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Decadence. Sinful pleasure. It’s all I want. Until I see her.

After taking over my family’s business, all I care about is the bottom line. Sure, we sell sugary, fat filled heart attack snacks by the trillions, but people love them. After all, that’s what life is about — pleasure.

All I want is a night of pure sin with no sticky entanglements, so I hire an escort. But Juliana isn’t who I think she is. And vice versa.

She’s not only my date, she’s my blonde, vegan, lethally sexy enemy.

Now, I need to keep my hands off her. Stop thinking about her. Stop wanting her. But I can’t.

Damn. How can a blind date go so wrong… and so deliciously right?

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Exclusive Sneak Peek: The Blind Date

“Damn, your body is incredible,” he said, molding them in his palms. “Your breasts are so fucking perfect. They drive me crazy.”

I sank my fingers into his hair, my nails scratching his scalp when he flicked his tongue over one of them, and I totally lost it. I threw my head back, and the act of breathing escaped me.

He licked, lightly at first, and then fastened his mouth over the hard point, sucking, making a circular motion with his tongue. I growled with more need. I didn’t realize that he’d rolled my dress down completely until it puddled around my ankles on the floor.

He wrapped his strong arms around me, cocooning me within his warm, perfect muscles. A sob escaped me when he sat back, his mouth leaving my body, but he drew me closer, drawing me onto his lap until I straddled him. His erection, hard and insistent, pressed through the V of my panties, straight into my core.

And he kissed me again. Harder. Deeper. Deeper than I thought possible. The stubble on his jaw was a welcome pain, rubbing my chin raw.

In the darkness, the only sounds that could be heard were that of kissing, wet and insistent, and breathing, hard and fast and tortured. I straddled him, thighs spread wide over him, his hands jammed under my ass, caressing it, thumb lightly rubbing its way up my slit.

“How many times do you want to come tonight?” he growled into my mouth.

I bit his bottom lip as I considered the question. What was a reasonable number? I had no clue. I remembered how my teachers used to respond in school whenever we asked something they didn’t know the answer to. They answered a question with a question. “How many times do you want me to?”

His pupils dilated, his eyelids heavy, he studied me for a second, before licking my lips and grinding his erection into me.

“You’re unbelievable, Jule. I’m glad I have you the whole night because I don’t know if I’m going to get enough of you, even then.”

He crushed his mouth onto me, and in a blink, I was on my back, taking his weight. His mouth sank into the skin on my neck, vampire-like, biting and tasting as he delivered nibbling kisses to the hollow of my throat. As his mouth worked, his hand stroked a circuitous route over my breasts, down my torso, over my abdomen. I arched into his touch, pushing my center up to him, wanting his hands there.

He sensed my desire, so in tune was he with what was going on in my head and my body. “What do you want?” he asked, his breath hot on my skin. “Put my hand where you want it, Jule.”

Jule. I loved how he said my name like that, so breathy and hard and raw, like he wanted me so bad. Like I was a precious jewel to him.

Heaving a breath, I took his hand and guided it under the thin strap of my thong so that he was cupping my sex, his fingers resting on the fine, curly hairs there. He stroked it gently, not invasively, just barely, as if cautiously asking for the invitation to proceed.

I sucked in a breath, knowing that once I gave him that invitation, all bets were off. I wasn’t sure I could trust myself not to lose all control and do something embarrassing.

I couldn’t help it. I wanted it too much. I spread my legs apart slightly, giving him the all clear.

He pressed his fingers deeper between my legs, stroking my mound as he kissed me. I ran my hands up his rock-hard chest, realizing the incongruity of it all. I was nearly naked, and he was still wearing most of his tuxedo. I touched his tie, wondering if I pulled on it, would that make it come loose? I didn’t have much experience with bow ties. I decided to take the chance. I yanked.

Nothing happened.

He chuckled. “If you want me naked, all you have to do is ask,” he said, lifting up onto his elbow and ripping the tie loose with one quick movement. He undid the first couple of buttons with one hand. “But I’m much more interested in what’s happening here.”

I arched into his touch when his hand found me again, his fingers sliding down my wet folds, his thumb brushing over my clit. A groan, low and raw, escaped me, growing louder as his mouth closed over a nipple just as a finger slipped into my body.

All the breath left me.

I fisted his dress shirt on his shoulders and sank my teeth into the starchy white cotton to suppress an animalistic shriek.

“You’re even more beautiful now,” he rasped, adding a second finger. “I hope every man you’ve ever let in here has told you that.”

Not quite.

He feasted on my nipples again, licking and sucking as my hands clutched at the bed’s comforter. I’d wanted to undress him, but now I arched and bucked to the feeling of him. His hand moved, the knuckles grazing my inner walls as he withdrew them slowly, only to thrust back, making me wail.

He was a musician, playing me as he would an instrument. And I surrendered to his skill. Kissing, nibbling, licking, and fucking me with his fingers. I moved in rhythm with him, unable to do anything but move like a puppet on his string.

He moved faster, harder, biting my breasts as his fingers pushed me toward a cliff I couldn’t see. I was building, racing, clawing… and then he was gone.

I cried out, my body feeling his sudden absence. But before I could totally crumble, he put on a show that captivated me and made me forget everything I’d known before. He was a god. Or at least the epitome of what a human form should be. And I worshipped him with my eyes as he unveiled himself inch by inch. He yanked his shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants, pushing them and his underwear to the floor.

And holy shit.

Time stopped.

His cock popped free, long and thick and pointing straight at me. The sight of it made my mouth water even though his size was more than a little intimidating.

Not that I had much to compare it to. What I did know was that he made Colton Something-or-other, football god and my biggest crush from high school, look like a newborn babe. Zachary the debonair bazillionaire had the biggest, hardest, longest monster of a cock I’d ever seen.

How was this not Leah’s type?

He swept a shock of his brown hair aside on his forehead, his nostrils flaring as he reached down and dragged a finger over my hip, hooking my thong. Very slowly, as if we had all the time in the world, he slipped the flimsy scrap of material over my hips, down my thighs before lifting one leg, then the other, removing it entirely. He tossed them… somewhere. Who really cared?

The intense way he was gazing at me, I didn’t think I’d ever care about anything else again.

He laid on his back and crooked a finger at me.

I sat up, sliding half of the way, dropping a knee on the other side of his hips. He scooped a hand around my waist and dragged me up onto his middle. I groaned, as the length of his cock pressed urgently against my sex. His eyes were pure fire as he swept them over my face, down to my breasts. He placed a hand on each of my hips. “Ready?”

I nodded. I think. Maybe.

He reached under his head, under the pillow, and produced a condom packet. Ever the prepared boy scout. Ripping it open with his teeth, he said, “Want to do the honors?”

I just blinked, unable to believe that I didn’t think of it myself. I’d been taught about safe sex from a very young age, and I knew to use protection. I said I’d never be one to get a disease or have an unplanned pregnancy. No, not me. That’d never happen to me. But here I was, caught in the throes of passion, all sane thought had completely drained away. “Um. You can.”

He rolled it on, easily, expertly. And it was unexpectedly sexy to watch his big hands touch himself so intimately. I never could’ve dreamed of doing it so well, since the last one I’d done was on a banana in Sex Ed class.

When he was fully sheathed, he caught my ass and lifted me up. As if I’d done this hundreds of times, I instinctively took his cock, lifting it until it nudged against my entrance.

He growled, his jaw set tight. “Slide onto me. Real slow. You’re small and tight. I don’t want to break you, baby.”

Right. This was no fucking banana, that was for sure. That thing could permanently wound me, rip me apart.

It didn’t matter. I wanted it too much. I’d happily accept the pain.

He applied just the smallest bit of pressure, but it was really just me, pushing onto him. His tip touched my folds, and I adjusted, finding the right angle and pressed down a bit more.

I gasped as my body opened for him, stretching impossibly wide.

It didn’t hurt.

No, feeling him pulsing beneath me, inside me, only made me more ravenous.

More. I needed more.

My eyes held his, clinging desperately, widening as I took him in, feeling myself stretch all the more. He was so long, hard, brimming with the pulse of life. Eyes fastened on mine, he gazed at me with awe as he brought his hands up my sides, to my breasts.

I moaned softly as I took the last of him in.

“Okay?” he asked and lifted a hand to my face, twisting a lock of my hair.

I nodded.

He groaned and sat up, twisting my hair at the nape and grabbing it in two vicious handfuls as he rocked into me. I was the one on top, but he was controlling this ride, pushing into me, setting the rhythm. I let him. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it damn right, striking a chord in me that had never been hit before. I felt it with every thrust. All I had to do was wrap my arms tight around this beautiful man and enjoy the ride.

And damn, did I enjoy it. The friction against my clit was spiraling out to my extremities, turning my entire body into a bundle of nerves. Every time he rocked his hips into me, it just brought me more and more pleasure. I felt myself growing wetter and wetter, my juices pouring out of me.

He dragged his hands down until they spanned my waist as he drilled into me, his eyes fastened on my breasts, watching them sway to the rhythm. A sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead as he guided me up and down, again and again, faster, faster, until the bed was shaking and the headboard pounding against the wall.

I ran my hand down his smooth chest. He had just a smattering of hair on his pectorals, and now, it was damp and dark with sweat. I let my mouth wander, hot and wet, over his skin, sucking and licking and thrashing on him as we moved more and more erratically. My teeth dug into his shoulder; maybe I drew blood. It didn’t matter. It was so hot, so wet, so good. Unlike anything I’d ever felt or even believed was possible.

And then it just built to the head. One moment, we were thrashing together, in tune, two hearts as one, fucking and biting and moving and growling, and the next moment, it shifted. We were compressing, then expanding. He shuddered, cock jerking inside me, our wet bodies fused together with sweat even as we were coming apart inside. I felt myself flying over that edge, soaring and releasing and spasming in deep, rolling waves.

Coming. I was coming again. Harder than last time, a thousand times harder.

Holy shit.

He’d asked me how many times I wanted to come that night. Right then, the answer was… a million. I wanted to feel that, again and again, and again.

“A million.” When he gave me a questioning look, I explained, “I want to do this a million times.”

He let out a groan that was partly a laugh, tensing as he held onto me, his head falling onto my shoulder. I was still coming, the waves subsiding, but my nipples were erect, and every pore on my body was screaming in glory. Then he rolled me over, murmuring words I couldn’t quite hear into my hair as he thrust a few more times for good measure, retriggering my orgasm…

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I like it fast. She likes it faster. Who will win this race?

As founder and CEO of UnCaged Fitness, I sponsor some of the hottest fitness properties around. Top female athletes and models beg for my attention. I’m rich. I’m ruthless. And when it comes to my business, I don’t play around.

Until Emma James and her beautiful curves comes to Daytona.

With dreams of winning the NASCAR Cup, Emma has one speed — fast. She’s hot, deadly behind the wheel, and she doesn’t take crap from anyone.

Especially me.

Which only makes me more determined to have her. If she doesn’t take me down first.

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SEXY Sneak Peek: The Race

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Lying with my head near the ground and the rest of my body up in the air, I looked at my knees, and they seemed so very far away. Gravity wouldn’t be helping me. He positioned my arms behind my ears.

“Okay, now. Lift. Don’t hunch forward. Fist’s width between your chin and your chest. Go ahead. Count them out. Twenty in each set.”

I grunted and strained upward, but only made it a couple inches. I made it another inch before pure, unadulterated pain set in. All I’d done all my life was crunches, so I should’ve been a pro at this. But this kind of contortion was damn near impossible. The human body was not meant to go this way.

I finally managed one before falling back down to the cushion. “One,” I croaked.

“Half of one,” he corrected. “Got to get up higher than that.”

“Damn you to hell,” I gasped, going up for the next one. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“I’m listening.”

I’ll tell you where I’m ticklish.”

He didn’t hesitate. He put out his hand, and we shook on it.

The next nine weren’t so hard. Once I got used to the blood rushing to my head, it wasn’t as terrible as I thought, and I did feel it deep in my abdominals.

“Good,” he said when I was done. He shifted the weight bench so that it was level again, and I sat up, straddling the bench, leaning forward to stretch out my core. No way in hell was I doing another exercise for the rest of the night. I grabbed a towel and began to swab off my forehead as he watched me intently.

I loved it. I loved seeing all his control flagging. I could’ve waited all day like this, just to see him sweat it out, the way he’d made me sweat.

Finally, he said, “And?”

“And what?”

His voice was calm, but there was tension in his features. “Our deal?”

“Oh, that.” I grinned up at him and batted my eyelashes. “Everywhere.”

He narrowed his eyes, disbelieving. “Really?”

“I’m serious. I don’t do so good with tickling.”

“Yeah?” He leaned forward, eyes roving over my body. I knew what that look was. He was going to test out that notion.

And I couldn’t wait.

“So, if I touched you on someplace like… here?” He reached out and touched the top of my hand.

No, it wasn’t ticklish. It was electric. I held in a breath, let it out slow. “Yes.”

His fingers walked lighter than a breeze up my forearm. “Here?”

I could’ve pulled away, told him to stop, but I didn’t want to. I felt heavy, like gravity was pressing me down harder than before. Pressing me toward him. “Yes,” I managed to breathe out, wiggling into his touch.

His fingers skirted my waist, and he gave it a little tweak. I burst out laughing, grabbed for his hand, but he was too quick. He took that wrist first, then the other, rendering me immobile. He dragged me up to standing, and as I stood there, with barely an inch between us, I felt the heat rushing off his body.

He stared down at me, his eyes dark with desire, hands holding me firm.

Then he lowered his mouth onto mine. There was no tentativeness. I got the feeling he never hesitated when he claimed what was his. No, he kissed me savagely from the first. I gasped against his mouth in surprise, but that didn’t stop him.

“You drive me crazy,” he said against my mouth as he walked me backward until a bench hit the back of my legs. “Crazy. Hard as I try, I can’t think of anything but you.”

I moved my hands to his face, pulling his mouth back down on mine. I knew exactly what he meant. I felt the same. A moment of sanity entered my mind and I pushed against his chest. “Are you sure?”

His nostrils flared as he shook his head. “I’m not sure about any of this. Emma.”

It was the first time he’d ever said my name. I leaned into it, loving the way the M sound vibrated on his lips, long and low and sexy.

I wasn’t sure about any of this, either, but at that point, I no longer cared.

Hands on my shoulders, he pressed me down until I sat on the bench before kneeling in front of me. I was surprised when he did nothing more. He just buried his face in my neck, not doing anything but breathing into my sweaty skin.

And I understood. He was still at war with himself. He was trying to find the willpower to leave. A part of him felt like what we were doing was wrong. Because he was a good man. An honorable man. I knew that down in my core.

Across the way, in the workout mirror, I saw him kneeling before me, his strong back muscles rippling under his shirt. I ran my hands under the sweaty material and up his spine to his shoulder blades, just relishing him as he held me. I felt his heat and his breath and was powerless to do anything but be his.

“I want you too, Locke,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his temple. “I don’t think it’s wrong. I think it’s inevitable.”

His only movement was to squeeze me tighter, and I watched his muscles flex in the mirror. “I’ve tried to stay away for you. I may own you, but not like this,” he murmured, not even a whisper, just a breath I felt on my ear. “But dammit, I can’t help it.”

Taking his face in my hands, I pushed until he broke free of me. I gave him a gentle smile before peeling my bra top over my head. I was sweaty, and a part of me wanted to rush to the shower before anything went further. But the other part of me knew this was exactly how our love making should be. Sweaty. Raw. Real.

“I want this,” I told him as I tossed the top to the side. “I want you. Ever since that night at my apartment, you’ve been all I can think about.”

His eyes darkened as they roved down my body, and he licked his lips. He ran a finger down my side, and it flirted with the edge of my gym shorts. “Emma, I need to taste you. Now. All I can think about is tasting you. Take these off.”

I let out a shaky breath. I looked down at my gym shorts and slipped them off, kicking them and my shoes into a pile beside my workout bra, leaving me naked while he was completely clothed. His eyes raked over my body, and I started to tremble. I was so hot, an unbearable need coiling in my belly.

There could be no mistaking it. It was desire, and only Locke Cage could quench it.

He reached out, sliding his fingers down my belly, which clenched at his touch. He positioned me in front of the weight bench and gently nudged me down. “Lie back,” he instructed. “Spread your legs.”

I did, anticipation causing me to tremble as he settled between my thighs. Our eyes met over the length of my body. When he hesitated, I whispered, “Please.” The word had barely formed and disappeared before his tongue, his amazing hot tongue, flicked over my clit. “Oh!” I gasped.

I lifted my head to watch in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. There, I saw his muscular back straining, his arms wrapped around my legs, pulling me closer to him. It was the most sensual moment of my life, watching his head bobbing as he ate me, moving in a steady rhythm, like he couldn’t get enough. Like I was his very last meal.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he breathed into my folds. “Damn, you’re sweet.”

I blushed at first at his words, but then all shame fell away. He liked this. I tossed my head back as he lapped away at my clit, unrelenting. I stifled a moan that wanted to be a scream because, god, I’d never felt anything like what he was doing to me.

I threw back my head. I writhed on the bench, arching and bucking in time to his tongue’s lapping. I coiled my fingers in his thick hair and pushed his face into me harder. And just when I thought it couldn’t get better, he slid a finger, then two into my depths.

And holy shit, I went insane. I screamed and bit down hard on my hand. “No!” I mumbled hoarsely. “Oh, god, no! No more!”

“You want me to stop?” he breathed into my folds, and I saw the effort it took him to pull away.

“No. Please, no.”

He grinned and slowly eased another finger into me, making me shudder uncontrollably. He slid them in and out in time to my thrusts against him as his mouth did wonderful things to my clit. I felt myself being pushed to the edge, to the point of no return, where resistance was impossible. Stifling what was inside me was impossible. I keened, arching and bucking against his face in a whirlwind.

“Oh God, Locke, please…” I found myself begging. Please, what? I didn’t even know what I wanted from him. Just more of this.

Suddenly, I was exploding. Screaming and sobbing and falling to pieces, with his fingers buried deep inside me. He carried me over to oblivion, holding tight to me as I spasmed and trembled uncontrollably.

Then he climbed up my shuddering body, the stubble around his mouth glistening. I blushed, hard and hot.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled. “Fuck.”

“Emma,” he said with a grin, and he kissed me again. “I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as you.”

Brody.

Guilt surged through me, followed quickly by shame.

What would my brother think if he knew what I was doing?

What if this was my stupid mistake?

Locke felt amazing. He was hot, and irresistible, and… clearly a good lover. But entangling with my boss was so stupid. At best, it could cause all sorts of sticky feelings, resentment, awkwardness.

At worst, it could bring this whole thing down.

He lifted me off the bench to kiss him again, and I knew what came next. I looked at my naked body in the mirror and was so ashamed.

I pushed him away and leapt to my feet, panic seizing me. “You know…” I backed away, not even bothering to pick up my discarded clothes. “I think I don’t feel so well. I’d better…”

He reached for me, and every part of me wanted to step back into his arms. But I couldn’t. We couldn’t. I had to go.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered and fled to the locker room…

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She needed to escape. I needed to be saved.

Like an angel, Madalyn Durand swoops into my life, rescuing my little girl while I fight for my son. And how is she thanked for her bravery? By having every damn thing she owns taken from her.

Even in her most desperate hour, she’s perfect. Majestic. Me? I’m nothing like her. I’ve failed. At my marriage, at being a dad. I made the Hottest Billionaire Bachelors list, but I can’t protect my kids.

Then I get a second chance.

When my children need me the most, I become a full-time dad, and Madalyn, like some miracle, is by my side. What I didn’t count on was how she would feel in my arms. Under me. Next to me. Maybe forever.

But someone else wants her forever too. Someone she tried to escape, but who won’t set her free.

Can I save her from this evil? Can I save my kids? Myself?

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“Do you want me?” I asked. I needed to be sure. I needed her to be sure. There was to be no miscommunication in this.

Instead of answering, she pressed her lips to mine again, but I needed more than that.

Holding her face a few inches away, I asked again, more urgently this time. “Do you want me, Madalyn? Do you want me to take you to my bed? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to fuck me?”

Her eyes startled open at my blunt language. She searched my face then ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “Yes, I want it all.”

She cried out when I pushed up from the chair, taking her with me. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as I stood. Her fingers sank into my hair as I walked us down the hall.

In my bedroom, I locked the door and turned on the light. I wanted to see her. I wanted to watch each inch of her skin as it was exposed. I wanted to see if she glowed with that inward light everywhere.

She clung to me as I lowered us both to the mattress, and she took my weight as our mouths met again. With teeth and tongue, she kissed me back, nearly as ravenous as me. I shifted until my thigh came up between her legs, giving her rocking hips something to move against.

She did, her body nearly exploding with movement as she ground into me, her hands tugging at my hair. She gasped, her eyes flying open when my hand moved up the shirt and I found her breast.

Her flesh was warm beneath my palm, the nipple already hardened. She arched, her eyes on mine as I rolled the nipple, squeezed the entire breast.

“So responsive,” I murmured and pushed the shirt up until I could take the nipple between my lips. I sucked, and she went wild beneath me, crying out with pleasure as I scraped my teeth over the sensitive flesh.

Her response to my every touch stoked the fire that had burned in me since I’d first seen her, but I forced myself to go slow, take my time. What was happening between us held some type of magic I didn’t understand, and I wanted to savor it. Oddly, I wasn’t afraid of the connection we shared. It felt too right, too needed to fear.

“I want to see you,” I said, pushing up to my knees.

She reached for me, pulling on my shirt, wanting me back. “Please…”

I began to unbutton my shirt, wanting her skin against mine. “Please what, Madalyn? Tell me what you want.”

When she sat up, pressing her face into my exposed chest, kissing my skin, I let her, smoothing her still damp hair back so I could watch those beautiful lips move to my nipple.

She licked and sucked as I shrugged the shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Finding the hem of the t-shirt, I pulled it up her body, forcing her to let me go long enough to rid us of that barrier too.

“You taste salty.”

I grimaced. “Sorry. I should have showered. I wasn’t expecting this.”

She licked up my sternum, and damn, if that wasn’t sensual, nothing was. “I like it. It’s like the ocean. One of my favorite things.”

The ocean again, and I imagined her in the bed of my Montauk home, making love as the sun rose over the water.

“I want to escape from here,” I said, making the decision. She looked up at me, although her fingers continued to stroke my back. “And I want you to escape with me. You, me, and the kids at my beach house.” Anxiety at her reaction thickened my throat. “Will you come?”

I had a packed calendar, meeting after meeting all week.

Fuck it.

I would call Joyce in the morning, ask her to clear everything. After all, that was why I’d hired the best of the best.

My children needed me.

I needed them too.

And Madalyn… we needed each other.

I didn’t know why or how it had come to be this way, but it was true.

“I’ll go with you, Xander.”

I took her face in my hands and kissed her until she made those little mewling sounds that vibrated into and through me. Pressing her back onto the bed, I continued to kiss her while my hand explored her skin.

She was so soft, even with the goose bumps that raised when I trailed my hand down her belly. I lifted up on my elbow, wanting to see her body open for my fingers.

I was surprised to find her completely bare. Completely.

I had a moment of pure panic and looked down into Madalyn’s face, the smooth, nearly translucent skin. Oh my god. “How old are you?”

She frowned up at me. “Twenty-two. Why?” Only an eight-year difference. I was so relieved I sagged down on top of her, laying my head on her breasts. She pushed my head up and asked again, “Why?”

Should I lie? No. The truth. Always the truth.

“Because I had this horrible moment of thinking you were a grown-up-looking fifteen-year-old that I was about to abuse.”

She frowned and pushed up onto her elbows. “Do I look fifteen?”

“No, you look like a beautiful woman. With all the craziness that’s happened in my life recently, I wanted to make certain, especially after seeing this.” I brushed a thumb over her bare mound, and she closed her legs.

“I’m sorry. Is that not right?”

What an odd question.

I pushed her legs back open, traced a finger over the soft skin. “No. Everything about you is beautiful. It was just unexpected. I don’t even know why it surprised me, but it did.”

She blushed, and I felt like a damn shit for embarrassing her. “It’s part of my… um, the culture.” She frowned. “The style.”

It had been a ridiculous thought, I realized. I was tired and on edge, second-guessing myself as a human. If she’d been younger than eighteen, the officers wouldn’t have left her with me. They would have called child protective services. A fuss would have been made.

No. She was an adult and capable of making adult decisions.

“Do you no longer want me?” The question was softly asked.

I moved until my lips were only inches from hers, my erection pressing hard into her hip. “I’ve never wanted any woman as much as I want you.”

Another truth.

She smiled, and if I hadn’t been lying down, it would have knocked me off my feet. “Then why are we talking?”

I laughed. She was so unique. So precious. “I have no idea.”

Her finger moved over the ink on my arm, trailing over and around the swirls of the tattoo. I took her hand in mine, lifted the palm to my lips. When I kissed the inside of her wrist, she shivered, and the pulse leapt under my tongue.

“I didn’t know that sex could be this way,” she said, curling toward me.

I grinned. “We haven’t even had sex yet.” But I knew what she meant. It had never been this way for me either. A slow exploration with no care of the finish line.

I kissed up her arm and to her shoulder, then down until her nipple was in my mouth again. My hand drifted lower, over the smooth surface of her mound, and she cried out, arching into my touch as my finger swirled over and around her clit.

“Am I doing better than Jacob?”

She was breathless. “Oh, yes.”

Watching her face, I increased the pressure, watching her unravel as I circled the sensitive nerves. She slammed her hands down on the sheets, fists grabbing at the silky material. She was breathing hard and was so very wet as I explored her further, dipping my finger into her wetness, gathering the moisture pooling there.

“Did Jacob touch Nellie this way?” I asked her as the lube of her own body made my touch on her clitoris more intense.

“Y-yes.”

“What else did he do?”

Her breath expelled on a little laugh, and her hand came down to cover mine. She arched up as she pressed down. My angel wanted it harder. I’d give her hard.

Moving between her legs, I pressed her thighs apart, watched her sex open like a flower. So pretty, pink and glistening. Ripe and ready for me.

“Did he do this?”

I didn’t wait for an answer, just dipped my head and glided my tongue up her slit. I teased her, tracing the outline of her petal smooth lips before dipping the tip of my tongue between them. She moaned and jerked backward, and if I hadn’t had my arms around her thighs she would have jolted away.

I grinned. So very sensitive.

“Oh mon,” she breathed. “S’il vous plaît ne pas arrêter.”

I had no idea what she said, but I decided it was a good thing from the way she continued to writhe and moan.

Increasing the pressure of my tongue, I held on to her tighter, keeping her still. Her hands sank into my hair, her nails digging into my scalp.

I didn’t care, I feasted, raking my teeth over her clit. Her leg muscles flexed, her heels digging into my shoulder blades as she moved up and down on my tongue.

“You’re so sweet,” I murmured before sucking her labia into my mouth.

“Xander…”

Having her say my name with the throaty growl nearly made me explode in my pants, and I needed to be inside her. I needed to come. But not yet.

I wanted her to come with my mouth, and from the way her body tightened, she was close. After that, I’d make her come on my fingers before she came on my cock…

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Exclusive Sneak Peek: The Choice

As I read the reviews for The Choice, I can’t stop smiling. It means the world to me that readers love it as much as I do. It’s a book I suffered over. A book I cried a million tears over. A book that kept me up late at night as I worried about the characters… yes, worried. Each and every one of them.

I’m also smiling as I read my emails, not only the compliments, but the questions. To my way of thinking, if one person has a question, many people usually have the same one. So… let me answer a few of them here, in case you were wondering too:

Q: Why did you decide to write a book with ménage elements?

A: I love delving into all areas of human sexuality and complex relationships, so adding that third person was a challenge I wanted to take on. But for me, the book isn’t about sex or threesomes. It’s about love, pure and simple. Soul mates. Best friends. Sisters. Accepting those who are different from us. Accepting those who make different choices than us. And… accepting ourselves. As the story wove itself together, the ménage actually became a small piece to the story, but I wanted to add it because my message is, that no matter how you chose to love someone, if it’s consensual, it isn’t wrong.

Q: Jazzy was so real. Do you know someone with Down Syndrome?

A: Yes. One of my good friend’s daughter was born with Down’s sixteen years ago. Sarah was my inspiration for Jaz, and I was thrilled to let Sarah’s love and light, and hilariousness, shine through one of my characters. Yes, Sarah has a boyfriend. Yes, Sarah talks about sex. Yes, Sarah wants to marry and have a family someday. And I hope with every piece of my heart that she’s able to.

Q: Will I be uncomfortable reading the threesome scenes?

A: I honestly don’t know. What I do know is that there are 95,519 words in this book, and less than four thousand of them involve a threesome, and of those, nearly a thousand are in Journey’s dreams and daydreams… because, I mean, really… wouldn’t you dream about it too? The point is, only a fraction of the book involves ménage sex. It would be easy to flip past it and enjoy the characters without it.

Want a taste?

Here is an excerpt of one of the scenes so you can decide for yourself:

Nash lifted my chin and waited until I looked at him. Grant’s hands moved to my belly, stroking up and down. Nash looked up, over my head and to his friend. A silent communication seemed to pass between them because Nash nodded some silent understanding.

“You don’t have to choose,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. “We’re both right here.”

Strong hands turned me, and I looked up into Grant’s face. He wiped away my tears, his dark eyes so soft I nearly started crying again. “That’s right. You can have us both.”

His kiss was so soft, so unexpected that I clung to him, pressing my lips to his. His hands cupped my face as other hands stroked down my arms.

Those hands stopped at my wrists and journeyed back up to my shoulders while Grant’s tongue twisted around mine. The straps of my dress were moved to the side and lips pressed against my skin.

This was wrong.

And it was so very, very right.

My dress fell to my feet, and I stopped thinking.

And only felt.

Closing my eyes, I accepted Grant’s tongue again as his kiss deepened, his hands moving into my hair. “So sweet.”

A tongue on my shoulder, tracing a path to my neck. “Let us take care of you, darlin’. Let us make you feel good.”

Hands came around me, cupped my breasts, squeezing my nipples as teeth came down on my ear. And still I kissed Grant, his mouth slicing over mine as Nash’s hands moved lower.

“You don’t have to do anything but let us take care of you,” Grant said against my mouth before sliding his teeth along my jaw and to my ear. Goose bumps rose on my arms.

This had to be a dream. A fantasy.

But as my panties skated down my thighs, leaving me only in my shoes, I remembered how very real this was.

Like anything that was too good to be true, I knew it wouldn’t last. So, would it be so very bad to simply enjoy it, especially since just a few seconds ago, I’d been so sure I’d lost it all.

My breasts were covered again, and I was unsure of who the hands belonged to. And it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that we were together.

Grant kissed down my neck, to my chest, tonguing my nipples on his descent. He kissed my belly, my hipbones, the patch of curls. Lower. On his knees now, he licked me, and my legs wobbled. Strong hands held me up and one of them plunged into my hair, twisting the strands around his fingers until he was able to crank my head to the side. Nash kissed me with so much hunger, it was enough to devastate me. How could I survive that kind of hunger?

As Nash plunged his tongue between my lips, Grant plunged his tongue into me much lower. I keened, but the sound was lost in Nash’s mouth.

As he sucked and licked at my clit, Grant’s hands slowly glided up my calves and past my knees. His fingertips lightly stroked the soft flesh of my inner thighs, sending little lightning bolts over the sensitive skin.

Nash’s kiss deepened, my head turned at a nearly impossible angle to accept his crushing lips, and I held on to Grant’s hair, feeling drugged from all the sensations.

The grip on my hair loosened, and Nash’s lips moved along my jaw to my ear and down my neck to my shoulder. Each vertebra felt the press of his lips as he moved down my back. When he was on his knees, he nuzzled the skin of my ass with his nose. I startled when he opened me up back there to his exploring tongue.

“Fucking perfect,” Nash said from behind me.

“A goddess,” Grant said from in front.

I threw my head back, one hand on each of their heads as they bracketed me, pleasing me with their hands and mouths.

Fingers move between my legs, scissoring me open.

A tongue breached the tight muscles of my anus, and I nearly collapsed at the sensation.

Grant moaned, sending vibrations into my clitoris, and it was all too much. Too much.

I couldn’t survive more.

But when Nash added a finger into me back there, I knew I could.

Knew I wanted to.

I panted, inhaling great gulps of air as they took me apart, lick by lick. Stroke by delicious stroke.

And when my legs began to tremble, my core tightening, my eyes rolling back in my head, I embraced my first orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t be my last, and every cell in my body exploded, causing a chain reaction of ecstasy that went on and on.

Behind me, Nash pushed to his feet and went into Grant’s bathroom. Before I could protest his loss, Grant moved up my body, kissing my stomach and breasts along the way.

Nash came back with a wet washcloth, wiping his hand before tossing it onto the bedside table. Embarrassment flooded me as to why he needed it, but the emotion faded when he began to undress.

As if they could read each other’s minds, Grant opened a drawer and tossed condoms and a bottle of lube onto the silky duvet. Then he was behind me, guiding me in Nash’s direction, who grinned wide as he sprawled backwards on the bed, his fat cock pointing straight into the air.

“Come here, my wicked little lady. I’ve got something for you to ride.”

I laughed, and the burst of sound relaxed me further as I took his hand and crawled onto the bed. He handed me a condom, and I ripped it open before carefully rolling it on. Hearing movement behind me, I looked over my shoulder to see Grant removing his clothes, his eyes dark with intensity.

Hands on my hips lifted me, and I refocused on the smiling Nash as he lowered me on his sheathed shaft. “That’s right, baby. Use me. Take whatever you want.”

When I was fully seated, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, my clit grinding down on his pubic bone. I got a moan from Nash with my efforts.

Something cool and wet dropped onto my back, and I lifted up to find Grant pouring the lube onto me.

I swallowed hard and turned as far as I could to meet his gaze as he smoothed the oil into my back and ass. “New experiences, Journey. All at the same time.” He pulled my head back and kissed me. “Enjoy the ride. I’m going to watch for a while.”

Nash bucked underneath me in response to his words, and I was pulled back to him as I fell forward, landing with my hands on either side of his head, his cock splitting me wide open.

“Hi, darlin’.”

I smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Hi.”

Then the teasing and tenderness were over as he bucked up and into me again. “Ride me, Journey. Like your life depended on it.”

I looked over to where Grant had moved to stand beside us. Who knew? Maybe it did.

Gazing from dark to light, I looked back down at Nash and swirled my hips, leaning forward so that my clit rubbed his pubic bone each time. Then I begin to use him in earnest, pushing up and sliding down, over and over.

His jaw tightened, and his fingers linked with mine, giving me support to lift and drop. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel, the stretch, the passing of his cock over my delicate tissues.

“That’s right, darlin’. Feel it. Let it take you. Soar.”

I did, flying from the tallest of cliffs, screaming as the orgasm hit me. Nash pulled me down and our lips collided together as he continued to buck into me.

More oil was poured onto my backside, and one hand rubbed it into my flesh while the other moved to the back of my neck, holding me down.

Nash’s tongue explored my mouth, as fingers explored my ass, circling the tight pucker of muscle there.

“Relax, baby.”

Exhaling into Nash’s mouth, I attempted to do as Grant said, even as my every muscle wanted to tighten. When his finger breached the entrance, I groaned. But it wasn’t from pain. Not exactly. With Nash’s thick cock inside me, the entrance of Grant’s finger increased the internal pressure, filling me up.

And I knew there was more to come.

As much as I was nervous about this, I was excited about it too.

I wanted to know. I wanted to know the feeling, whether pain or pleasure, or both.

Grant withdrew his finger, his knuckle skimming along the overly sensitive nerves, and with that motion, I got a glimpse of why people liked sex this way. Ripples of pleasure shot through me, but then they stopped as he penetrated me again.

In. Out.

Pain. Pleasure.

When he added a second finger, the feeling intensified by large degrees.

Nash’s hands moved to my face, and I looked into his blue eyes. “Breathe, darlin’. You’re gonna be flyin’ again soon.”

I tried as Grant twisted his fingers, scissoring me, stretching me wider. Getting me ready for this new experience, all while Nash soothed my shoulders, kissed me, thrusting into me, giving me pleasure from below.

When Grant withdrew his fingers, I felt the loss. Then anticipation swam in my belly as the condom package hissed open, and he was there, hands on my hips, his cock at that vulnerable entrance.

Looking over my shoulder, I wished I could see, but the angle was all wrong. I wanted to watch his eyes as he took me like this.

As if he knew what I was thinking, he stepped away, but a moment later was rolling a full-length mirror to the foot of the bed. “Better?”

I smiled, tears pricking my eyes. “Thank you.”

From the way he smiled back, I knew he knew I was thanking him for many reasons.

In the reflection of the mirror, I watched him move behind me again, his cock touching me. Nash slowed his pulsing hips, keeping me still.

“Take a deep breath,” Grant said, and as I inhaled, he pressed forward, causing me to cry out.

Nash linked his fingers with mine, and his head also turned to watch the three of us in the mirror.

The reflection was so sensual, so erotic. And it was also humbling. These big, beautiful men had chosen me to pleasure.

Grant moved, and a white-hot flare of pain seared through me, and I dropped my head to Nash’s neck, biting my lip to stop from screaming.

What the hell?

Why did people like this?

The novels had it wrong. There wasn’t a burst of pain and then wild and crazy pleasure. This was crazy. Just plain crazy.

Tears spilled from my eyes and onto Nash, and I was ready to shout at Grant to stop, beg him to stop, scream at them both to leave me alone.

I was too full.

From Nash.

From Grant.

I was being torn in two.

“Look at me, Journey.”

With more effort than it should have taken, I opened my eyes and met Grant’s gaze in the mirror. His face was twisted in agony too. Agony of a different type. An agony opposite of mine.

He wanted this, but I knew he would stop if I asked. That knowledge allowed me to relax, and as I did, the pain lessened as if by some miracle.

“That’s right, baby.” Grant smiled, smoothing a hand up my spine. “Let me in. Trust me. Accept me.”

Accept him.

When I stopped fighting, it became easier, and he slid the rest of the way home. He didn’t stop until his thighs touched my ass.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked.

I looked at myself, tried to see what he saw. Red-faced and sweating profusely didn’t look very beautiful to me. But it was enough. Knowing he viewed me that way was enough.

“Grant’s going to lead this, darlin’,” Nash explained, kissing my cheek. “His movements will affect our movement. Don’t fight it. Let us please you.”

When Grant began to move, it was with microscopic bursts of his hips at first. When they grew longer and more powerful, my eyelids fluttered, especially on the out strokes. It was like a completely new set of nerves were engaged each time he withdrew.

In caused pain, and it also moved me up Nash’s cock.

Out caused pleasure, and it also impaled me on the man beneath me.

Oh.

I was impossibly stretched, impossibly full of both men.

And I was impossibly crazy about both of them. And so very grateful to be here with them like this.

My world narrowed down to the mirror in front of us. The pain became secondary to the fingers on my skin, the touch of their lips. Their encouraging words.

As Grant picked up speed, pushing us all toward the edge, Nash groaned beneath me, gritting his teeth. He was close, I knew. So was I.

He moved his hand until it was between us, and oh god, found my clit.

“Ohh…”

“That’s right, darlin’. Use me. Use us. Grind. Bite. Whatever you need.”

No matter the situation, Nash always made me smile.

Meeting Grant’s eyes, I reveled in his intensity.

His nostrils flared, and he picked up speed again, plunging into me over and over until pain and pleasure became one.

My orgasm built like a tidal wave, growing and strengthening with each stroke.

Nash’s thumb brushed over my clit, and I threw my head back and wailed. The tidal wave consumed me, taking me under. I couldn’t see. I didn’t know if I’d closed my eyes or my vision had just completely grayed out.

Nash cursed, his hands clenching me so hard I knew I’d have bruises. I collapsed on him while he came, no longer able to hold myself up.

Completely shattered, I could do nothing but watch as Grant found his release, his head thrown back as he roared.

When he collapsed on top of me, the only sound was our harsh breaths filling the room. Sweat coated our bodies, sealing us all together as I was trapped in the middle of a human sandwich I never wanted to leave.

Very slowly, Grant rolled off and pulled me with him. After tossing the condom, he turned me until I was facing him, pressing his lips to mine.

We didn’t talk. Not even when Nash curled up behind me, his hand coming around to cover my breast.

This was my haven.

These men.

As I closed my eyes and surrendered to sleep, I hoped it wouldn’t become my hell.

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NEW RELEASE: The Choice!

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Grant Sommerfield. Dark. Intense. Lonely. With a past he’s built an empire to protect himself from.

Nash Levington. Spelled F-U-N. Easygoing. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

And then there’s me. Journey Walker. A good girl with too many responsibilities and too little fun.

Not that I’m complaining. As a physical therapy assistant, I love working with the elderly and disabled. I’ve managed to create a good life for me and my Down Syndrome sister from the ashes my mother left behind. I love my life. I love my sister. I’m content.

Until I meet them. Grant. Nash. On the exact same day, no less. They’re complete opposites, and they both pull out a side of me I wasn’t aware existed.

The side that wants to play. Wants to love. Wants to enjoy new experiences.

When my sister goes to camp for three weeks, things become interesting. And complicated. And so very seductive.

Grant. Nash.

How’s a girl to choose? Maybe I won’t.

Or maybe the choice will be made for me.

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NEW RELEASE: The Candidate!

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Lust drove us together. Our differences are driving us apart.

As the Republican Party’s front-runner for the White House in 2024, I’m the man the media praises for having a silver tongue. By day, I’m a very conservative, buttoned-up professional. By night, my wild side comes out to prowl, searching for something. I end up in The Black Room… and find her.

Sweet little Cassandra is too good for The Black Room, too innocent. That won’t stop me from showing her everything my silver tongue can do. I can already hear her crying out in ecstasy when I sink into her. Feel her soft skin under me as she follows my every direction.

And she does… except in the most important way. She won’t reveal her true name.

The mystery addicts me to her but I can’t fall for her. Can’t veer away from the carefully crafted dream I thought I wanted.

But now I want something else. Her.

Even if it costs me my political career.

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First Look Inside The Candidate

“Which toy would you like me to use on you, Apollo?” I asked him in my sexiest purr.

“You may choose, Prophetess.”

I nodded, looking over the selection. I chose a long white feather, ripped the package, and slipped it out.

When we’d made it to the sofa, I reached out, grabbed the buckle on his pants, and pulled. I loosened his belt and then unbuttoned his pants, feeling the heavy, expensive weight of the fabric, which must have been fine wool. He stood there silently, his eyes on me the whole time. When I unzipped the fly and started to lower his pants, he said, “Stop.”

I did as I was told, waiting for my next direction.

He looked me over carefully, then motioned his chin in my direction. “Take it all off.”

I nodded, lifting the straps of my camisole and sliding it off my body so that my breasts sprang free. Then I slowly wiggled my skirt to the ground. When I looked up, he was watching me curiously.

“No heels?”

He said it the way he’d made the pearls comment, like it was something to be ashamed of. I shook my head as I kicked off the skirt, leaving myself bare to him, except for the shoes and my thong. “Sorry.”

“Take everything off, then.”

There could be no other answer except to do what he asked. Of course, he liked to have all the power, whether or not it corrupted him absolutely. I stepped out of the shoes, then lifted the strings on either hip bone and let the last barrier between me and complete nakedness fall to the floor. He gazed at me without a word, but before I could wonder if he liked what he saw, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the flask. He lifted his mask to take a long gulp. Once capped, it took three tries before he was able to successfully slide it into his pocket, his eyes were so intent on me. It was then I felt the power shift into my court.

“May I continue?” I asked.

“Not yet.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long chain. “Go behind me, and put this on.”

I stared at it. “What—”

“I think you will figure it out, Cassandra.”

He puddled the chain in the palm of my hand, and I stepped back to a paneled changing area. I lifted the chain up and looked at it. It split into thirds at the center and had little clamps on each of the three ends.

I swallowed as realization dawned. The power was back in his court.

Taking a breath, I opened the first of the clamps and closed it gently on my nipple. It wasn’t pain, but pressure. My nipples had already peaked, so I was quicker to fasten on the second one. Then I reached between my legs, and finding the nub of my clit, attached the third clamp. I let out a soft whimper, then straightened.

My fucking god, I felt hot. Sexy. So wet.

I stepped around the panel, revealing myself for his appraisal. His eyes scanned me, and he let out a heavy breath. “It doesn’t hurt you, does it?”

“No,” I said, testing out the feeling. The pressure had begun to subside, and now, every time I moved, my clit and nipples felt a shot of stimulation.

“How do you feel?”

“Strange, but in a good way. A little embarrassed,” I answered honestly. “But extremely, well…”

“You look incredibly hot,” he said, which was exactly how I felt. My whole body zinged, on fire.

“May I continue now? I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

He nodded, spreading his arms out as if to say I was all his.

I applied pressure to his shoulders, instructing him to sit. Then I knelt between his thighs, unbuttoning each one of the buttons very slowly on his vest. He watched me do so without a word, without attempting to help speed it along. Maybe he was turned on by the sight of a naked woman undressing him. That was why I did everything in slow motion, being careful when I opened his vest, then his white dress shirt, baring that gorgeous, caramel-colored chest. I reached for the feather and skimmed it over his skin, using it to pull the fabric open. As I did, I planted chaste kisses on each of his nipples — I couldn’t resist — and felt him let out a shuddery breath.

The power was now shifting again.

I concentrated on removing his heavy cuff links, taking special care over the undoubtedly expensive watch that he wore over one exquisitely muscled, masculine forearm. In the depths of this exploration, the need for him was returning. I could feel it uncoiling again, deep in my abdomen, like a hungry snake.

When I was done, I tugged down his pants, reaching into the warm confines and finding the waistband of his boxer briefs. He lifted his hips, allowing me to pull them down, and his cock, already stiffening, sprang free.

I dropped the feather to the floor. At first, I could do nothing but stare. I had never seen such a thing in all my life. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Turned out, the frontrunner for the White House in 2024 was hung.

“You’re huge,” was all I could finally manage, and it came out in a tumble. The power shifted again.

He sat there, legs spread apart, with me between them, hands resting on his thighs, and I could feel the smile creeping up on his face, even if I couldn’t see it. “All the better to fuck you with, my dear.”

I couldn’t fight the smile. The mask had a way of leering at me like the Big Bad Wolf, and I had a good idea he was going to make me his meal. God, I wanted it so much, wanted him in me so much, I positively trembled at the idea.

Spurred on by the thought, I lifted the weight of his cock, feeling it in my hand, and as I leaned forward, the chains on the device I was wearing swung, brushing against my skin in odd ways, pulling slightly, tearing a sigh of pleasure from my throat. I touched my tongue to the very tip of his cock. I licked and tasted his deliciously salty skin. Emboldening my explorations, I trailed my tongue downward, over the mushroom head, leaving not a bit of spongy flesh dry. I licked on, traveling down the length of him until his head fell back, his gaze on the ceiling and his five o’clock shadow visible beneath the mask.

He threaded his fingers through my hair and groaned as I took the whole head into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the surface in quick little motions. He was fully hard now, and bigger than I knew what to do with, but I was up to this challenge. I sucked down as far as I could, until I felt him at the back of my throat. “Just like that,” he murmured, pushing my head back down when I’d come up.

But he didn’t need to put in the effort. I instinctively knew what to do, and was already enjoying this too much. Sucking off the undeniably egotistical asshole, destroyer of toads, who happened to be hung like a buffalo. I sucked him deep into my throat, savoring the way his cock pulsated between my lips, like a real, living thing with a mind of its own. Every time I moved on him, I felt as if I were usurping his power, as if it were passing to me. He’d been trying to control me, but I could feel the tables shifting now, fully and irreversibly, to my side.

As I throated him deep and he started to twitch erratically, he let out a ragged breath — so close.

My next move was easy. I pulled away suddenly, his cock falling to his abdomen, and when I saw the utter desperation in his eyes, I knew it better than I knew anything.

I would soon own him.

I stood up and walked to the table of sex toys, holding back a gasp as the pull of the chains made a yearning stab through my core. Finding a condom, I ripped it open and took my time walking back to him, counting his excited, tortured breaths. When I returned, I climbed on his lap, hovered over him, eye to eye. “If you can tilt your mask back to drink scotch, you can tilt it back to kiss me.”

He nodded, captured.

I lifted his cock, rolling the condom on.

Feeling him pulse against my palm, I held it erect, positioned myself over the tip, and sank down, taking him in, inch by inch.

We growled in unison as he filled me. I’d never before felt the entwining of pain and pleasure so clearly. When I’d buried him to the hilt inside me, and our bodies were flush against one another, I looked down, pushing aside the fabric of his shirt to get a better view. I sighed, thinking I’d never seen anything so perfect in my life. When I faced him, I realized he was gazing at me too. Sweat had begun to trickle down his temple. And I thought Mr. Conservative had been trained to keep cool.

“Cassandra,” he whispered, his eyes meeting mine as he reached between us and tugged on the chain. I groaned in pleasure and pain as I ground myself hard against him.

Then, still looking into my eyes, he slowly tilted the mask back over his nose and kissed me for the first time.

I’d never felt such an erotic kiss, as I sat on his lap, naked, him buried inside me. We didn’t move our lower halves for the longest time. He concentrated on the kiss, bringing his hands to the sides of my head, and really, really kissing me. His tongue worked deeply into my mouth, fucking my mouth so thoroughly, the way he must have sensed I’d been dreaming of since our first meeting. It was personal, more intimate, somehow, and definitely romantic. Our mouths worked together hungrily, until I’d explored every hair of stubble on his chin, until my face had been rubbed raw and red. For the first time, I felt like we weren’t just body parts moving together to find a release like everyone else in this club.

No. We were lovers.

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