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Naughty Nov with Cat Johnson

What happens in Vegas…sometimes follows you home.

Studs in Spurs, Book 3

Pro bull rider Chase Reese knew things move faster than an eight-second ride in Las Vegas. He just never expected to be driving home with a national championship under his belt and a wedding band on his left hand with no clue how it got there.

Yet he can't complain about the stripper bride beside him. From the moment his buddies bought him a lap dance from her, her trembles told him there was more to her than stiletto heels.

Leesa Santiago has met the perfect guy. Her timing couldn't be worse though. If it was just their explosive sex, she could walk away. But from the moment her lap dance brought her this close to his baby blues, she was hooked. She can't lie that she couldn't be happier to bear his name—or guiltier that she's using it and his Oklahoma farm to hide out from mob hit men.

That's before Chase's family gets involved. And his determination to do the right thing pushes her to do the one thing that will keep him safe. Break his heart.

Do cowboy boots mix with stripper heels? And can a love that started out on the wrong foot end up on the right one? That's the risk you take waking up in Vegas.

Warning: Contains one happy-ending lap dance that will make you squirm, some pretty hot sex between two strangers who also happen to be married to each other, and a huge surprise conclusion.

An excerpt from

Ride

Copyright © 2010 Cat Johnson

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. Publication

They had done this birthday show dozens of times in Leesa's months at the strip club. Usually one man was just like another. She never paid very close attention to them as individuals, but as Holly led their subject onto the stage by the hand, Leesa found herself really studying this one.

Obviously embarrassed, he shook his head and pulled against Holly's grasp. He made a half-hearted attempt to sit back down with the other guys rather than be dragged into the spotlight. Even as he laughed off the ribbing from the other guys, there was a look on his face that said he'd rather be an observer than the center of attention, especially when Holly pushed him into the chair on stage. His Adam's apple bobbed wildly in his throat as Holly cuffed his wrists behind the back of the chair.

Holly started the show, circling him like an animal sizing up its prey while the crowd cheered. Even under the bright spotlights that washed out all but the most intense colors, Leesa could see his face grow red.

His surprise was nearly palpable when Holly whipped off her corset and her breasts bounced just inches in front of his face. Then Holly turned away from him to face the admiring crowd and started to strut toward the far end of the stage, leaving the cowboy alone in the chair watching her leave. He looked almost relieved she had walked away and taken the attention off him. Poor guy. Little did he know that was Leesa's cue to join the routine.

After climbing the stairs onto the stage, Leesa circled the chair. Holly returned and they stalked him together, while the expression on the poor guy's face became almost comical, a cross between embarrassment and anticipation, as though he wasn't sure if what was to come would be good or bad.

Somehow his shyness emboldened Leesa. Standing facing him, she bent from the waist, giving the crowd a nice shot of her ass. The whistles and calls from the audience clearly showed their appreciation.

Bracing a hand on each one of his knees, she yanked his thighs apart and spread his legs wide. His eyes flew open at the action. She laughed and a feeling of power surged through her.

Up close he looked a few years younger than her own age. He was probably right off the farm, here in Sin City for one wild night. She could give him that. A night he'd never forget. She liked that idea.

Donning a smile, she leaned in closer to his ear so he would hear her over the noise. "Relax, cowboy. Enjoy it."

He jumped when she spoke. She pulled back enough to see his deer-in-headlights stare as it focused on her face. He swallowed hard again and then nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She smiled at his down-home politeness even in this situation as she straightened up. He was as sweet as he'd first appeared. Leesa liked that he looked so innocent and squeaky clean. For some reason it made her want to dirty him up a little. Now that she'd wrapped her head around giving him something to remember tonight by in the back room, she was really starting to get into it.

Stepping into the space she'd created between his knees, she turned her back toward him and whipped off her skirt. She jiggled her butt cheeks in front of his face to the accompanying whoops of the other cowboys. Leesa couldn't resist glancing over her shoulder. Mouth slightly agape, he stared mesmerized directly at her ass. Her gaze dropped and yeah, other parts of him had taken notice of her too. That was clearly outlined in his jeans, and she had to admit, it appeared pretty impressive from where she stood.

As Leesa strained to watch over her shoulder, Holly stepped up behind him and ran both of her hands down the front of his shirt, then started to unbutton it. Holly tugged it from where it had been tucked neatly inside his belted jeans and pushed the shirt open to expose a nearly hairless chest. He was lean but definitely fit judging by the sharply cut outline of his chest and stomach muscles.

Meanwhile, the cowboy squirmed in his chair beneath the scrutiny.

Turning to face him fully again, Leesa planted her costume's high-heeled fringed suede boot on the edge of the chair between his thighs. His gaze dropped to the long expanse of her exposed leg in front of him. Visually, he followed the line of her thigh up to the glittering G-string that covered what the law said had to be covered, but not much else.

While Holly took another turn around the stage and collected some more dollar bills, Leesa took the show to the next level. Straddling the blushing cowboy, she ground against him. The only thing separating them was her G-string, the denim of his jeans and whatever underwear he was wearing. She couldn't stop wondering exactly what kind that was. She supposed she'd find out soon enough.

Gyrating her hips, she felt the bulge in his jeans personally. Leesa watched his quick intake of breath at the contact. She couldn't help her own gasp when the friction of rubbing against him caused nerve endings long ignored to wake up. Now that her sex drive had been pulled out of hibernation, it screamed for attention.

She met his gaze and felt her own cheeks grow warm. Their faces were so close, he must have noticed her getting flushed.

In spite of the public venue and the fact it was supposed to be all for show, it somehow became an intimate moment. Leesa shook that thought from her head. She hadn't been with a man since she finally broke it off with her rotten ex. She hadn't even looked at a man with romantic or sexual interest since then because she'd been so turned off after him. She was turned on now though.

The loud whoops from his group of friends in particular served as a very real reminder she was here to entertain the crowd, so entertain she did. Leesa whipped the two sides of her vest apart just inches from the cowboy's face.

Beneath the rim of his hat, his baby blue eyes followed the action before coming back up to meet hers.

For a moment time seemed to stand still. It was like they were no longer under the hot spotlights in a crowded, noisy room. A crazy image crashed into her mind of staring into those eyes as he braced above her in her bed. Need coiled within her, poised and begging for release.

Her body was simply reacting with raw animal instinct. He was a desirable male specimen, and she was a woman who hadn't been with one of those in a while. That explained the spreading warmth she felt between her legs. She pressed one last time against the bulge beneath the rough denim before she rose and turned toward the audience.

She may be playing to the crowd for tips at the moment, but Leesa remembered her promise to Holly.

Soon she'd be getting up close and personal with this man. Very soon. She tried not to let the unwanted lusty thoughts about this stranger scare the hell out of her. Last time she'd felt this way about a man and let other parts besides her brain do the thinking she'd made the worst decision of her life. She'd ended up dropping out of college in her senior year. That led to her being here now, mostly nude on stage in front of a bar full of men and about to take one of them back to a private room to earn some cash by pleasuring him.

The thought lodged a lump of fear in her heart even as her stomach fluttered at the idea of being alone with him—intimate with him—a man who blushed and called her ma'am and at the same time had her absolutely saturated with desire after one glance into his baby blues. Not to mention the temptation of what was contained within those jeans.

Leesa put some space between herself and the cowboy by doing a lap around the stage. As large, sweaty hands shoved bills into the feather-covered garter around her thigh, she couldn't resist one more glance back at the birthday boy on stage. Leesa also couldn't stop her heart from picking up speed when she realized that even though Holly was dancing directly in front of him, his gaze had followed her.

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Naughty Nov. w/ Julia Rachel Barrett

Sometimes the safest path is to keep people at a distance…especially men.

Cara's life has been one nightmare after another. Abused as a child and neglected by her parents, she's quick to blame herself for every cruel thing that happens to her. And then there's James, the only man capable of making her forget her misgivings and learn to love again.

James, a young doctor in training, is aware of Cara's history. He's determined to break through her barriers and build a life with her…and fails. Cara runs away in an attempt to reinvent herself and James fears he's lost her for good. When she falls into the hands of a drug dealer and mob boss, life as they know it is about to get a whole lot worse.

Can their love withstand the demons of her past and present?

Excerpt:

Cara didn't know whether to dance, laugh, sing or simply yell at the top of her lungs, "James Mackie just fucked my brains out!" She did none of those things. Instead, she turned towards him. He slept on his back, his breathing quiet, even, peaceful. Unable to resist, Cara put her lips on him. She started at his forehead, kissing her way down his face, over his closed eyes, kissing the tip of his nose, paying special attention to his soft and sensual lips, trailing light butterfly kisses along the firm line of his jaw, rubbing her lips over his delightful, rough, day-old beard.

Cara could tell he was awake now because the corners of his mouth turned up. He managed to keep his eyes closed as she continued her ministrations, nibbling lightly on the tendons of his neck and the muscles of his shoulder. She knew he had come fully awake when the sheet began to tent above his groin, as she nibbled and licked her way down to his small, hard bud of a nipple and pressed her warm mouth against it, tugging on it with her teeth and rolling it with her tongue, while her fingers explored other regions. James had a body to die for. And he knew exactly how to use it.

When they'd walked back to her apartment, Cara had no idea she would respond to him the way she had. She'd surprised herself.  Somehow, without even realizing it, over the past two years it seemed as if she'd healed. She'd just needed the right person to bring it to her attention, a person like James, only James.

Head spinning, she found herself flipped on her back, his grinning face looming over her. Cara laughed.

"Are you too sore?" he asked, concern evident in his low voice, "because I want to fuck you right now. But we can wait awhile. There are other ways." He slid his erection along the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs.

Cara opened her legs wider and wrapped her calves around his, inviting him in. "I'm sore," she replied with a smile. "In a good way."

***

James pressed against her. He could feel her welcoming wetness. "Then you don't mind?"

"Um-um." She slipped soft hands over the curve of his back, cupping his buttocks.

He entered her with care, as if a single thrust might break her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and he stopped for a moment, searching her face, afraid he had hurt her.

"No," she said, her voice husky now, "it's not pain. It's not that. It's the feeling I get when you first," she paused, "with that first thrust. I can't explain it. It just feels so powerful, so natural, so… It makes me want to come the instant you get inside," she finished in a rush.

James took her face in his hands and kissed her lips. "Good," he said, "that's the way it should be when two people love each other." He moved within her again.

Cara tossed her head back, gasping. "Do we, James? Do we love each other?"

"Yes, Cara," he said, "yes, I believe we do." He thrust again, deeper this time. Her hips arched toward him in response.

"Oh God!"

James was careful, he was gentle, and above all, he was thorough with his lovemaking. He noticed the tears on Cara's cheeks when at last he reached his own climax. He held himself as still as he could for fear of hurting her. Shudders racked his body and a deep groan escaped his lips. He leaned over her for a few moments, panting, unwilling to rest his entire weight on her. Cara's slender arms reached out for him and she pulled him down onto her chest with surprising strength.

"I love the weight of you," she whispered. "Don't hold back. Don't ever hold back. You won't hurt me."

James lifted himself up on his elbows and smoothed the hair away from her face. His thumbs followed the tracks of her tears.

"Why are you crying, honey?"

"Because of you, because of what you've done for me."

"What have I done?"

"Made love to me, you've made love to me. And I've realized…" she stopped.

"Yes?"

"I've realized that it's safe to make love you."

James understood what she meant. "It's more than safe," he told her. "It's the right thing to do. It's perfect. We're a perfect fit."

James slid out of her and rolled onto his back, taking her with him, enfolding her in his arms. Cara sobbed while he held her, soothed her. He understood the tears she shed as no one else in the entire world ever would. It was time she let them go.

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Naughty Nov. With Dee Carney

When sexy consultant Emory Dawson puts plump executive chef Keira Bronley's job on the chopping block, she's not going to take it lying down. Err…

Obviously, he's never tasted the delights she offered. Or her food either. Now, alone in a kitchen with decadent novelties at their disposal, she'll get him to try both. But can she get Emory to understand that their erotic encounter is not about saving her job, but instead about putting out the fires of desire he's sparked?

With A Cherry On Top is my quickie interracial erotica, about a plump executive chef fighting to keep her job from being axed by an insanely handsome, but rather stiff (no pun intended) consultant-type. Fortunately, when Keira meets Emory, sparks fly.

Excerpt:

His hands shook as he put them on her skin, slowly massaging in the oil, cooling down his insane want. What was it about this woman that turned his normal confidence into hesitant uncertainty? Then again, smoothing over the cups of her ass left his heart pounding as he glided over her delicate skin. So soft. Supple.

All his for now.

He picked up the bottle again, squirting more of the viscous liquid into his palm. This time when he dribbled it onto her back, he let the excess run between her cheeks. Waiting for any protest on her part, he rested his thumbs just above the sexy dip of her lower back. He began to stroke slowly, feeling the tension ease out of her body. The up down motion would be hypnotic, the eventual dips of his thumbs near the dark entrance to her body, intense.

"What are you doing, Emory?" she asked softly.

Heart kicking against his ribs, he stilled. "Any time you want me to stop…"

"No. Just go…slow."

Need and thrill warring within him, he resumed stroking. Touching the lush curves of her body, memorizing the way she felt. Her hushed whimpers grew as he probed, first one searching digit and then two, opening her to him. Readying her.

Tight. Hot. Slick. It would be his absolute pleasure to seat himself in her depths. First, he had other plans.

Emory reached behind him and located the cool ceramic instrument on the opposite table. Thank God for a near photographic memory. It had its uses, especially in a time like this. When he lubricated the end with more vegetable oil, and then pressed it against her entrance, Keira cried out, a soft sound of surprise.

"Shh, baby. Relax for me. Let me in."

WITH A CHERRY ON TOP is available now from Cobblestone Press. http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/cherry.htm

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Naughty Nov. With Fallon Blake

[image error]Plus-sized fetish model and aspiring chef Indigo Hartley has plenty of tattoos and a fiery attitude to match. When she's offered a job as a sushi model for one of Miami's trendiest restaurants, she jumps at the chance. Little does this country-mouse-turned-city-vixen know that what starts out as a modeling job will end up the answer to all of her kinkiest fantasies. Three days serving as a sub to this hot chef is too tempting an offer to refuse.

Banner Faust has worked his ass off and sacrificed his love life to become a rock star in the culinary world. On what should be the biggest night of his career, he realizes something is missing from his life—the submissive woman he's always craved. The curvy new model with the blue-streaked hair and innate submissive nature just might be the one he's been waiting for. And when he gets her home—and in his bed—he soon realizes three days will never be enough.

Excerpt:

"Sit on the bed, keep your feet on the floor and spread your legs."

A hint of apprehension flickered across her face, but she did as he asked.

"Now lie back," he told her.

She laid down obediently, but kept her gaze on him.

He stood directly in front of her and studied her, taking his sweet time, appreciating every curve and valley of her body. Minutes went by and she began to fidget, but he didn't touch her or say anything.

He waited.

The sexual tension intensified. Indie's body almost hummed with it. Her feet shifted nervously. Her breathing became faster, shallower. Uncertainty showed in the way her brows were knit together. He'd pay a pretty penny to know her thoughts at that moment, but he didn't want to break the spell.

"What—"

"Shh. Close your eyes. Don't move unless I tell you to."

He could have restrained her, and planned to before long, but there was something about controlling a submissive using nothing but his voice. She would have to consciously think about not moving. Her obedience would be at the forefront of her mind. It would keep her mentally present, not floating off somewhere in subspace. It was his way of cultivating the connection between them. His dominance. Her submission. Some Doms used protocol and punishment to instill the bond. Banner preferred to use a submissive's emotions and senses.

She blinked a few times as she searched his face then slowly closed her eyes.

"Listen to the sounds around you," he paused for a moment. "What do you hear?"

She cocked her head a fraction to one side. "I hear the fan above me. It creaks a little… Your breathing. It's calm, deep… My heartbeat."

"And what does it sound like?"

"Like a jackhammer," she blurted with a small laugh.

"Good girl. Now I want you to tell me what you feel. Keep your eyes closed."

"Okay."

He put his knee between her legs right up against her pussy, placed a hand on either side of her shoulders then leaned down inches from her face. "What do you feel?" he whispered.

"Your breath… The weight of you on the bed and between my legs."

"What do you feel?"

"Anticipation." Her answer came out in a rush.

"Good. What else?" He leaned down and brushed his unshaven chin over one of her nipples.

"Need," she gasped.

"What do you need, Indie?"

"I need you to touch me."

And he wanted to touch her. With his tongue he caught the tip of her nipple and flicked it back and forth. She moaned behind pursed lips as she shifted slightly on the bed.

"Is it difficult for you to lie still?" He knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it.

"I'm having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. God, I want to touch you," she breathed.

He couldn't wait to feel her hands on him, but if he allowed that, he could kiss his control goodbye. He wanted to take it slow with her. The buildup, the fist-clenching anticipation, it wasn't just for her. Banner loved it, craved it.

"Thank you for being honest, but this isn't about what you want. It's about what I want." He could see the disappointment in her face as he pushed off the bed and stood. "I'm going to move you, but I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."

"Yes Sir."

He grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that she sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to call me Sir, Indie."

"It just feels…right. Does it bother you?"

"Actually, I love it."

A huge smile lit up her face.

"Like I said, I'm not much for protocol. But since it feels right to you, by all means, call me Sir." He sat behind her, scooting her toward him. Her soft curves fit perfectly between his legs and against his body. He had to bite back a groan when she wiggled her ass against his hard cock as she settled into him.

"Uh-uh. No moving unless I tell you to." Or that chain he used to hold back his desire to fuck her would snap like a twig.

He had positioned them in front of the mirror so he could watch the way she responded to his touch, his voice. The image they created together was highly erotic. Her skin was flushed from desire and there was a vulnerable trust behind her unguarded facial expressions.

"Sorry, Sir," she murmured.

"If you hadn't done that on purpose, I'd believe that little apology. But we both know that you grinding your luscious ass against my dick wasn't an accident, was it?"

The mirror reflected a sly little smile on her lips. "No, it wasn't."

He placed each of her hands on the bed along the outside of his thighs. "Keep them there. Are you going to be a good girl and hold still?"

"Yes Sir."

She flinched when he reached around and palmed her full breasts. The soft weight of them felt incredible in his hands. As he squeezed gently, he rubbed the hardened nubs of her nipples with his thumbs and she blew out a small breath. He tugged them outward, stretching the sensitive tips, causing her to moan.

"I love the way you respond to my touch."

Slowly he moved one hand up and rested it on her throat. Indie tensed. He would never choke her, but the implication that he could if he wanted to, was more than enough to heighten her awareness. Her pulse raced beneath his fingertips. Tilting her head back, he licked the shell of her ear then ran his tongue down the side of her slender neck. When he reached the curve of her shoulder he bit down and she shuddered.

"Are you wet yet, Indie?"

"I'm fucking soaked." The words burst from her.

Playfully, he bit down on her shoulder again.

"Ow!" She laughed. "Well, I am."

"Maybe I should check for myself." Keeping one hand on her throat, he slid the other down the curve of her belly to the warm folds of her pussy. Careful not to touch her clit, he slipped a finger inside her. "Yup, fucking soaked." He withdrew, smearing her wetness along the smooth outer skin of her mound. "And I love that you're hairless here. Nothing to block my view or get in the way, just a pretty pink cunt."

He caressed her inner thighs, barely brushing the outside of her labia as he moved from right to left. He watched her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were drawn together, giving her an almost pained appearance. When he slipped a finger back through her slick folds, still avoiding her clit, her expression softened. He withdrew and her face hardened again. Back and forth, he gave her the promise of pleasure, but didn't deliver. For long minutes, he drew out her torment, touching, but not touching.

"Banner," she pleaded, her breath coming in quick pants.

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

"I am touching you," he said as he swirled his finger close to her clit, then moved away.

"Oh God. Touch my clit." She whimpered. "Make me come. Please."

He feathered a finger over the small, fleshy nub. A tremor ran through her body. She was exquisite, hovering on the edge of orgasm. He'd barely touched her clit, but he knew that it wouldn't take much more to make her come.

"Open your eyes, Indie," he commanded as he gently stroked upward on her clit.

Her violet eyes flew open as she moaned. He captured her gaze in the mirror.

"Do you see what I see?" he asked, nuzzling her neck as he stroked her again. He could feel her body tensing beneath his touch. "You're perfect, just like this…natural, wild, about to come. Don't close your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you are." He held her gaze and strummed her clit in an unhurried and steady rhythm.

She nodded, her eyes hooded with desire.

He kept his pace slow but increased the pressure of his touch. She began to mewl with each stroke, her body rigid from the orgasm building in her.

He waited for exactly the right moment, reading her body's signals.

She inhaled sharply then released the breath with a groan as she started to come. He pinched her clit hard between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened and she screamed, bucking as he held it for a few seconds. He released the little bundle of nerves then lazily stroked it through the rest of her climax, prolonging it as she shuddered.

Her eyes were bright and her chest heaved as she looked at their reflection. "Holy shit."

"You have such a way with words," he teased.

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Naughty Nov. With Cara McKenna

Despite his scrappy punk packaging, Evan's got a submissive streak in him that's just screaming to be indulged. So on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, Evan's wife Margie arranges for them to ring out his twenties by realizing his darkest fantasy—inviting another man into their bedroom.

Margie's found the perfect candidate for Evan's birthday treat. Paul works as a bouncer at their favorite bar, and lucky for Evan and Margie, he's every bit the sexual Dominant his intimidating body suggests. Evan isn't a hundred percent sure he's ready to go to all the places his kinks seem determined to take him, but one thing's for sure—by the time he wakes on his thirtieth birthday, his fantasy will have become reality.

EXCERPT:

Paul smirked. "How about it, Hennessey? You thirsty for more?"

Evan let the invitation work its magic, shut his eyes and enjoyed the waves of dirty anticipation washing over him for a couple beats before he answered. "Yeah."

He opened his eyes to find Paul still smiling, tongue tracing his lower lip. "Good… How about you come over here?"

Evan swung his legs to the edge of the mattress and stood. He stepped to Paul, stopping with just a foot separating their bodies. He kept his eyes on the floor between their bare feet as he found his breath. He let his gaze drift up the landscape of Paul's intimidating frame, past his bulging shorts to the toned stomach rising and falling, his chest and arms and throat, all the way to Paul's shadowy face. Evan let Paul catch his eyes and hold him in thrall, awaiting instructions. Inviting orders.

"Touch me."

Evan obeyed, surveying Paul's hips, the dents at the tops of his thighs. He massaged the hard muscle there, imagined it flexing and pumping as Paul drove himself deep into Evan's willing body.

"You afraid?" Paul asked, taunting.

"No, just taking my time. I want to remember all of this." His eyes locked on Paul's cock, its broad ridge tenting the cotton only inches from Evan's own erection. It'd take the barest of steps to bring them together and feel the heat and power of Paul's dick against his.

Paul reached down and cupped himself, turning the tease in to pure torture. His big fingers stroked up and down, up and down along the underside of his cock, his thumb on the top telling Evan how thick he must be.

"You wanna see?" Paul asked.

The motion of Paul's hand hypnotized Evan and he couldn't do anything aside from stare for a few seconds. He did want to see it. He wanted to see the dick he'd been promised, the one that would be fucking his ass before long if he went through with this fantasy. "Yeah," he whispered. "Show me."

Paul slid his thumbs behind his waistband and pushed his shorts down, slow, revealing his dark crown and inch after decadent inch of his powerful shaft. His cock was thick, thicker than Evan's and longer, but it felt like a gift, not a threat. His hair was trimmed, buzzed short and tidy as it was on his head. Evan placed his hand just above Paul's base and let the soft bristle graze his palm.

"How do you want me?" Paul asked. "How did you fantasize about it being? With a guy?"

"I want to be used. And you know…bossed around."

Paul grinned, wicked, and licked his lips. "Touch me."

Evan's face heated, warmed by the change in the man's tone. He traced his fingertips along Paul's length, weighed him in his hand. As he gripped him the skin felt as warm and smooth as his own, but so different. His eyes darted over Paul's body, desperate to memorize every detail of this experience.

"Get on your knees for me," Paul said. "Take a good look."

Evan had to close his eyes a moment, jolted by a tremor of fearful excitement. He made it to kneeling, the hard, cold floorboards beneath him the exact right breed of discomfort. Paul's cock stood at perfect chin level. Evan stroked him in one fist, brought his face close and kissed Paul's hipbone, kneaded his thigh with his free hand. His mouth watered, lips tingling.

"I like the way you look at me," Paul murmured.

Evan shivered from that voice. He looked up, eyes caught by Paul's dark ones staring down from so far above him. Evan must've looked like some enraptured disciple, wide eyed and eager. Rounding out the picture, Paul laid an authoritative palm on the back of Evan's head, the other on his face.

"You want it?" Paul asked. His thumb stroked Evan's cheek, traced his lips. "Open up and you can have it."

Evan lingered in the moment, reveling in the anticipation and the resistance. He could see and smell Paul's excitement and his taste buds stung with curiosity. Finally he parted his lips, cast his gaze up to meet Paul's one more time.

"Nice." Paul reached down to grasp his cock and draw his head across Evan's lower lip, then the upper. Evan's tongue ventured out to taste the pre-come, to tease Paul's slit and trigger a groan that rumbled through the man's body. The hand on the back of Evan's head trembled and Paul's hips tensed, pushing the head of his cock between Evan's lips.

"That's it. Take me in." Paul let go of his dick, took Evan's hand and wrapped it there in his place.

Evan's arm shook from the thrill of this moment. He bathed Paul with his tongue, sucked his cock head and did his best to keep his teeth out of the way.

"That's good. Keep that up."

Evan shivered at Paul's deep voice issuing its greedy orders. He imagined how Paul would sound as he fucked Evan, how harsh and mean he'd turn as he got closer and closer to coming. Evan moaned around Paul's dick as he fantasized about how they'd do it—face-to-face, or Evan on his hands and knees, aching to watch.

Paul's fist took over for Evan's and he eased himself out, ran his spit-slick cock across Evan's lips again.

"Lick me."

Evan obeyed, tendered worship with his tongue.

"That's so hot. Show me how much you love my cock. Show me how deep you can take me."

Evan opened his mouth, let Paul push in halfway, went to work sucking that length.

"Good. You want a little more?"

He pulled back enough to mutter, "Please."

Paul laughed softly. "Ooh, please. I like that."

Evan took him deeper. He didn't gag but he missed being able to do more. Paul's hand slid back and he pushed further, filled Evan's mouth and entered his throat, still no gagging.

"Fuck, you're good." Paul eased in the final inch, balls touching Evan's chin. He pulled back, slid out and fisted himself.

Evan took the cue, brought his mouth down to cover Paul's head. He wanted to spoil him, tease and suck until the man came apart.

Paul sounded smug. "You love that, don't you? You love sucking cock."

Evan slipped easily into his role. He freed his mouth to say, "Only yours."

The hand at the base of Evan's skull came forward, thumb brushing his cheek. Paul pushed between Evan's lips again, bossier than before. "You taste that?"

Evan moaned his reply.

"You know what that is? That's the cock that's gonna fuck your tight, virgin ass."

Evan's entire body flashed hot. A tingle spread from Paul's warm, firm hand, oozed from Evan's neck down his spine, telegraphed out to his fingertips, his cock, his toes. He imagined it, that thick, hard length pushing inside him, so much more than Margie had ever given him with her talented fingers. He freed his mouth again.

"You have to go slow with me."

"Oh, I will. I'll make you remember every second. Every inch. Just wait 'til you feel what it's like to come with my cock up your ass. You're gonna lose your fucking mind."

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Naughty Nov. with Lex Valentine

Rock star Gia Santora is at the height of her career when a frightening brush with a psychotic stalker changes her life. Three years later, she's ready for more than a string of one-night stands on the road, but finding a date isn't easy for a woman with a bodyguard. When she meets her sexy young opening act, he pushes all her buttons, sexually and emotionally.

Sin Carstens is rock's hottest new guitar god with a body and a voice to match his name. He takes Gia on a wild sexual ride that has them literally rockin' the tour bus. But Sin's got priorities other than music and sex. He wants a relationship with the commitment-shy Gia. When the stalker gets loose and their lives are on the line, Gia pushes Sin away. But Sin's willing to fight Gia's fears in an effort to win himself the sexiest woman he's ever known, and prove that he can rock her world.

Excerpt:

Fresh from the shower, Sin threaded his way through the groupies that always seemed to fill the backstage area. He slipped away from everyone and headed for the spot he'd found Gia standing in earlier. From that vantage point, he could watch her on stage. He'd somehow sensed her standing there during his set and it had fueled his performance. He played for her, sang for her…rubbed his aching cock against the body of his Strat for her.

The damp strands of his expensively cut hair fell into place automatically as Sin ruffled them with one hand and watched Gia. Dressed in a black leather bustier and matching skintight pants, she had the rock-star look down cold. Her black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves and ringlets like the mane of a show horse. She swiveled her hips and his heart thudded against his rib cage. Sweat trickled down her breastbone and he ached to lick it from her skin. She beckoned to the crowd with long slender fingers tipped with black-lacquered nails and all he could think of was how those fingers would feel wrapped around his cock. The cock that currently strained against the placket of his worn jeans.

From the moment his manager had told him Firewire wanted him to open for them, he'd dreamed of fucking Gia. Of course, he'd dreamed of fucking Gia since he was seventeen years old. Firewire had just burst onto the music scene fronted by the twenty-five-year-old bombshell and his adolescent hormones had done nothing but constantly wonder what she looked like naked. Twelve years later, his thoughts hadn't changed much but his opportunities had.

Sin watched her undulate in the spotlight, her red lips pursed as if she were about to suck on the microphone attached to her headset. God, how he wanted those lips sucking on his cock. The past few weeks had been torture. He'd seen her in passing numerous times but hadn't yet had a chance to speak to her alone.

Usually flanked by James Fox and Derek Vanguard in public, Gia otherwise kept to herself. He'd discovered she had no boyfriend, husband or significant other of any kind. Her bandmates–all big men with as much muscle as the group's bodyguards–closed ranks and protected her from the advances of strangers pretty much 24/7. He understood why. A stalker who'd held her at knifepoint three years ago had taken her straight out of the dating limelight. Her personal life had gone one-hundred-percent underground at that point. If he hadn't been part of the tour, he wouldn't have found out she was unattached.

He watched Firewire's entire set, his gaze glued to Gia's writhing body. At thirty-seven, she looked spectacular. Maybe not quite as hot as she'd been a dozen years ago, but she'd aged well. Her hips might be rounder, her body not as angular, and crow's feet and laugh lines adorned her face now, but Sin didn't care. She sent his temperature soaring.

The lights came down at the end of the last song, but within five seconds, a backlight came on, outlining Derek Vanguard's drum set. A roadie poured water over him as he drank from another water bottle. A low, driving backbeat from his bass drum rumbled through the auditorium. The lights began to pulse with the beat.

Sin blinked in surprise as Gia suddenly appeared in front of him, sweaty, breathless and wide-eyed. Her roadie unzipped the leather bustier and stripped it from her, swiftly pulling a white tank top over her head. For the space of a few heartbeats, Sin saw her naked breasts, the stiff pink nipples thrusting toward him. The roadie stepped behind Gia to pull her hair into a ponytail. Gia drank down a bottle of water, her gaze locked with his.

Fire licked at his groin as he stared at her. He didn't notice the black smears of her eyeliner or the way she couldn't seem to catch her breath. He did notice that her eyes watched him with undisguised lust. Sin took a step closer. Anticipation rushed over him. He grasped her chin and slanted his mouth over hers, smearing her lipstick. She tasted like cherries and he twined his tongue with hers, pressing his throbbing cock to her belly. She rubbed her tongue against his, her eyes wide open, watching him cautiously.

Hands pushed him and he stepped back, breaking the kiss. Gia's roadie hissed angrily at him but he ignored her, keeping his eyes on the woman whose taste still lingered on his mouth.

"Break a leg, baby," he said, touching her bare shoulders in a swift caress.

For an instant they just stared at each other, then the roadie hissed again and Gia took a step backward. As she spun toward the stage she glanced back at him, one eyelid dropping in a wink. Sin's heart stumbled, then began to beat faster. Fuckin' A. He'd kissed Gianna Santora. And she'd winked at him. He felt seventeen again.

Sin took a few steps forward, watching intently as Gia began to sing the band's signature song, a ballad that had every cigarette lighter in the arena lit like ten thousand candles in the night.

Lay with me

Close to my heart

Breathe my air

Let my love start

To heal your wounds

Our love unfurled

You hold me tight

And just rock my world

He held his breath, noting that at least twice she glanced toward him and both times her voice soared, the smoky, sexy tones washing over him, making him ache. He watched and listened as she segued from the ballad into their final encore of the night, a rousing, foot-stomping, fist-raising anthem of pure rock.

By the time she flung her arms around her bandmates and took a bow, the sweat-soaked white tank top had become transparent, outlining her round breasts with their tight nipples. She jogged off-stage, her face incandescent with performance high. She headed straight for him, slamming her whole body into him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she ground her pussy against his thigh and moaned.

Electrified by her touch, Sin kissed her hard. Just as he thrust his tongue into her mouth she pulled back, her violet eyes wide, her gaze intense.

"I'm not a cheater and I don't share," she growled, her voice raspy from sixty minutes of singing and screaming.

Heart hammering, Sin thrust his hands into her damp hair, dislodging the ponytail holder. "Me either. I broke up with Shanna two months ago. She couldn't handle me yelling your name every time I came," he admitted.

His palms absorbed the shock that rippled through her. She grasped his hand.

"Let's get out of here."

The next few minutes passed in a haze of lust and anticipation. Gia pulled him through the throngs of people toward an exit. Vaguely he realized she'd muttered something to her roadie and to Fox as they passed. Derek smacked him on the ass and Ray-Ray hooted. Next thing Sin knew, they were sprawled in a limo, lips locked and bodies rubbing urgently together as the car sped toward their hotel. He palmed her breasts through the damp tank top.

"Oh God, I've dreamed of this since I was seventeen years old," he mumbled against her mouth.

Gia froze, her lithe body pinning him to the leather seat. She stared at him with emotion-dark eyes for several seconds. Then, with a visible swallow, she thrust herself away from him, sitting up.

Sin levered himself upright, his stomach lurching. Damn his stupid mouth. He wasn't a kid anymore but excitement at being with her made him feel and react like one. It had been years since he'd been so gauche with a woman. He looked into her stony face and his stomach fell. Shit. It would take some fancy footwork to get back to the point where they were sucking face and humping on the limo seat again. Sin figured he'd better start dancing.

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Naughty Nov. with Kele Moon

[image error]Three lifelong friends find themselves tangled in a web of love, pain and dangerous secrets in this erotic Garden of Eden tale.

Tall, dark and handsome Danny Carlow has always gotten whatever he wants except for the two he wants more than anything—his best friends, lovers Paul and Eve. Determined, he waits like a snake in the grass, poised for the right moment to offer them a temptation too delicious to resist.

Artist Eve Everton makes the painful decision to leave her true love Paul for the siren call of New York City. Ten years later, with her life in shambles, she returns. When Paul's waiting arms aren't available, Eve falls for Danny's charm and finds herself a willing accomplice in the dangerous games Danny plays.

Former college football star Paul Mattling is now a successful attorney with a bright future ahead of him. But behind those brilliant blue eyes are secret desires for a taste of the forbidden. Will he play it safe or give in to Danny and Eve and bite the apple?

Reader Advisory: Not for the faint of heart, the pain in this story is vivid and real, the emotions even more so. Haunting and poignant, Beyond Eden presents a darker side of BDSM. You might gasp. You might cry. You might find yourself reading it again and again.

Excerpt:

"Shut up, Paul Guy." Eve tangled her fingers in his hair, jerking his head back in a way that had him groaning and arching into her obediently. "I want you to let me taste."

Paul parted to her again, their moans mingling when her tongue swept into his mouth in a soft, feminine gesture he had missed so profoundly he found himself falling forward under the force of it. He cupped her face, his tongue following Eve's until he was suddenly drowning in her. His large body draped over hers at Danny's feet on the wooden floor and he gasped from the sensation of having Eve beneath him again. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he ground himself into her, craving her in a way he had never experienced before. Loving her and losing her had made the want between them a thousand times more intense. He wanted to fuck her right there. He was completely heedless of Danny's ominous presence over them he burned for her that badly .

"I'm dying." Eve moaned, her head lolling to the side on the wooden floor so that her face was hidden in rainbow-colored silk and thick red hair. "Help me."

Paul buried his face into the soft curve of her neck as he searched for sanity, licking at smooth, pale skin and inhaling the intoxicating scent of flower shampoo and dark, forbidden perfume. He reminded himself of Danny and all it did was make him ache more, the knowledge that he and Eve were probably trapping themselves in their own web without realizing it.

Eve arched into him desperately. "Please."

"Okay." Paul forgot Danny as he placed a soft kiss against the base of her throat where her heartbeat was thumping erratically. He turned away from the addicting taste of Eve's skin just long enough to suck on two of his fingers. He got them wet, then slid his hand past the waistline of her leather pants and got the first feel of what had her thrashing beneath him. "Oh, fuck, Evie," he groaned as he crumpled into her.

He had never felt a woman this wet, never had one so needy and desperate that she was literally mindless beneath him. The fact that it was Eve had him forcing his hips firmly against hers, leaving little room for his hand to move, but he pushed two fingers into her anyway. He groaned when Eve screamed, her whole body jerking from just his hand on her. He let his fingers fuck her tight, hot pussy in a way that had his cock throbbing in jealousy, curving them upward to touch the spot inside her he wished he had known about the last time they'd done this.

Eve started gasping and moaning as she pushed her hips into his hand spastically, rutting into him as she helped him get her off. Her whole body was wound up so tightly she was literally quivering beneath him as his fingers moved inside her. Paul felt like he was feeling it with her because he knew from experience the insane high that came from mixing pleasure with a fetish that shut down your brain to the point one would do anything to trigger it.

What the hell was vanilla sex next to this?

Paul leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue sliding past her lips that had parted in a low, breathy moan. Eve reacted immediately, her whole body tensing around him. Her head jerked back, breaking the kiss with a scream as he felt her start to spasm around his fingers. Paul groaned, biting his tongue as he leaned down and hid in her hair, fighting his body that wanted to come with her. He was literally shaking over her, his body clenching to the sounds of her long, surrendering moans. If he didn't love pain as much as he did, he would have given in and just completely lost it, because he had never been so painfully hard.

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Naughty Nov. With Belle Andre

It's been five years since Lily Ellis and Travis Carson got married and fell in love in TAKE ME….now it's finally time for Janica Ellis and Luke Carson to get their very own happy ending.

If there's one thing that Janica Ellis is absolutely certain of, it's that she and Luke Carson are totally wrong for each other. She's a wild, artistic and outspoken fashion designer. He's a type A, workaholic trauma surgeon (who just happens to be sizzling hot and her brother-in-law!). But Janica is about to be proven wrong when opposites attract…in the sexiest possible way.

After a life-changing night in the ER, Luke is desperate for escape – and relief from his personal demons. For five years he has fought his attraction to his sister-in-law, but when he's pushed too far, he can't fight it another second. He needs her. Desperately. He's spent his whole life doing the right thing. For one night, he's going to follow desire instead. Straight into Janica's arms.

Janica can't believe Luke is finally at her front door…and that he's kissing her like he's been waiting his whole life to touch her. But even as their sensual connection deepens with every touch of skin on skin – and the man she always thought was such a good boy turns out to be sinfully, toe-curlingly bad between the sheets – Janica soon realizes she wants more than Luke's body. She wants his heart too. But what will Luke do when one night of extreme passion turns into an all or nothing proposition?

Excerpt:


Janica couldn't get enough of Luke.

She could feel the warmth of his skin beneath his clothes as her hands roamed down his back, then back up and across his broad, muscular shoulders, but it wasn't good enough. She wanted to know the feel of him beneath her fingertips.

Skin on skin.

Let the love begin.

Oh yeah.

She couldn't remember ever feeling like this, so utterly consumed by a man, so frantic to get him naked, to feast her eyes and hands and mouth on every inch of his body. Sex had always been at the top of her favorite-things list, but this desire-this total, all-encompassing need-was something else entirely.

So different, in fact, that as she yanked his T-shirt out of his pants and broke their kiss long enough to pull it up over his head, she started freaking out a little bit.

Because with his torso bared before her, with all of that hard heat at her disposal to caress and run her tongue across, she wanted so many things so powerfully all at once that instead of being able to do any of them she found herself paralyzed.

Pressing her hands flat against his chest, she could feel the beating of his heart against her palms. A hard, fast pounding that mirrored her own heartbeat.

So many years she'd dreamed of this moment, so many years she'd thought it would never come, and now that it had, she felt almost frightened.

She lifted her eyes to his at the exact moment that her heart said, I love you.

No.

She stumbled back from Luke, or tried to, but his arms were faster than she was.

She hadn't read love in his eyes at any point so far tonight, only lust. Pure lust. And now he was saying, "Yes or no?" in a low voice that rumbled through her entire body like a sensual earthquake.

Oh god. It couldn't be true.

She couldn't be in love with Luke.

Of all the stupid things to feel for him, love was definitely the stupidest.

She swallowed hard, made herself locate her voice, which felt like it had dropped way down deep into her toes.

"To what question?"

"Tonight. This. You and me."

Ah, now she got it. He was asking her if she could forget about who they were. About their past. About how this could thoroughly complicate their future. He was asking her to make a choice between risking everything she was for this one night…or running scared from it.

She hadn't been afraid of anything for a very long time. So why, she wondered helplessly, was she afraid now?

And why had her brain actually thrown the word love into the mix?

His hands were warm on the small of her back, just above the curve of her ass. The heat of his bare chest radiated out to her as she stood in his arms. A bone-deep longing to shut her eyes and lay her head against him while he held her close hit her hard.

God, what was wrong with her tonight? Here she was on the verge of getting everything she'd ever wanted and instead of grabbing Luke with both hands, dragging him to her bedroom, and having her dirty way with him, she was freaking out.

"Yes or no?" he repeated.

She tried to say yes, but all she could get out was, "You already know the answer."

He shook his head, just as she'd known he would. He wasn't the kind of man you could fool. He was too smart. Too quick.

"I want to hear you say it, Janica. I need to hear you say it."

His need rocked through her. She couldn't say no to him. Just as she couldn't say no to herself, to her own desperate need.

She licked her lips. Opened her mouth. Finally whispered, "Yes."

That one small word was all it took for him to take over. His hands moved so fast from her back to the low neckline of her short black dress that her breath caught in her throat.

Through the thin fabric she could feel his hands on the curves of her breasts and her nipples beaded almost painfully. Because she was small enough to let the built-in bra in the dress do the work of keeping everything in place, her nipples jutted out at him, silently begging him to touch her.

A split second later, he ripped the front of her dress open, fully exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes.

She gasped in shock. Who was this man, she wondered as she instinctively moved to cover herself.

Before she could, his hands came around her wrists to hold her arms at her sides.

"No. Let me see you." His chest was rising and falling hard. "I've waited so damn long."

His eyes burned her skin, causing a flush to travel all across her breasts. But the heat did nothing to stop her nipples from hardening further.

"My God, you're beautiful."

No one had ever looked at her this way, like she was absolutely, impossibly perfect.

"So beautiful, Janica, I can't believe it."

She tried to say something but she still couldn't catch her breath.

Not with her dress ripped open to her waist. Not with Luke's eyes drinking her in. Not with those wonderful things coming from his mouth.

Not with her wrists immobilized by his strong grip.

And then he was bending his head down and she felt the first flutter of his soft hair against her collarbone as he lowered his mouth down over one breast.

A low, uncontrollable moan of pleasure shook her throat. She wanted to put her hands on the back of his head, hold him there forever against her, but he wouldn't let her go.

All she could do was stand there and let him taste her.

Oh my god. His tongue. And then-yes, yes, yes!-his teeth were lightly scoring her sensitive flesh.

"Luke."

His name was a plea. For mercy.

Or maybe, for the exact opposite.

And that was when she realized he understood her better than she did herself, because instead of letting up, instead of giving her a chance to catch her breath, he shifted his dangerous attention from one breast to the other.

The touch of his lips, his tongue, the dark stubble on his jaw, stroking across her untouched skin, sent another jolt of pure desire through her, head to toe, strong enough that she didn't know how her body was managing to hold it all inside without breaking apart.

She arched into his mouth to get closer, every cell in her body focused on three square inches. His jaw was covered in rough stubble and she loved the way it felt as it scraped and scratched against her skin.

And then his mouth was traveling up over the small curves of her breasts, across her collarbone, settling in the hollow. His tongue tasted her there, and it struck her that feeling Luke's kiss on her shoulder was one of the most erotic moments of her life, outranking every orgasm she'd ever had with anyone else.

She wanted to taste him too, wanted to run her hands and mouth over every inch of his beautiful body. But he was still holding her too tight.

She tried to pull herself out of his bonds and his hands tightened on her wrists.

He pulled his mouth away from her skin. His eyes were dark, dangerous.

"Don't fight me. Not tonight."

It wasn't just the sensual spell he had wound around her or the look in his eyes that had her giving in. It was the fact that those five words, said in such a commanding voice, held not only more desire than she'd ever known, but also more pain.

Luke needed her.

She'd never been the kind of woman who looked for broken men to try and heal. But Luke wasn't just any man. He had always been special.

Even when she wished he wasn't.

She'd been waiting for five years – no, a decade or more – for this moment to come to fruition. And now that it was here, she would willingly walk down whatever path he wanted to lead her down.

Deep down, she knew that Luke Carson was destined to give her great pleasure. Bigger and better than she had ever dreamed was possible.

And, if dreams really did come true, maybe he'd give her even more than pleasure.

Maybe he'd give her love.

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Naughty Nov. With Eliza Gayle

Snooping is risky business…sometimes it pays off in unexpected ways.

Jenn has been in love with her best friend since college and despite their years apart she is determined to at least find out if he has any interest in her. When the opportunity opens up in the form of a job interview in his hometown, she jumps on a plane with a plan to see what happens.

Riley walked away from Jenn after college to explore and understand the dark side of him that harbored needs he knew she was too young to understand. They kept in touch and after years of exploration into his kinks, he's decided the time for hiding the truth from the woman he loved has come to an end.

When Jenn finds a BDSM book and a flyer for a local sex club in his condo, she is both shocked and intrigued. Riley catches her red-handed snooping through his things and dares her to give him and his lifestyle a chance. Two days to explore her potential submissive side and see where it leads.

With no hesitation and barely a thought to how far he might go, she jumps at the chance to prove she's the woman for him, even if it's just for the weekend.

Excerpt:

Riley disappeared through the door, and Jenn practically tore her blouse to get it off. Her skin had become so sensitized that even the fabric rubbing over her was too much.

Every muscle tensed and throbbed as she waited for him. She'd never been so aroused or needy in her life, and she couldn't handle it. It didn't even faze her that she stood in an empty room half naked. At this point, she'd have preferred it if he'd requested full nudity. The black lace bra and panty set might look nice, but her tight nipples needed to be free. Not to mention, the panties had gone beyond damp to soaking wet a long time ago.

The urge to masturbate increased tenfold with every passing moment. She no longer had a reasonable concept for how long she stood there waiting. It could have been three minutes or thirty minutes for all she knew. Her brain focused intensely on the pulse in her clit and the ache of her heavy breasts.

With little thought to what Riley would want, Jenn reached inside her underwear and rubbed across her aching nub. Shocks of pleasure spiked through her heated sex almost painfully. Her finger massaged the wanting flesh as she felt the beginning build up of a release. Yes, if she could come she'd be able to focus on whatever Riley needed without distraction.

"What are you doing?"

Jenn gasped and jerked her hand free of the lace panties. Oh God. He'd caught her trying to pleasure herself.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an answer." His lips were set in a firm disapproving line.

"I…uh…I'm sorry, Riley. God, this is so embarrassing. I can't stand here and talk about this with you."

"That's exactly what you're going to do. I don't care if you're embarrassed as much as I care about you being able to answer my questions and talk openly to me about anything. Are you ashamed of touching yourself or ashamed that you got caught?"

"I'm not ashamed. I've masturbated for as long as I can remember, but nobody's ever walked in on me." She licked her lips and took a long steady breath in a feeble attempt to calm her racing heart. He'd embarrassed her, but it hadn't stopped the throbbing between her legs. In fact, standing with her eyes cast somewhat down left her with a decent view of his bare chest. When had he developed so many muscles?

She wanted to do a little exploring, she'd like to help him out of his clothes so she could rub all over him. She'd always wondered what his cock looked like. From the outline of the bulge at his crotch, she doubted she'd be disappointed.

"Look at me, Jenn."

Slowly, she raised her gaze.

"I asked you to stand in position and wait for me. Why did you fail to do so? Are you having second thoughts?"

"No." She shook her head furiously. "It's just that I…"

"Just what? You've got to be able to talk to me about anything but especially about our sexual encounters. Otherwise, I could end up doing something that would make you leave."

He was right. Her embarrassment mattered little in this situation. They were playing a serious game, and she needed to put on her big girl pants already.

"Ever since I walked through your front door, I've been aroused, but when I stripped down and stood waiting for you exactly as you requested, the need became painful and I had to do something about it because I couldn't take it anymore." She fought against the trembling of her body, determined to stand in position and follow instructions. She wanted this.

"That's more like it." His thumb trailed down her cheek, sending a sensual spike to her nipples and clit. "You're going to be my baby girl in every sense, and I couldn't be more excited. However, you disobeyed your first task so there will be some punishment for that." He pulled her arm and slid his hand into hers, entwining their fingers. "Normally at this point, I would either send you home or send you to bed, leaving you to want all night long, but since we only have two days we're going to do things a bit differently." He led her to one of the leather benches and took a seat.

"I want you to stand right there and remove the rest of your clothing so I can watch." His hands smoothed down her thighs and tickled the backs of her knees. "You've changed since college, grown more beautiful than ever."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Go ahead. Take them off."

Jenn hesitantly reach behind her back for her bra hook and released the clasp. The material slipped forward, and Riley slid his hands up her stomach to cup her breasts. The agonizing sweet sensation of his hands on her aching flesh tore a low moan from her throat. Eager for more of his touch, she arched her back and thrust her chest forward. Riley rewarded her with a small squeeze.

"I've wanted you forever, Riley, but I never had the courage to tell you." Need for him clenched in her chest. Why had she waited so long?

"I think we both needed to wait for the right time." He leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around a nipple and suckled hard.

Her pussy squeezed violently and moisture trickled to the tops of her thighs. This was so much more than she'd expected. She'd thought Riley was sweet and loving, but to her delight, he possessed a dark side that promised pleasure beyond her imagination.

Her head fell back and her eyes slid closed with the sensations spiraling through her.

"Open your eyes, Jenn. I want you to watch everything I do."

Her eyes flew open, she glanced down, and the sight of his tongue laving her nipple filled her vision. "It's so good I can't help it," she gasped.

"Keep them open, or I'll stop."

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Naughty Nov. With Cari Quinn

Blurb:

Briefs are Elena Thomas's life, whether they're legal at her day job or on the men in the erotic novels she writes. She's just fine with saving her imagination for her books until temptation appears in the form of Nunzio, the smokin'-hot office IT guy. When he discovers one of her scorching books shooting out of the printer, Elena's not sure if he wants her because she's inventive or because he thinks she's desperate. That doesn't stop her from taking advantage of his "services".

On her desk. On the copier. And, oh yeah—in her boss's chair.

Nunzio's shocked to learn Elena's wall-hugging persona hides a wildcat of a woman with delicious fantasies and an enticing wit. She's exactly what he's been looking for in an adventurous lover—and girlfriend. He knows she enjoys their sexual research. Now he just has to convince her that sizzling sex is only the first chapter of their blazing-hot romance.  

Excerpt:

Nunzio flicked her nipple until she gasped. "Are you wearing panties?"

"A thong."

This was new. "Are they wet?"

She roped her fingers around the base of his cock, a sinuous vine that curled tighter and tighter. "See for yourself."

He helped her out of her pants and shoes then molded his hands to the plump globes of her ass. Skin as soft as the most precious silk warmed under his strokes. He explored the thin strip of fabric between her cheeks, following the path up to the tiny knotted strings at each hip. He lifted a brow, easing back slightly to gaze down at her. He wouldn't have guessed she owned anything that skimpy. That she dressed so provocatively underneath her business clothes only added one more layer to an already appealing package.

Then again, he didn't really know her. Not yet. But he would.

"What do you think?" she asked, taking his hand and sliding it between thighs already saturated with her arousal.

She arched as he toyed with the damp strip of material between her legs, tearing a moan from her as the material twisted against her sensitive flesh. "I think you're drenched."

Appreciation for that fact made him eager and clumsy, and it took him more than one try to get her underwear off. Finally he touched the quivering heart of her. That she was so pliant and trusting in his arms only made him want her more.

He swallowed her breathy moans as the slick wetness of her sex drew his finger deep. While he explored her, he matched the rhythm of his kisses to his movements, coaxing her tongue into his mouth until he could suck on her the way her pussy sucked at his digit.

Her dark eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks when he pushed two fingers in, her body clenching from the fresh intrusion. So damn tight. His breath caught as he felt the first flutters along her inner walls. He loved hearing her throaty moans as he made her come. Loved everything about being with her. The way she threw her head back, the way her eyes glittered, the musky perfume of their joining.

He was addicted to her. And already he knew he was in too deep.

"Fuck me. Please."

As if she had to ask.

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