Red Hot Steamy Romance Boxed Set: A Steamy Military Romance Series Collection

by Penelope Wylde

  How was that possible? How could this man have such power over her pleasure? It no longer frightened her, but sent a rush of anticipation through her.

  “Jesus, baby. You’re breathtaking.”

  “What now, Dyson?” Her voice low, husky with need.

  “I can see smell all those sweet juices. Touch yourself; stroke your finger across your wet flesh.”

  Shay lowered her hand to do as he asked, fingers poised just above her soft pink folds, ready to sink her fingers into her channel.

  “No,” he demanded roughly. “One finger only. One finger, from pussy to clit.” She loved how his voice reached into her, guiding her hand as his own.

  She locked their gaze, her womb vibrated with building tremors, ready to cum for him just from watching him stroke his dick.

  He fisted his engorged cock, the head swollen with its own need for release. She knew the feeling. A moan escaped, and she bit her lip, forcing herself to focus. She had plenty of experience in making herself orgasm. Now she wanted Dyson to make her cum.

  His gaze darted to her mouth, his own lips parted as if he wanted to be the one doing the biting. Heat flushed her skin. Shay trailed her hand from her breasts down along her abdomen, his eyes fixated on her every move.

  She parted her folds, placing a single finger at her heated entrance. It was too much. She needed to take the edge off. Just a little. Her pussy clenched as she sank a finger, then two in her soaked channel. She flung her head back, her core trembled and her knees grew weak. She slowly withdrew her fingers only to push them back in.

  She moaned low and long.

  So good, but her body already ached for more. Ached for him.

  She straightened, her vision clouded with pleasure.

  “Ahh…that will cost you, precious.” His gravely tone held a delicious and sinful promise she hoped he fulfilled.

  Dyson pushed up from his reclined position on the bed and crossed the room. With determination set in his features, he advanced on her.

  Deeply grooved muscles rippled with each step, his attention locked on her. Her eyes darted between the dangers of the molten fire shining in his eyes and the massive cock that bobbed against his abdomen.

  Panting, flutters of anticipation tickled the bottom of her stomach and worked up her chest. She withdrew her drenched fingers.

  He took a final step, stopping just out of her reach. “Suck them clean, baby. Taste your sweet nectar and see why I can’t get enough of you on my tongue.”

  Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never actually done something so erotic as to taste her own girl-cum. Hadn’t she wondered what they tasted like earlier? She cast her eyes downward at the thought. Could she do as he demanded? Sure, she’d kissed him after he’d gone down on her, but she’d never taken a sip directly from the well, so to speak.

  She looked up, licking her soft lips. His eyes darkened to a rich, golden brown, filled with something more than just lust and desire, challenging her to do as he commanded. “Let me help.” He stepped into her space and grasped her wrist in a firm but gentle hold.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, he wrapped his warm lips around one finger then the next. The hot liquid of his mouth teasing her senses.

  “Now it’s your turn, precious.” God, she hated pet names, but when he looked at her and uttered them with such gentleness, her heart melted.

  With his fingers enclosed around her own, he guided them back to her opening.

  Shockwaves rocked her core with the slightest brush of her fingers.

  He pushed their joined fingers past her snug entrance and deeper into her cunt.

  “Please, Dyson.” She was so close.

  “Not yet.” His voice anchored her to the here and now, but all she wanted was to give in to the lustful desires to cum and fall over the edge with all the new emotions overtaking her.

  “Soon,” he repeated, his voice pitched lower, tight with control.

  He withdrew their fingers and brought them level with her mouth. “Suck them like you do my cock.”

  From under hooded eyes, he watched as she leaned closer, easing her lips around a single digit of his while offering hers to him. He wasted no time in sucking her clean, his tongue doing a delicious wrap around her finger that made her think of how she wanted to wrap her tongue around another body part of his.

  A brisk ocean breeze broke past the half-closed curtain, cooling her overheated skin, but the tropical wind was a small relief from the fire that consumed her.

  She’d been so enchanted by their foreplay she’d lost track of where they were. Waves crashed against the sand.

  Dyson pulled her flush against him. Her more feminine body molded to his rock-hard body.

  “You look beautiful in the moonlight, baby, but I love the way the strokes of sunlight kiss your smooth skin. You looked like a goddess in the golden light of the sunset today. You took my breath away. Just like you’re doing now.”

  He twirled her around to face out toward the water beyond the window, settling a hand over her abdomen. “See how the light teases the water?” His words played in her loose hair when he whispered close to her ear. “How it strokes the surface? That’s how your body responds to my touch. Always moving, seeking more.”

  Shay’s heart skipped a beat at the seductive words. She reclined her head against his shoulder, allowing him better access to her neck as he kissed his way down. Soft lips caressed her in between small nibbles along her jaw and throat.

  He eased his hands slowly down the sides of her body, stoking the fire hotter. She arched, thrusting her ass against his pulsating thickness.

  His cock slipped between her thighs. Sensations threatened to take over, and her eyes fluttered closed when he pushed a finger past her folds in search of the pearl nestled there.

  She bit back a scream of pleasure from the light strokes he administered to her overly-sensitive bud. “Baby, open your eyes. Look at how the light caresses you as I pleasure your beautiful body.” He flung the curtain back. Beams of moonlight flooded the room, bathing her body with its coolness.

  She pulled away from the window, but a firm hand held her in place, pressing her closer. He did that a lot. Directing her moves when she wanted something else. “Trust me, baby. I won’t let anything happen. You’re safe here. With me.”

  She knew he told the truth. “Forever?”

  Shay turned slightly to look into his eyes. Her body relaxed from the truth she saw in the depth of his gaze.

  “Forever, baby.” He held her gaze for one heartbeat. Two. Three. And right then, there was nowhere in the world she rather be than with her Marine.

  He pushed any lingering worries to the back of her mind with a kiss so deep she lost herself completely to him.

  He broke their kiss. “Open for me.” Unable to deny the excitement his touch brought her, Shay placed her foot on the chair again, ready for whatever he had in mind.

  Callused hands parted her legs, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. “Place your hands on the windowsill for me.”

  She did as he commanded and bent over. A swift smack landed on her left butt cheek, followed by warm licks and kisses. Her back arched against the surprise, sending a warm flush of heat up her body straight to her nipples.

  “Lean farther. I want more of you.” His words were rough with the same need that echoed deep within her.

  His tongue bathed her from clit to ass in one long lash. Shay bit her lip, shocked. He parted her cheeks more and breathed against her heated flesh. “Not today, but soon I’m going to claim every part of you, Shay.” He swirled a finger around the small back entrance, pressing lightly.

  She turned to look at him over her shoulder. His thumb stroked her asshole while his other worked her clit. Excitement rushed her head on from the overwhelming sensations bombarding her senses.

  She’d almost walked out on this. All because of fear. She didn’t know how she would save her business or fix the other myriad of problems mounting in her life, but she kn
ew one thing. As long as Dyson Ward was there, everything else would fall into place.

  She rocked her hips and let her eyes slip closed.

  It took a man strong enough for the both of them to face the fear, to teach her just how powerful a connection love could be. Her heart swelled, and she silently made a promise to herself to push past her fears and allow love a place in her life.

  Dyson dragged his hot, wet tongue over her one last time and made her suck in a harsh breath. He stood, pressing his cock to her pussy.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  She turned, taken aback by the handsome man she now called her own. He thought she looked beautiful in the moonlight, when he was stunning in every sense of the word. Rugged and so powerful. Gentle in his touch, yet so strong. For her and for them.

  “I want you to know you’re safe. Here in my arms, my bed, my life. And if the day ever came when I wasn’t here by your side, my love would still be with you—still live on in your heart. No amount of space or time will ever rob you of that. Promise me you understand.”

  Tears clogged her throat. All he ever wanted was to be loved. She saw that now. She must have hurt him deeply when she’d turned him away before.

  “I do, amor. More than I could ever explain.” Relief flitted across his face, and she smiled in return. “Now fuck me hard, claim me and make me yours. And Dyson, I want your baby.”

  “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell to hear from your lips.”

  He gripped her hips and edged his shaft to her entrance. With one thrust he buried himself balls-deep in her silk, velvety pussy. He paused and she pushed back, her body stretching to accommodate his full length.

  A mixture of passion and love crashed over her. Her senses on overload, all thoughts washed away, leaving her with nothing but pure pleasure.

  “So close, baby. So close.” She anchored her hands on the sill and spread her legs farther as Dyson began to move within her in long strokes.

  Hints of ocean air drifted over them, and she revealed in the kaleidoscope of sensations.

  “Harder. Faster, Dyson.”

  He followed her demand, his thrusts deep, rocking her past anything she’d ever felt before. Love had a way of changing so much.

  “Get ready to cum for me, baby. I want our juices mixing.” She pushed back against him. Ready. Oh, so ready.

  “Take me, amor. I’m yours,” she breathed out between gasps of air.

  Their bodies fused as white-hot electricity shot through her. Jets of his seed pumps deep within her releasing her own orgasm. Warm liquid flooded her core are their juices mix, their lives finally entwined.

  He pulled her up from her bent position to cradle her close to his chest. His heart pounded against her cheek, and she smiled.

  “Mine,” he purred in her ear.

  “Mine,” she whispered back with a soft touch to his heart with trembling fingers.

  “It’s yours, baby. And everything else I have to give you. We’ll figure it out. Just know you don’t have to face anything on your own again.”

  Dios, she was so lucky. “I know we’ll figure it out. The shop, Abigail’s tuition, even Bautista.”

  She raised a brow at the playful smirk that tipped the corners of his mouth just seconds before he threw her.

  A yelp escaped her lips as soft bedding engulfed her from all sides. She laughed for the first time in a very long while and felt it deep in her soul. “The night’s not over, and I have an insatiable thirst for mango and vanilla, it seems.”

  He pinned her to the bed, each arm anchored with a hand at her wrists. He started just above her sex and licked his way up, only pausing long enough to nibble on her stomach before stopping at her heavy breasts. He popped a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked hard and long on the tender, pillowy flesh. “I finally have my precious treasure.”

  She couldn’t agree more. Shay closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasures of loving her Marine.

  THE END

  Fresh out of college one innocent, sassy Latina is about to find out what four rough hands and two dirty-talking mouths can do to a woman's curvy body…

  She's off limits as our new executive assistant and is one hundred percent pure f-ing temptation every day of the week.

  Beautiful, intelligent, fiercely independent and with a body that could make two grown men fall to their knees.

  We're war-hardened Marines with our own set of rules: Focus on business, stay away from the too-damn-young virgins, and never fall for the hired help.

  Point being we knew better than to hire a newly minted college graduate with no experience, but what can we say? She is the one. Her big green eyes, beautiful brain, and untouched curvy body is our brand of sin and worth breaking all our rules over.

  Five months is long enough to wait to claim our all too innocent secretary. And if not, too damn bad.

  We've always shared and when our new secretary shows up late with trouble hot on her ass, there's no way we won't step in to serve and protect as a team.

  Her past is as colorful as our dirty pillow talk and when sh*t hits the fan and bullets fly we'll burn the world to the ground to protect our pretty little virgin.

  Author's naughty note: Love double the obsessive, growly alpha AF heroes? We're talking two alpha Marines who will fight for their heroine and let nothing keep them from claiming what is theirs. If you want an over-the-top office romance that's focused all on her pleasure and utterly filthy, then this romance is just for you! This is a m/f/m romance and as always with a Penelope Wylde book, this one is safe with a HEA!

  Chapter One

  Abigail Torres tapped her pen on the mahogany table that took up half the small conference room, staring out over the Los Angeles skyline. From the sixteenth floor of the Re-Con Securities building the entire city spread out beneath her like a tapestry of multicolored patches pieced together by an interlocking grid of asphalt. Ripples of heat emitted off the top of the surrounding building made everything appear as if caught in the shimmering web of a mirage.

  She bit back a nervous laugh. There was one thing about this morning that definitely wasn’t an illusion.

  Abigail wet her lips and passed her thumb across the smooth glass surface of her cell phone and recalled the photos from her email earlier this morning. She’d been checking her work email while waiting for coffee and damn near choked on her first sip when provocative snapshots of herself splashed across the small screen. Intimate pictures of private moments at her home. Images no one could have or should have of her in their possession.

  Cold chills worked the length of her spine and forced a shiver to ripple through her body. The idea of how those ill-gotten images were taken tightened her stomach with fear.

  If someone saw those images her short time with Re-con Securities would end before she had a chance at digging her and her sister out of debt.

  Abigail tried to swallow, her throat suddenly dry.

  Several scenarios ran through her head at the reasons behind someone shooting those images, much less sending them to her work email. What if her bosses had opened the email before she could delete them?

  Fear washed through her like a tidal wave at the thought. What if they had received a copy in their emails? No, couldn’t be she tried to reassure herself. They wouldn’t be sitting so calmly in their meeting.

  No one had contacted her. Stranger yet, there had been no email to mark who the sender was. Anonymous or otherwise. How was that even possible?

  Some blackmailing son of a bitch would sooner or later reach out. Right?

  Her fingers flexed around the hard case of her phone. And when they did, what? What would she do? She had nothing anyone should want. Maybe she had a stalker. Some peeping tom that got their rocks off scaring the living hell out of women who lived alone.

  Her sister never did like the idea of her living outside the city all alone. She, on the other hand, loved star gazing and skinny dipping in her lake behind her house. Something easily done when your clos
est neighbor was five miles down the road.

  She mentally ticked off who said possible stalker could be. At the top sat her slimy ex-fiancé, but why condemn the man without proof? After so long would he still be angry with her for walking away? And if it wasn’t him? Who else could it be? Her life began and ended with her job. No going out for drinks or rowdy weekend parties or hookups to etch into her bedposts.

  Sweat trickled the length of her spine and her foot danced in place beneath the table.

  A deep masculine voice and a gentle hand on her right shoulder brought her out of her turmoil with a jolt. She swiveled in the office chair, and her attention flitted between the two sets of dark, inquisitive eyes locked on her. She stifled the urge to blurt everything out before they could question her, but a shot of common sense sent her misplaced need for comfort running for the hills. This was not their problem.

  Heat flushed her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling, Mr. Hunter. Did I miss something?”

  She peered up into a set of dark, piercing eyes and read the answer as if he’d spoken the words.

  Yeah, that was what she thought. She’d been so wrapped up in her thoughts, the entire meeting zipped by unnoticed.

  When she first started working for them, she’d thought both men to be uncaring and as cold as their names suggested. She quickly learned the opposite. Nothing about these two former Marines was frigid. Quite the opposite, in fact. More like, warm, inviting, and accommodating to their new personal executive assistant.

  Like now. Not an ounce of anger showed in their expressions.

  Both Reece’s and Caden’s signature expressions were set firmly in place. Their lips quirked up in that half-grin, bad boy tilt that drove her wild. The amount of energy it took to keep that fact under lock and key during her eight hours, sometimes more, of working side by side with these tempting older men left her exhausted come closing time.