Please, it‘s hard to breathe.‖

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He lifted his head and somehow found the strength to roll off her. She lay on her back unable to move, stiff, sore, and giddy. Her ragged breathing drew John‘s attention. His head rolled to one side, and he spotted a wicked-looking hickey on her neck. Was it bleeding? ―Oh my god, Erin. What did I do to you?‖ Her shoulders shook and he panicked. ―Erin! I‘m so sorry. I lost control….‖ Just like he feared he would. ―Don‘t be sorry.‖ She giggled softly. ―You did exactly what I wanted you to do. And more.‖ ―You wanted me to lose control?‖ He didn‘t understand. Then he remembered something Brian said about a woman‘s fantasies. ―The devil made you do it.‖ ―What?‖ She was still giggling and wasn‘t sure she heard him right. ―You wanted me to ravish you.‖ ―Mmm…yes. I wanted you to sweep me off my feet, take my breath away, and leave me unable to walk.‖ She sounded so completely satisfied that all of John‘s guilt disappeared, replaced by fierce male pride and more than a little lust. ―Did I succeed?‖ With some effort, she turned her head and smiled. ―Have I moved yet?‖ John smiled and leaned over to kiss her swollen lips as gently as he could. ―You played a dangerous game, lady.‖ ―I know.‖ But she was never afraid. ―I trust you.‖ She couldn‘t have given him a greater compliment. Erin sighed and slowly sat up. ―I suppose we should get this mess cleaned up.‖ But John disagreed. ―Later.‖ He pulled her into his arms, scooped up a handful of frosting, and with a devilish smile smeared it across her breasts. ―I have plans for this cake.‖

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Disobedient Matt: Are you ready to get fucked tonight? The IM window opened on my monitor and a naughty smile crossed my face. Erin: Are you? My boy toy and I had been planning this encounter for a couple of weeks. We decided to meet in a hotel room downtown. No dinner this time. Just sex. Our dates were always pretty hot, but just thinking about this one had me wet already. Matt: Have you been touching yourself? I touched the keyboard, wondering if I should tell him the truth. Erin: Just a little. Matt: I told you not to touch yourself. Erin: I couldn‘t help it. Matt: Disobedient slut. You‘re in trouble tonight. That was the idea. We recently started playing with dominance and submission. He enjoyed the dominant role, but I discovered that I couldn‘t be completely submissive. I liked being rebellious. I wanted to get in trouble. Erin: You got me too excited. I had to touch. Matt: Did you cum? I waited. 109

Matt: Did you? Erin: Yes. Matt: I‘ll have to punish you. Erin: I know. That‘s what I wanted to hear. Except for an occasional brush against my nipple with my fingertips, I didn‘t really touch myself. I wanted to let the orgasm build until he released it. But he didn‘t need to know that. Erin: I want to touch myself now. Matt: Don‘t do it. Erin: I have to. Matt: DON‘T. I couldn‘t actually. Two of my office walls were all glass, so I couldn‘t get away with anything. But I knew that letting him think I was sliding my hand under my skirt really turned him on. Erin: Mmmm that feels so good. Matt: Stop it right now. Erin: I can‘t. Matt: I will punish you. Matt: Slut. Erin: I‘m going to cum. Matt: No! I let him wait to see how he‘d react. Teasing him was making me wet. Matt: What are you doing? Did you cum? Erin: No. The phone rang so I had to stop. Matt: Good. Don‘t touch yourself again until I see you tonight. Erin: I‘ll try not to. Matt: You‘d better not. Matt: Are you wearing panties? 110

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before five, I quietly locked my office and drove downtown. Matt checked in early and called me with the room number so I went straight to the elevator. I didn‘t want to be a liar, so I pulled my skirt up and slipped my finger between my wet lips. Mmmm…stop. No more. I couldn‘t wait to see what my punishment would be. As soon as I knocked on the door, Matt grabbed my arm and dragged me inside. He didn‘t stop to kiss me like he usually did. Instead he pushed me into the room and shoved me face down on the bed. I gasped and tried to roll over, but he planted his knees on either side of my legs, and I heard him unzip his pants. ―Since you came before you got here, I‘m not going to let you cum now.‖ He yanked my skirt up to my waist. ―It‘s a good thing you‘re not wearing panties.‖ He fell on top of me and shoved his hard cock into me. The sudden violent thrust took my breath away. I tried to push myself up on my hands, but he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it tight. I felt his hot breath on my neck, in my ear. ―I knew you‘d be soaking wet.‖ And then his teeth closed on my shoulder and his body slammed into me. Oh god, if this was his idea of punishment, I was going to break his rules every time. I squirmed under him. He thought I was fighting him and slammed his cock deeper. Ohhhh…that was exactly what I wanted. I squirmed to spread my legs farther and he gave me even more of what I wanted. Hard. Rough. Animal fucking. His breathing turned ragged, and I knew he was going to cum. I was close, and I told him I needed more. ―You‘re being punished, slut. You‘ll cum when I say so.‖ Just to spite me, he pulled out and came on my ass. My body felt like it was being punished, denied what it needed while he used it to satisfy himself. I

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wiped off with a towel while he collapsed on the bed and caught his breath. ―Is it my turn now?‖ He ignored my question. ―Take your clothes off.‖ My skirt was bunched up around my waist so I had to wiggle it over my hips. He watched while I unbuttoned my blouse, threw it on the floor and waited. ―You‘re not naked,‖ he said. My bra hit the floor too. ―Take my clothes off.‖ His pants were still around his knees so I pulled them off. When I finished stripping him, he ordered me to bring a chair next to the bed and sit down. I sat down like a lady, back straight, ankles crossed. ―Spread your legs.‖ I thought about disobeying and getting punished again, but the look in his eyes commanded obedience so I slowly uncrossed my ankles and spread my thighs apart. ―Since you like touching yourself so much, you can do it for me now.‖ He leaned up on his elbow and got comfortable. ―Show me how you make yourself cum.‖ ―No. I want you to touch me.‖ ―If you tell me no again, I won‘t touch you at all. Do as you‘re told, slut.‖ I started by touching my nipples, both hands first, brushing and squeezing. Then one hand slid down my body. I slipped my fingers between my legs and spread my lips apart. When I touched my clit, I moaned, and I saw his cock get hard again. Matt watched me as I played with my wet pink flesh. I leaned back in the chair, moving my hips toward him, but he wouldn‘t touch me. I put one finger inside, and then another one. He watched me fuck myself with my fingers. He pulled them out and licked them, and then pushed them back inside, but still he wouldn‘t touch my pussy. I brought my other hand down from my breast to circle my clit, draping my legs over the arms of the chair to spread them wider. 113

His cock was fully erect again, and I watched him stroke it. My thighs started to quiver. Heat swept through me. I was about to cum. ―Cum for me,‖ he said. I rubbed my clit harder, faster, and I felt my pussy start to clench around my fingers. ―Cum now.‖ I came so hard my whole body clenched. Hot and wet. Aching and moaning. Matt watched me twist and writhe for what seemed like hours. Was he ever going to touch me? He dropped to his knees and shoved my thighs apart. His tongue slapped my clit and his fingers shoved inside me, making me cum again. ―Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now.‖ ―No.‖ What? Oh. ―Please fuck me.‖ I forgot I was the submissive one. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me on top of him, falling back and rolling over so he was in the dominant position. I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me, but he moved out of my grasp. ―Do you want this?‖ He stroked his cock. ―Yes.‖ ―Tell me what you want.‖ ―I want your cock,‖ I said. ―What do you want me to do with it?‖ ―Fuck me. Fuck me hard.‖ ―I don‘t think you really want it.‖ He stood up. ―No! I mean yes, I want it. I want it now.‖ ―Say it like you mean it.‖ ―Fuck me! Fuck me please! Fuck me hard!‖ Before I even finished begging, he grabbed my thighs and dragged me to him, impaling me with one hard thrust. He pulled out slow, dragging his cock against my clit. My hips lifted, begging for more and he slammed back in. He pulled out, torturing me again, and I begged again. His thumb stroked my clit and I gasped, but I needed his cock too. He thrust in deep, and I wrapped my legs around his hips so he couldn‘t get away, but I knew he couldn‘t stop now.

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He fell on top of me and we fucked each other till we were both sweating and cumming. He rolled off me, laughing at my happy grin. ―You like being a disobedient slut, don‘t you?‖ ―Oh yes,‖ I panted, already trying to decide which rule to break next time.

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Tell Me You Want Me ―So you’re interested in sports medicine?‖ Austin smiled. ―Yeah. I blew out my knee during a game freshman year. Coach took me to a clinic specializing in athletic injuries. The doctors were amazing. They helped me recover fast enough to finish the season and start again the next year, but….‖ He looked at her and she looked back at him, waiting for him to finish. He held her arm a little tighter. ―I’ll never play beyond college. I’ll never make it to the NFL.‖ ―I’m sorry.‖ She put her arm around him. Jane remembered that game. The whole school feared they lost their most promising quarterback, and everyone was relieved when Austin came off the injured reserve list. ―I can’t scramble like I used to. That’s why I depend on my arm and a good running back like Jack. So when I had to figure out what else to do with my life, I decided I wanted to help other athletes like me.‖ Jane smiled. She didn’t expect Austin to be the one with a plan, with goals, with a purpose. ―And here I thought you stayed in school for the cheerleaders.‖ ―Yeah that’s a definite perk.‖ Austin grinned and leaned back against the gym wall with her in his arms. ―I’m a pre-med major, so I don’t spend all my time at the gym. I even go to class now and then.‖ ―That’s why we never see each other. I’m a business major.‖ ―What kind of business?‖ ―I haven’t decided.‖ She had an idea, but she wasn’t ready to tell anyone about it, so she changed the 116

subject. Jane smiled into his eyes. ―Have you changed your mind yet?‖ ―About sleeping with you?‖ Austin grinned at her and pulled her closer, nuzzling her neck. ―Hell yes, first chance we get–‖ Jane laughed and pushed him back. ―No, have you changed your mind about lo–‖ Good lord, what was she asking him? Her smile faded and she looked down at her bandaged knee. Of course, his first thought was about sex. What did she expect? ―Forget I asked.‖ ―No, I won’t forget.‖ Austin frowned, his blue eyes penetrating her. ―Did you think you changed my mind already?‖ She shrugged, not looking at him. ―I hoped.‖ ―Hope is a useless emotion too.‖ She stepped back and searched his face. ―What made you so cynical?‖ ―Life did. Real life, Janie.‖ Austin’s eyes narrowed and if Jane didn’t know better, she’d say he was fighting tears. ―The night my parents split up my dad told my mom he loved her, but it didn’t do any good. They still got divorced and they still hate each other.‖ ―It doesn’t have to be like that.‖ ―Do I have a choice? Does anyone?‖ ―I believe we can choose to be happy.‖ Jane looked into his doubting eyes, hoping he would see her confidence and believe it too. Austin shook his head. ―I’m glad you believe that, Janie, because I don’t.‖ ―What do you believe in?‖ A wicked grin lit up his eyes as they slid over her body, stripping her defenses. ―Hot sex, cold beer, and the last-second Hail Mary pass.‖ But that grin faded all too quickly. ―I believe—I know—that dreams 117

can be shattered in a moment.‖ He took a determined step toward her. ―I believe in taking what I want with both hands and never letting go.‖ He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her lips, her neck, whatever his mouth could reach. His other hand slid down her back, grabbed a handful of her ass and pulled her up against him. His passion and conviction thrilled her to the core. ―Wow,‖ Jane panted, ―I can’t believe how much that turned me on.‖ As quickly as it started, their fight was over…for now. Austin half-laughed, half-groaned and turned her back against the wall, sliding both hands under her thighs. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around her waist, pinning her against the wall with his body. Her knee throbbed at being bent around him, but she ignored it, focusing on the throbbing between her legs. Was it her or was it him? Didn’t matter. It felt good either way. ―Tell me you want me,‖ he whispered on her skin. ―I want you, Austin.‖ ―Tell me what you want me to do to you….‖ Available in the Kindle store March 2011

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