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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, here's a few from my billionaire BDSM erotic romance novel In Expert Hands.

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Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client. 
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs. 
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams. 

The hotel suite was silent as Imogen stepped in. She paused and watched Kane remove his tuxedo jacket and rest it on the back of the sofa. He’d changed from the black velvet one as they’d left the club, explaining that it was Sub Space rules that gold star jackets remained on the premises.She glanced toward her bedroom then over at the room Kane had used to shower and change. The place was so huge, so extravagant, but right now she’d happily be in a small, standard room with only one bed so there’d be no question about them sharing. Because if she didn’t get some relief soon from the frustration growing deep in her belly she was sure she’d go mad.All the way back in the limo she’d thought about what she’d seen—the spanking, the pale female skin turning red, the men pleasing their women, mastering them, wringing sublime orgasms from them.She imagined Kane there. In that role. Performing, satisfying his urges, sating his desires. But she didn’t think of the women he was with, she only saw herself there, bent over for him, legs spread for him, her arms reaching for him.She kept her focus on him now as he turned up the cuffs on his shirt, three neat rolls on each sleeve. He did it in that controlled way of moving he had, unhurried, very precise. The low lights created heavy shadows on his features and in the vertical creases on his shirt. Behind him, through the huge windows, New York twinkled and seemed to create a glow for him to bask in. Halo-like—but she now knew that he was no angel.Imogen shifted on her heels. Her feet were aching a little. The flesh between her legs was aching a lot.“Please, allow me,” Kane said. He dropped to one knee.“Kane?” He took her left foot in his hand. “Your feet are starting to complain, I’m sure. These boots are new.”“Er, yes.” Imogen rested her hand on his shoulder, absorbing the hardness of his body beneath the material of his shirt. “A bit.”Very gently, Kane wriggled the shoe section of the boot then slowly, oh so slowly, slid it off, revealing her leg. Once that boot was set aside, he repeated the process with the other one.He stood, uncurling his spine and smoothing the material at his groin.Imogen watched him straighten. He was once again taller than her and she felt small in her bare feet next to him.“I’m sure the senior partners at Coutts would have a fit to see one of their most valued clients on his knees removing my boots,” she said.“Coutts’ senior partners are a million miles away,” Kane said. He reached behind his neck and undid his bow tie. It slid from beneath the collar and he tossed it aside so it landed next to his jacket.“Yes, I suppose they are.”“Everyone and everything is a million miles away.” He spoke in a low, husky whisper. “There’s only us, Imogen. Nothing else exists at this moment in time.”“I like that thought.” She pulled in a deep breath. The dress suddenly felt tight and restrictive. “I like it a lot.”“It’s that blankness many subs strive for,” he said, glancing at her breasts as they pushed forward with her breaths, the lace of the corset straining. “They enjoy letting go of all responsibility, and only the physical existing. Real life worries fade away. It’s a break from normality and the daily grind. It’s a place that calls to them.”Imogen remembered the willing surrender of the women at the club, at the total lack of control and the awe-inspiring trust they had in the men playing their bodies like fine instruments. “I think I can understand that now.” She reached for her collar. Standing so close to Kane with him looking at her with such intensity was making her hot, as was thinking of the club. She had the urge to fidget though didn’t dare risk breaking the spell.“Please,” he said. “Leave that on. For a little while longer.”“The collar?”“Yes.”“Okay.” She took hold of the top bow that held the front of her outfit together. He wanted the collar on but would he object to her removing the dress? She didn’t think so but she couldn’t be sure—predictability didn’t go on Kane Ward’s résumé.But she’d take the chance. For the sake of her sanity, she’d offer him what she thought he wanted, hoped he needed. Even if it meant her ass cheeks got a beating—which didn’t sound like a wholly unpleasant option, even if it was a bit scary.She tugged and the ribbon slid free.Kane shut his eyes. His lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.For a few seconds she thought he would stay that way but then he opened his eyes and stared straight at her. He tipped his chin upward. His expression was stern.Her heart rate skittered, but Imogen continued to pull the lace, threading it through the eyelets. The dress relaxed around her breasts, and air washed over her cleavage as it was revealed.“Imogen,” Kane said breathily, with a slight frown marring his brow.“What?” she asked. Damn, was she reading this all wrong? Well, it was too late now, the dress was coming off. Another few tugs and the straps would slip down her arms and it would pool at the floor around her feet.“I want you,” he said hoarsely.He did. Thank God.“And I want you.” She paused. “And if you need to bend me over, tie me up, hit my backside to get off then I’m willing to try it.” She would, right now, for him. If it was what he needed.He reached for her face, his fingers gentle on her cheeks. “Baby,” he whispered, his lips hovering over hers. “I have my kinks, no doubt about that, but not tonight. Not this first time with you.”She held onto his forearms.He was tense, the muscles and tendons taut and sinewy.“But I thought—” she started.“You thought wrong.” He touched his mouth to hers. It was a gentle, respectful kiss, no tongues, just lips pressing together. He pulled back a fraction and stared into her eyes.“I did.” She curled her toes on the carpet and was aware of the dress slipping until the straps caught halfway down her upper arms. “I thought wrong?”“Yes. Because sometimes…” He glanced downward, at her breasts partly exposed now by the gape in her outfit.“Because what?”“Because sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.” He slid his touch from her face to her shoulders then to her arms. “Sometimes vanilla is the only flavor that will do, Imogen.”“Vanilla?”“No spanking, no bondage. Just us.”She let out a breath she hadn’t known had trapped itself in her throat. “Okay.” She could handle that. Maybe it would be for the best. This time at least.She released his arms and allowed the straps to fall. The entire dress landed on the floor. She kicked it aside, aware of her naked breasts swaying as she moved.He rubbed the tip of his finger over his left eyebrow and stared down at her. He pressed his teeth into his bottom lip.Imogen forced herself still. All the times she’d fantasized about Kane she’d never envisioned this moment. Wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black knickers in a top-class suite in New York hadn’t entered her imagination. Nor had the thought that he’d be into bondage and floggers.Yet now it couldn’t be more perfect.“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Even more so than I thought possible.”Her nipples were tight, hard peaks and the tiny hairs on her arms prickled. A warmth went through her at his words—he thought she was beautiful.“Turn around,” he said.She did as he’d asked. Her line of sight settled on a huge bunch of lilac and cream flowers on a dresser.“So perfect,” he said quietly. “Your skin. It’s flawless.” He cupped her buttocks. His hands were big and hot and his fingertips sank into the lower curve.He came closer, his chest touching her back as he drifted his hands over the waistband of her knickers. “Give me strength,” he murmured against the angle of her neck.“For what?” she asked, reaching up and resting her hand on his stubbled cheek.“To not take you to the edge tonight.”“Do whatever you want to me, Kane.” Had she really just said that? To a Master from Sub Space. Was she insane?“I think you should retract that offer immediately.” He kissed her neck then gave it a sharp bite.“Ow.” She jumped within his arms.“Shh, just be careful what you say to me. I’m a mere mortal after all.”She wriggled a little within his hold and his erection strained at the top rise of her buttocks. “But maybe I could handle it.”“Maybe you could, maybe you couldn’t. But tonight is not about that, it’s about us.” He kissed down her neck and slipped his caress up her stomach to her breasts. He held their weighty underside and flicked his thumbs over her nipples. “This has been too long a wait.”Imogen groaned and pressed her palms over his knuckles. She’d been on the edge for what felt like hours and now she needed more, so much more. “I agree, it’s been a long day.”“I’m not talking about today.” He kissed up her neck, to the shell of her ear.“You’re not?”“No, I’ve been waiting for this for months. Waiting to get my hands on you, touch you, learn everything about you.”She shut her eyes and let those words settle. Damn, it was exactly how she felt too. “Kane.”“Yes?”“Fuck me.”He chuckled and grazed his teeth over her ear lobe. “I always knew there was a bad girl in there.”“Yes, well, I think you’ve tempted her out to play.” Her voice was breathy.Suddenly he spun her to face him.She gasped. Her chest mashed against his shirt and his cock strained at her belly as he pulled her close.“Be careful, baby, you’re playing with a Dom.” He rammed his mouth down on hers. His tongue probed between her lips, and as he slanted his head to get a better angle it went deeper, sweeping into her mouth.Imogen clung to his shoulders and gave as good as she got. She’d been waiting so long for this kiss. This hot, hard, desperate kiss with Kane. The man of her fantasies, the man who was now holding her as if he would never let go.He stooped and cupped her ass.Imogen was lifted into the air. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms about his neck. She clung to him. Their kiss didn’t break as he strode toward her bedroom.The thin strip of material covering her pussy was damp and pressing onto Kane’s clothing. She wanted him naked. So many times she’d imagined his bare torso, and now here she was with barely a stitch on and he was fully dressed. She reached for the top fastened button on his shirt and one handedly undid it. Time to rectify the situation.He kept on walking as she undid the next and the next. Once in the bedroom, he tipped her onto the bed. He hovered over her, trapped by her legs still curled about his waist. She pulled at the material on his shirt and yanked it from the waistband of his trousers. With another tug she had it up his back and sliding over his head.Finally she had a chance to admire Kane’s body. Even though the room was in semi-darkness, she could see that his skin was tanned and his pecs and abs defined. He had a good coating of body hair, which she’d expect as he was so dark and his facial stubble so thick. What she hadn’t expected were three small tattoos just below his right collarbone—small stars, like the ones on his jacket at the club.She slid her hands over him, caught his nipples beneath her fingers then smoothed round to his shoulders.He released a small moan. “Imogen.”“Mmm?”“While I still have some rational thought in my head, I should ask…” He paused and looked down at her breasts.“What?”“Should I? Do I need to wear a condom?” He glanced back up at her face. “I’m clean.”It hadn’t been what she’d been expecting him to ask. She let her legs slip from the tight grip she had on his waist. “I er…no. I had full check a few months ago.”“And…” He pressed his groin against her pussy and the hard length of his cock rubbed over her panties. “Are we in danger of making any little Kane and Imogens?” His lips twitched, as if he were holding in a smile.She caught her breath. “No, no that’s covered. Pill.” But damn, the thought of having his babies…“In that case, we should get this show on the road.”“Yes, take the bull by the horns,” she added.“Excellent analogy.” He dropped his head and kissed her. As he did so, he maneuvered them both up the bed until her head was on the pillow.Imogen ran her hands over his buttocks, touching him through his trousers. Damn, why was he still wearing clothes? “Take these off,” she said. “Now.”“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said, ducking and taking her right nipple into his mouth. He massaged her other breast, tweaking and teasing, scooping the flesh into his palmImogen shut her eyes and ran her hands over his hair. So many times she’d dreamed of touching him, having him touch her, and now it was happening. He spread his kisses downward, over her navel and to her lower abdomen, his hands spanning her waist, his thumbs stroking her skin.She fisted the sheet and watched as he kissed her mound over her panties. He lingered and breathed deep, as though taking in her aroused scent.“Kane…”“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, slipping his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. “Or how difficult this is for me.”“What do you mean?”“Fuck. I just want to fuck. Take you to places you haven’t been before.”“So do it. Take me.”He shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head. “Give me strength.” He pulled at her knickers exposing her thin strip of pubic hair and her pussy.He moved quickly and efficiently, tugged them over her feet then stood from the bed.He loomed large through the shadows. He was breathing fast, his wide shoulders shifting up and down. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, slowly drawing the leather through the loops.She swallowed and watched it slide free.He twisted the buckle end around his fist, twice.Imogen stared at the leather held tight in his hand and the dangling strip that hung down past his knee. Damn, that looked like a pretty good flogging implement.Is that what he’s going to do?She clenched her buttocks. Butterflies of nerves alighted in her stomach. He’d said vanilla—had he changed his mind? Was he going to make her ass red and sore then fuck her?He was staring at her, just staring at her.She felt sacrificial, vulnerable…she felt like his.“Damn it,” he muttered, dropping the belt suddenly. He undid his fly and his trousers loosened. He pushed them off then slipped his black boxer briefs down his legs.Imogen wished the lights in the room were on, that she had more than just the glow from the New York skyline. She wanted to see him, all of him.He stepped to the side of the bed, and she saw his cock in silhouette, jutting up and out from a mass of groin hair.Fuck, the guy was big, but again, she’d expected that.As if guessing her thoughts about light, he flicked on the side lamp. A warm radiance filled the room.“I need to see you,” he said, climbing onto the bed next to her. “Every bit of you.”Imogen nodded and reached for him. She dragged his warm body close and breathed in the scent of his skin.He kissed her, his cock nudging against her hip as he stroked her upper body. “I need to know,” he murmured, “what you liked and didn’t like at the club.”“Is this business talk?” She pulled back and traced her finger over his jawline. “You want to know if I liked the color of the walls?”“No,” he growled. “I want to know what turned you on. Made you wet…” His caress traveled to her pussy. “Here.” He dipped his finger between her lips and pressed her clit, just lightly.“Mmm…” Imogen said, “that turns me on.”“I mean the spanking you saw. How did that make you feel?” he spoke onto her cheek then kissed up to her temple.“Hot, sexy, I…liked it.”He eased through her pussy and found her entrance.Imogen spread her legs wider, wanting to feel him there, needing penetration. “Oh…” she said on a sigh. “Yes…more…”“Talk and I’ll give you more.”Talk, yes, she could do that. “I liked watching the flogging, the woman on the bench, that turned me on. Seeing her strapped down, fucked like that.”“At the club you said but. I asked if you’d like to be that woman and you said yes but…” He smoothed around her pussy, teasing by not going near her clit or inside her.“But.” Fuck, she struggled to remember now. Kane touching her was pretty distracting. She shifted her hips, hoping for more.“What was the but…?” he asked against her ear. “Tell me, but what?”Ah, now she recalled the words that had been in her head. “But, but I wanted it to be you, Kane, not Master Zen behind me, flogging me, fucking me. I would only do that with you.”“Oh, perfect answer.” He pushed into her—two long, firm fingers.Imogen moaned and clenched her internal muscles around the invasion.“Jesus, you’re so hot and tight,” he said, propping onto his elbow and looking down at her.“And you’ve got me ready to beg for it,” she managed, reaching for his cock. It was time to get serious.“Ah, ah, ah…” He shifted away and gave a devilish grin. “Not yet, you must tell me more.”“About what?” She pouted.“The club.” He withdrew from her pussy then pushed back in, a slow finger fuck.Imogen gripped his forearm and felt his muscles tense beneath the skin as he moved. Damn, the guy was hot, a tease for sure, but really hot.“Tell me about the cross,” he said. “Would you like to be tied to that with me paddling your sexy ass until it’s red and sore?”“Yes. Yes, I’d try it.” Just the thought sent more moisture to her pussy.The heel of his hand connected with her clit and produced the dense pressure she’d been craving.She moaned and clutched him tighter.“And the butt plug?” he said, “Have you ever tried one?”“No…never.”He set up a steady rhythm, in and out of her pussy, riding over her clit. An orgasm was buried deep, but his ministrations were tempting it to the surface. She groaned and squirmed; the soft, moist sounds of him easing into her dampness turned her on all the more.“So you’re an anal virgin?” he whispered.“Er, yes, I suppose so.” She’d never really thought about anal sex. Never been with anyone who’d suggested trying it.“How delicious,” he whispered. “To have all that pleasure to come.”“I—” “What about bondage?” he asked, upping the pace of his hand.“Oh, God.” Imogen tensed her thighs and closed her eyes. He was getting it just right, mounting up the pressure.“Imogen,” he said sternly. “Bondage. You ever been tied up?”“Er no, I mean, yes, once, with a scarf, messing about…not like that…” She paused. An orgasm was approaching.“Not like what?”“So seriously, ropes, benches… ah…fuck, I’m going to…”“You’ve never been strapped down with ropes and handcuffs.”“No, no… I, God, please, I’m coming…”“Yes, you may come, come now.” He ratcheted it up a level, fingering her G-spot and rubbing her clit. “Come, baby. I need to see you come.”“I’m coming now.” She opened her eyes and stared up at him.He was looking at her with wild intensity, his shoulder shifting as he pumped his fingers into her hard and fast.Her abdomen tensed and she curled forward, pressing onto him. She gasped as release overtook her. She dug her fingernails into his forearm as pleasure shot from her pussy. Her skin tingled, her cunt spasmed. Still he kept on dragging out her bliss.“So fucking beautiful,” he said, “I knew you would be.”“Oh… Kane…” She pushed at his hand—it was so much, too much. “That’s it, please. I need to catch…my breath.”He slipped his hand from her and she flopped backward and drew her legs together. Aftershocks rippled through her pussy and she moaned with each one.He caught her face in his damp hand and kissed her, his stubble catching on her chin.After a moment she pulled back. “You play dirty,” she said, smiling.“What? Me?” He tweaked her right nipple and drew it to a point.“Yes you, Mr Ward.”He smiled. “I just have ways and means of getting what I want.”“And you wanted to find out about my sexual experience to date.”“I’ve only just scratched the surface of what I want to find out about you, and only just started on the experiences I want to give you.” He leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. He bit gently then tugged, pulling it to a long, stretched point.Imogen let out a juddering sigh; the discomfort held dark pleasure. She wanted him to stop but wanted more.Kane released her nipple then applied the same treatment to the other one.Again she tensed at the pain, but then relaxed into it, let it spread over her breast.He stopped and a slow smile tugged his lips wide. “It’s time to fuck,” he said.“Yes.” Her heart was beating wildly—she was desperate to feel him inside her.She reached for him as he slid over her, his body weight pressing into her slightly. He was all she could see, smell, feel. Had she ever been so overtaken by a man before?His cock nudged up against her entrance and she spread her legs wider.“I want you to come again,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “I want to feel you come around my dick.”“Yes, Kane, please…” She wriggled a little, pushing herself onto his smooth cockhead.He groaned and curled his hips under—entered her an inch.She gasped. Fuck, he was wide and it had been a while.He took her some more, kissed her at the same time, his tongue probing the way his cock was.Imogen shut her eyes and became lost in him. She allowed her pussy to relax as he slipped through her wetness, stretching her and filling her.“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he murmured when he hit full depth. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to be buried balls deep in you.” He paused and smoothed her hair from her forehead. “When I’ve seen you in meetings in those tight skirts, hair all neat, fuck, I’ve just wanted to mess you up, make you dirty, make you and your cunt mine.”His uncharacteristically crass words turned her on even more.He pulled out then eased back in, covering her clit in hard pressure. “Mmm…” he said on an outward breath, his eyes closing for a moment. “Fucking yeah…”Imogen wrapped her legs around his waist again, tipped her hips to meet him and felt his cock drive even deeper—the tip pressing on her cervix and creating a deep, dense sensation. She didn’t usually come more than once when having sex but she was pretty sure it was about to happen. She felt so alive, so at one with him. His desire was electric and his body everything hers needed.She had a sudden urge to see him, be on top. She shoved at his shoulder and twisted her body.He fell to the side, a look of surprise on his face, as she went with him, taking the lead.Without dislodging him from her pussy, Imogen sat astride his hips, with her back straight and breasts jutting forward.He reached for her nipples, rolled them between his fingers and gave a low chuckle. “You’ve a lot to learn, little lady.”“I’m sure I have.” She wasn’t too sure what he was referring to but at that moment all she could think of was how deep his cock was. This new angle had seemingly lodged him higher still, and the sensation tightened her throat and made her skin prickle. She wanted to come again.She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit onto him. She did it again, and again, picking up speed.He was staring up at her, his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted.“Oh, fuck, I’m going to…” she said, tipping her head to the ceiling and shutting her eyes. She flailed her arms as the pressure built.He caught her hands and linked their fingers. “Yes, come again, let it take you.”She gripped him, holding on as she picked up the pace, racing for a climax that she had complete control over. She held her breath; it was there, one more…“Ah…yeah…” she said, bliss spilling over her body and pounding through her pussy.Suddenly she was in his arms—he’d sat forward and encased her. He shoved his hips upward and buried his face in her neck.He grunted and dragged her down onto his cock, several hard connections that pushed air from her lungs. “That’s it…” he said breathlessly, cradling the back of her head and forcing her to look at him. “That’s…fucking…it.” He jerked his hips again, pulled back his lips and wrinkled his nose.More orgasmic spasms tugged at her pelvis as she was aware of him coming inside her. She kissed him, hard, rode through the ecstasy with him. He was hot, his breaths fast, and his biceps held her pincer-like in his embrace.In one swift move she was beneath him again.He thrust into her, a tremor besieging him.“That was…worth the wait,” she said, kissing over his cheek.He drifted his caress down her waist to her thigh, hooked his hand beneath it and pulled her leg up. “Every bit of you has been worth waiting for.”“I’m glad you think so.”“I do.” He withdrew then pushed back in, sliding through the wetness.Imogen moaned; she wanted it again. More. Not that she wasn’t satisfied, she was, she just wasn’t sure if she’d ever get enough of Kane Ward. A tremble traveled over her body. He was so edgy and they’d only just started. Where would this journey take her with this man who was both commanding and demanding? One thing she was sure of, he’d take her to places she hadn’t been before, and that knowledge was both thrilling and frightening. 


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Blurb:
As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.
One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.
Has Cupid finally met his match?
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Excerpt:Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.


Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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My story in Brit Boys: With Toys is called Mile High Kink Club and features a sexy new couple, Rhodri and Darius. They've both got kinks, secrets and a desire that matches perfectly with each other.


He caught the waiter’s attention and signalled for the bill. “Finish your wine.”“Yes.”“Yes, Sir.” Rhodri frowned at him.“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir.” A rise of colour shone from Darius’ cheeks and excitement shone from his eyes.“Anything you don’t like, you safeword.” The red wine and the way the candle reflected in the glass caught Rhodri’s attention. “Malbec, that’s your safe word.”“Malbec. Okay.” Again Darius fidgeted on the seat.A small silver plate was put on the table. It held a folded piece of paper. “Is everything okay with the meal?” The waiter asked, a frown marring his brow.“Yes, our compliments to the chef.” Rhodri pulled out his wallet. “But we’ve remembered there’s somewhere we need to be.” He checked the bill then added several notes to the plate.“Very good.” The waiter nodded. “We hope to see you again.” He stepped away.“Here, let me pay for the meal.” Darius produced a brown leather wallet.“Absolutely not.”“But—”“I insist. My treat.” Rhodri stood.“Halves then.”“No way.” Rhodri straightened his blazer and hoped his erection wasn’t too obvious pushing at his trousers. Who was he kidding? It was an impressive bulge and plain for anyone who looked to see.And Darius was looking right at it. “Come on,” Rhodri said. “We’re going.”“Where?” Darius paused. “I mean, where are we going, Sir?”Rhodri smiled. “You’ll see.”Darius pulled on a leather jacket, then Rhodri reached for him. He had no qualms about walking through the restaurant hand in hand. He was proud of his sexuality. He didn’t keep it hidden at home so why should he here? Besides, he was big enough to shut most people up with a stare should they decide to take offence.Luckily Darius didn’t seem to mind holding hands either and pressed up close behind him as they weaved around the tables.The feel of Darius’ small palm and delicate fingers turned Rhodri on all the more. Fuck. He was like a perfect china doll, all smooth skin, long limbs and eager cock.He opened the door and stepped out into the cold night, his breath plumed around him. It was becoming difficult to stand up straight his dick was so hard. He glanced about. There were a few restaurants and a bar on the square but he knew straight ahead, in the direction he’d come from, there was just the place. “This way.”“I have a house—”“No time.”Darius giggled as he jogged slightly to keep up with Rhodri’s large strides. “That desperate, huh?”“Yeah, and it’s not a laughing matter.”“Sorry, Sir.”“You should be. It’s all your fault.”“How come?” He pouted.Rhodri held in a groan. God, his sexy mouth all offended and pouty, it was nearly his undoing. “It’s your fault for being so damn gorgeous.”“You think I’m gorgeous?”“Yeah, now this way.” He steered them down a darker street lined with parked cars.“Some people have called me weedy in the past,” Darius said. There was a slight shake in his voice, a vulnerability too.“Some people don’t recognise beauty when they see it.”Darius stopped suddenly, their hands still locked together.Rhodri drew to a halt and turned to him.“You think I’m beautiful?”Rhodri smiled. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?”Darius shook his head.Rhodri could resist no longer. He cupped Darius’ cheeks in his hands, slanted his head and kissed him.Darius moaned softly and clung to his forearms.The kiss deepened. Darius tasted of wine and a delicate fresh, open sea flavour that Rhodri could imagine getting addicted to. His tongue was soft and slick as it swept over his. Rhodri thought of it on his cock, hugging his shaft, tugging gently and taking him deep and deeper still.“Oh sweet Jesus, give me strength,” Rhodri said, breaking the kiss.“I think you have strength.” Through Rhodri’s blazer Darius squeezed his biceps.Smiling, Rhodri ran his hands down Darius’ arms then up to his shoulders again. He adored the sense of fragility Darius’ body projected. It was something to be adored, treasured, worshipped and pleased.Rhodri slid his palms over Darius’ chest then down to his belly. He was super slim and his abdomen tight with muscle. He slipped lower and cupped his palm over his cock.“Mmm…” Darius said. “Yes, touch me.”“Do you touch yourself?”“Yes, of course.”“What would you do if I ordered you not to?”His eyes widened slightly, then, “I’d obey.”“Good.” He stroked to the tip of his shaft, feeling his cockhead through his trousers. “But we can’t do anything here. Come on, this way.”“Where—?”“Not far now.” They stared walking again, then, after a few minutes, Rhodri saw what he was searching for. It was a small alley doused in darkness and appeared to lead to a couple of garages. There was a wheelie bin at the end and a bike with a missing wheel.“Down here.” He pulled Darius along with him.“But…?”“This will have to do.” He stopped and rested his back on a brick wall. He’d no doubt get grit and dust on his blazer, but he didn’t care.“It’s dark,” Darius said, stopping in front of him.Rhodri ran his hand over Darius’ hair and stroked his cheek. He could only just make him out in the dim light. “That’s the idea. I don’t want us to be seen.”“And why is that, Sir?” Darius’ voice had softened, as though he’d cottoned on to what was about to happen.“Why do you think?”“I need you to tell me, Sir. I need you to tell me why we’re here and what you want me to do.”Oh, his pretty little sub voice went straight to Rhodri’s balls. “We’re here because it was obvious in that fancy restaurant that we had to find relief, fast. And this, my sweet sub, is the best your new Master can come up with right now.”“If you’re happy I’m happy.”Rhodri smiled. “I need one more thing, though.” He let his hands fall to his sides. This was the moment of truth. Would Darius be as good as he suspected? Could he walk the walk as well as talk the talk?“What do you need?”“I need you to get down on your knees, take out my cock and suck it. Suck it until I come down your throat, suck it until I tell you to stop.” Rhodri’s heart beat faster with each uttered word. His dick was damn painful now it was so hard.“Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.”Rhodri clenched his fists as Darius dropped to his knees. He hoped there wouldn’t be anything horrid on the floor, but it was only a fleeting thought because then he was aware of Darius’ hands on his belt buckle, freeing it and letting it hang open.“That’s it,” he said, smoothing over his hair. God, he was doing it. This was perfect. So far so good. “Now take me out.”Darius was already performing his instructed task. He pulled down the zip on Rhodri’s trousers then tugged them until they sat around his thighs.Rhodri tensed his stomach muscles and locked his knees. He wished the lighting was better so he could see Darius knelt before him but this would have to do for now.Darius curled his fingers around the waistband on Rhodri’s boxers, tugged them outwards and eased the elastic over his jutting cock.“Ah yeah,” Rhodri said, “that’s it, push them down.” The relief of being free of clothing dragged a sigh from his chest.The sigh ended on a sharp intake of breath as Darius wrapped his slim fingers around his shaft. There was confidence and strength in his grip. Rhodri took that as a promising sign that he’d give good head.He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Darius swept his tongue over the tip of his cock then suckled his glans into his mouth.“Fuck…” Rhodri said, clamping both hands over Darius’ ears. “Your pretty mouth on me, feels so…”Darius slipped his lips further down his shaft.Rhodri was aware of the heat of his tongue, the ridges in his palate, the faint scrape of teeth. He gripped Darius’ head tighter, forced his back harder against the wall. He always found getting blown while standing up hard work, he wanted to relax into it but that wasn’t going to be the case here.Still Darius took him, deeper and deeper.Rhodri gritted his teeth and tipped his head to the night sky. He could just make out the moon with slippery gunmetal grey clouds rushing over it. “Ah yeah, take me to heaven,” he managed.Darius set up a fast pumping action. It was the exact tempo Rhodri would have demanded by guiding Darius’ head, but he didn’t need to. It was just right, exactly what he wanted, needed, it was going to make him come…“I’m going to…” Damn, it was so fast. His stamina had run into the sunset without a backwards glance. “It’s nearly here, play…with my…balls.”Instantly Darius got busy with his hands, rolling Rhodri’s testicles in his palm.Rhodri groaned. It was deep and guttural, completely uninhibited and rattled around the walls of the alley.“Take it, take it all…don’t you dare…fucking stop.” He swung his hips forward, forging even further into Darius’ mouth. Then it was there, an overspill of bliss, a burst of ecstasy. It shot through his shaft and into his new sub’s throat.“Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah…” He stilled, shut his eyes and allowed the power of his release to hold his body hostage for a few sweeter than sweet seconds. “Oh God, you can take it. Take it…” He gasped for breath.He was still lodged so deep inside Darius, his cock pulsing against his tongue, which hugged him like a soft duvet. It was a wonderful sensation to be left with as his climax abated.Releasing Darius’ head, he silently gave permission for him to withdraw and catch his breath. “You’re fucking talented at that.”Darius stood. In the weak light Rhodri could see his lips were slightly swollen and shiny.Darius drew the back of his hand over his mouth. “Did I please you, Sir?”“You know damn well you did.” Rhodri reached for him. He kissed him hard, tasting the salty flavour of his own cum and slicking his tongue over Darius’. He felt as though he was arriving home, that he’d been on a long journey, searching, waiting, hoping, and now he’d found someone who so far seemed so in tune with him he’d have paid Gay Hook Ups twice the fee.Darius pulled back, breathless. “Now what would you like me to do?”“I’d like you to agree to a second date, that’s what.”Darius was quiet for a moment, then, “Yes, as long as you’ll allow me to organise it, Sir.”“Does it mean we’ll be doing something you want to do?”“Yes.”“In that case that’s fine by me.” He kissed him again. Would he ever get enough?



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Heroines Who Break The Rules

I'm chatting about heroines who live on the edge and take risks for love over on the Brit Babes blog. I hope you can stop by...

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. Here's a few from The Glass Knot which is on special offer this week at only 99c/99p.

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What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man? 
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her. 
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally. 
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most. 


I slammed the door and leaned back against it, catching my breath. I blinked away rain drops and looked at him as a blinding flash of lightning seared through the bay window. His outline flickered, his face coming twice, three times into brilliant, bright definition. “It’s horrid out there.” I put the bag on the floor, being careful to place it on the hessian mat and not on the wooden flooring. “I should have a towel before I drip everywhere.”There was not a dry square inch on my whole body. My t-shirt had become see- through, my thin lace bra outlined in detail, and my nipples, much to my embarrassment, could be clearly made out.I shivered as trickles of water ran from the hem of my short skirt onto my knees and down my shins. Pulled my wet hair from where it had stuck to my cheeks, and looked at Nick again.He was staring at me, lips parted, brows low, eyes ablaze.A huge crack of thunder roared around us.Suddenly I didn’t feel so chilled anymore. There was something wild about his expression that was making me as hot as hell. My heart skipped, like a stone over a pond, tripping and fast.His keys landed on the hard floor with a noisy clatter.“Nick?”Silence.“Nick, what is it?”Silence.“Nick, you’re scaring me.”“Not half as fucking much as I’m scaring myself.” His sizzling gaze roamed my body, from my head right down to my toes. The hairs on my arms rose, goosebumps attacked me, my nipples jutted out even farther.“What…what do you mean?” I asked.“I need to try something.”Between one gasping breath and the next he was in front of me. His nostrils flared and his teeth gritted as he harnessed my wrists and pinned them to the door on either side of my head.“Nick, I…what…?”He dropped his head to mine, his lips just a hair’s-breadth away. I could see flecks of amber at the base of his irises, like whiskey glinting through crystal. “Keep still,” he snapped.I sucked in a sharp breath, breathed in his darkly spiced scent.“Don’t move,” he murmured, a twitch tugging at his cheek.His lips touched mine, just, gently at first, but within a few seconds urgency overspilled.“Nick,” I gasped, thoughts, emotions and desire spinning inside me. “What—?”“Ah, you feel and taste amazing. I knew you would. I want you, Laura. I want to hear you come again. I want to feel your pussy around my dick and your little body in my arms. I want to have what Josh has with you. I want you to be mine too.”Oh my God.I didn’t get a chance to respond, because he was kissing me again, hard and desperate. His tongue delving deep and his stubble raking over my chin. I was glad to be pinned to the door, because his frenetic determination to kiss and get close to me had my knees watery and weak and my stomach doing wild somersaults. I never thought Nick would want me. But it seemed he did.I kissed him back, showing him with my mouth and my tongue how much I approved of his advances. I wanted him too. Desperately.Oh, my God, what are we doing?I struggled and twisted from his kiss. “Nick, we can’t, what about Josh?” How could I do this again, come between them? I was such a selfish cow.“It’s okay, it will be okay,” he said breathlessly, his body pressing into mine and holding me secure.“But we can’t go behind his back, we can’t do this and—”“Shh.” His lips were hovering over mine. “Josh will understand, in fact he’ll be thrilled if we get it together.” He kissed me again.“Nick,” I mumbled into his mouth. “I—”“And it’s not behind his back, we’ll tell him the minute he gets in. Josh will be cool with it, like I said before, I know him better than he knows himself.”“Are you sure?” I searched his eyes, desperate to see the truth in what he was saying.“Yes, Josh will understand, perfectly, Laura, things are different now, trust me.”I swallowed tightly and tried to keep sight of rational thought through my foggy haze of lust.“Laura, do you want me?” Nick’s voice was tense, fraught.“Yes, oh, yes, but I don’t know how when I want Josh too.” I shook my head, confusion spinning in my brain. “But yes, Nick, yes, I care about you so much and I want you too.”The twitching muscle in his cheek was hammering along at an alarming pace. “And you understand me?” he asked through gritted teeth.“Yes, I do, I really understand you, what you want and what you need.”“So what the hell are we waiting for?”“But, Josh—?”“This will make Josh’s fucking day. I promise.”Okay, I’m persuaded.It was me who kissed Nick this time, my need and want billowing up my body and pouring out through my lips.He groaned, captured my wrists in one hand and hoisted them way above my head. With his other, he palmed my breasts.I arched my back, always wanting more on my breasts. The sensation of wet material and firm big hands was exquisitely rough and I gave into my greed.His kisses traveled across my damp cheek and down my dripping neck. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this again for a woman,” he gasped. “But I can’t help myself with you.”“Nick, oh, God, please…”He grabbed the base of my skirt and yanked the small scrap of material upward, over my hips. There was tightness around my buttocks and a ripping sound. My thong being swiftly removed.Finally he released my wrists, but only so he could tear open his fly.I grabbed his shoulders, unable to bear a moment of no connection. His hard muscles were tight and moving frantically.“Ah, sweet baby,” he said, slamming my body into the door with his own. “I need to get inside you.” In one swift move he lifted me up so we were face level.I wrapped my legs around his waist. My wet clothes stuck to his now damp ones, but I barely registered the cold anymore. His plump cock was nudging at my entrance. His hard, wide head prodding forward. Getting him inside me was all that mattered.A strobe of lightning filled the now dark hallway, thunder bellowed alongside it. He tunneled right to the hilt on the first thrust, his cock long and rigid. Our cries mingled with the thunder shaking the cottage.“Ah, yeah, that’s amazing,” he ground out. “Ah, fuck, Laura. Is this what you want?”I locked my feet in the small of his back, cupped his sharply stubbled cheeks in my palms. “Yes, I want you to be part of me too,” I panted onto his lips. “So fuck me, Nick, make me come again.”It was as though something in him snapped. If he’d been wild before, now he was positively animalistic. He shunted in, pulled out, forged back in harder. I hung on for the wild ride, my back pressed against the door and my thighs clinging to his waist. His thrusts were too jarring for us to kiss. It was all about satisfaction, increasing the speed, the friction, the pressure building in our bodies.I shouted out, loud and abandoned to let him know how fabulous he was making me feel.His hair-covered pubic bone ground up into my clit and his steel-hard cock bashed over my swollen G-spot. With alarming swiftness he delivered me a mind-blowing orgasm. “Ah, Nick, I’m coming, oh…oh, yes…” I found his mouth and tried to kiss him, but I had no control of my lips as a climax stormed through me. There was more lightning and thunder around us, above us, but what exploded in my body was so tremendous, so awe-inspiring, all I could do was sob out my release.“Oh…my…God…” He froze. After such frenzied thrusting, he suddenly stilled, pulled in a breath so deep his chest crushed me into the door. “Ah, ah, ah, ah…”As my pussy quivered around his cock warmth spread inside me. I sank my hips down as hard as I could, feeling the softness of his balls on my ass as I took every last inch of his pulsating cock.“Oh, Laura, Laura, Laura,” he gasped, kissing me again. “It has never been like that with a woman for me, never been so wild and desperate and my passion reciprocated like that, you’re stunning.”“You’re not so bad yourself.”He pulled out and gently lowered my feet to the floor.I felt dizzy, my pussy humming and twitching through the last shreds of my orgasm.He tucked his cock away and reached for my ripped thong. “Sorry, I’ll buy you more.”


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Lily Harlem's Christmas Newsletter #news #eroticromance #free #ebook #author

My Christmas Newsletter is out now!

Candy Canes and Coal Dust

Candy Canes and Coal Dust is my Christmas menage a quatre novella and it's just had a great industry review from The Jeep Diva.

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Bridget wakes up on the airplane after having a rather loud, rather embarrassing orgasm. Little does she know, this is only her first adventure on her Christmas holiday. Soon she runs into James, Sean and Colin who make it their mission to give Bridget exactly what she wants for Christmas.
This was the perfect book to curl up with in front of a fireplace. It was such a steamy, eye popping read. It was so surprisingly easy to connect with Bridget as a character that I found myself cheering her on. Encouraging her to take the leaps and meet the challenges. Ms Harlem weaved a fantastic web of fantasies, reality and self discovery.
Her ability to describe the characters and their surroundings made it amazingly easy to follow the scene without any confusion. The ménage a quatro is normally awkward and difficult to imagine. This was not the case.
This was my first Lily Harlem and I look forward to future reads.


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Bridget's always been a good girl hoping for the perfect Christmas present, but it's not until her dirty desires are exposed in a very public dream that she gets the ultimate dirty treat to rock her festive season.
A Finnish skiing holiday is the perfect winter wonderland for Bridget to escape her ex at Christmas time - beautifully decked trees, roaring log fires and plenty of mulled wine. What she doesn't count on, however, is a very erotic, very dirty dream on the plane from London to Levi - three perfect lovers all indulging her every whim and desire, how could she not moan and groan and beg for more?
But every dream must end, and as Bridget wakes, with toe curling embarrassment, she realises every passenger on the plane has heard her frantic orgasm...including the gorgeous Irish guy sitting to her left!
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Accelerated Passion

When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.

NEW - Accelerated Passion coming February 2016 from All Romance eBooks. M/F sport themed erotic romance.
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Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.
So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.
However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.


Want to meet Dean Cudditch before Accelerated Passion is released? Check out Breathe You In, he has a small cameo role in this USA Today Recommended Read!