by Angel, April
Table of Contents
~ Acclaim for April Angel ~
~ Look for these titles from April Angel ~
Copyright Warning
~ Dedication ~
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
~ About the Author ~
~ Also by April Angel ~
~ Also by Milly Taiden ~
~ More Erotic Romance from Etopia Press ~
~ Acclaim for April Angel ~
For Mr. Buff
“Mr. Buff was hot. Not only the character himself, with his suave confidence and hypnotizing dominance, but the story was all-round HOT. In a short amount of pages April Angel wove a deliciously naughty story…”
—Riverina Romantics
“This was my first read by this author, but there's no way I'm going to miss out on anything else she writes. …Ms Angel sure knows how to write sex scenes. They're raw, carnal, explosive, very descriptive and the words tickle your nerves from head to toe.”
—Ms. Romantic Reads
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Mr. Buff Sizzling Encounters Book One
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Wynter’s Captive
Wicked Valentine
Sizzling Encounters Book Two
April Angel
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Wicked Valentine
Copyright © 2013 by April Angel
ISBN: 978-1-939194-61-9
Edited by Melinda Fulton
Cover by Amanda Kelsey
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First Etopia Press electronic publication: January 2013
~ Dedication ~
For my girls: Jewel Fernandez, Yoli Ventura, Diamond Bermudez, Leda Verber, Carrie Fort, and Lindsay Avalon. Thank you for your support. You are the best fans anyone could ask for and I appreciate every single one of your wonderful words. Your continued encouragement for me to write some more is priceless. Heidi Hutchinson, you’re my writing rock. I have no words to thank you for taking the time to listen, encourage and help. For my awesome editor, Melinda, you’re amazing. Thanks DeAnna for helping make this wicked story sound as awesome as possible. And for everyone who has picked up one of my books, thank you.
Chapter One
What in the hell was wrong with this picture? She was at a retreat, or what she liked to think of as a stupid idea someone with too much time had come up with to push her and her coworkers into learning to communicate better, get a feel for what each employee wanted to get out of the job, and figure out a way to provide better service…and some other crap she couldn’t remember at the moment.
Why in the world did she have to be there? She slapped her calf, killing off another mosquito. Darkness enveloped the group around the campfire, which made it easy for her glance over to the side and chug on the wine bottle, the one she had strategically placed next to the tree trunk she sat on. Everyone was so involved in “sharing” that they didn’t notice her getting drunk in the back, alone. And that was perfectly fine by her.
If only they would stop the incessant chatter already and send her off to bed, giving her some peace. But if she went to bed in her very lonely cabin, she wouldn’t be able to watch Max.
She glanced off to the side, as if admiring the scenery, and took another gulp of wine, the fruity flavor no longer bursting on her tongue but mixing with the lingering sweetness from her previous swig.
“Sabrina?” Eve’s sharp tone made her jerk to face the rest of the group. Normally she wouldn’t mind being called by her real name, though everyone outside of work knew her as Nina, but the way Eve said it, with so much severity, it made her want to wince.
“Hmm?”
The outdoors and nature did nothing to smooth out Eve’s harsh features. Nor did she look anywhere near friendly with the glare she directed toward Nina. Nina had to fight the urge to giggle every time Eve looked at her that way. Eve reminded her of Cruella de Vil.
“I asked if there was anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Nina’s gaze slid past Eve to lock on Max. His lips quirked, almost like he knew exactly what she’d been doing. Too bad he was so far away and there were all those people there, or she’d finally do something about the attraction that didn’t let her sleep. She was ready to finally give in to temptation and have her way with him. Screw the fact that they worked together. Or better said, she worked for him.
“No, Eve. I think what you have shared covers all the important points we’re here to discuss.” Lie. She had no clue what Eve had been saying.
Eve’s frown smoothed, and she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Sabrina.” She turned back to the others, effectively dismissing her. “As I was saying…”
Nina shut Eve’s low, droning voice out of her mind again and peeked down a passageway between the trees. There was enough light from the campsite, she could just make out her way down the path. Curiosity got a hold of her. She stood on wobbly legs and blinked. The group spun out of focus for a second.
“Sabrina?”
Nina took a few steps toward the dimly lit passage in the woods before she turned to Max’s enquiring voice. “I’m just going to the ladies room for a moment.” She pointed in the direction of the trees.
“Wait! That’s not…”
She ignored Max’s call to her and strolled off, breaking twigs and dead leaves with each step. Mosquitoes nibbled on her legs, each bite a constant reminder that she wished she was home in her bed, relaxing, or at least with someone that would help her fight the arousal shooting through her whenever she glanced at Max. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while back. Since he didn’t get the message that she was no longer interested, she had stopped going to the places she might encounter him.
With each step she took, the sound of the river beckoned her in its direction. Her foot caught, and she tripped on a branch. She squealed as the earth tilted in front of her. Rocky ground rushed up to meet her face.
A strong pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and hauled her backward. “I got you.” Max�
��s deep voice caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she cared.
He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk, pulling her with him.
Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any longer.
“I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
“No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of fighting this. I want you.”
“Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp inhale when she licked his neck.
“Sabrina…”
Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her. She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face, showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to what her body desired. And it desired Max.
“Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”
Chapter Two
“Jesus, baby. Just give me a second.”
“No. No seconds, no thinking, no anything.” Warm, hard flesh met her hand when she dove into the well-worn denim of his jeans. His ragged breaths, coupled with sporadic moans, urged her further. Their gazes connected, and sparks flew. Lust coursed between them. “No more waiting, Max. It’s time to feel.”
Time blurred. Somehow he moved away from the trunk, and they turned. She was the one with her back to the large tree when he locked his lips with hers again. The way he kissed her, full of dark promise, leveled her patience. She whimpered, wanting—no, needing his touch. Her breasts swelled under her top, her nipples pebbled into tight points, and the throbbing between her thighs increased. He tugged on her tank top, jerking it up and off her body.
Pants tore from her lungs and rushed up her throat. Cool air stroked her overheated flesh, like featherlight kisses, just as he licked her neck. She brought a hand back around to his cock, pumping his long, smooth length.
She gripped his hair in one hand and fisted his cock with the other. “God, Max. You feel so good.”
He dropped his head to her chest, licking his way down her collarbone to her puckered nipples. Bursts of pleasure lit in her veins, traveled the full length of her spine, and settled in her pussy. His heated mouth surrounded one tight point when he sucked on her tit. He took the full areola in his mouth and flicked his tongue over her swollen flesh. Her pussy throbbed with need. Moisture dripped from her slit, soaking her panties and cotton shorts.
“Yessss.”
He continued to suck her nipple hard, sending electric waves straight down to her clit. She moaned louder with each nibble on her sensitive flesh. He moved from one breast to the other, caressed down her stomach to her shorts, and unbuckled them. He kissed his way down her body and pulled down her shorts. Her belly quivered with each hot, openmouthed kiss. He went down to her mound where he nuzzled his nose into her pussy lips.
She gripped his short hair. Slightly swaying on her feet, she lifted first one leg, then the other out of her shorts, ending up completely naked before him. Her arousal dripped down her thighs.
“Sabrina you’re so wet. So incredibly sexy, baby.” His hoarse groan only made her hotter. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
She glanced down, leaned her back on the rough bark of the tree, and watched him kneel before her. A soft whimper escaped her at the first feel of his cool wet tongue over her clit.
“Oh—” She had to bite her lip to keep from groaning louder. “Yesss.” Shudders racked her body with each dart of his tongue over her quivering cunt.
Widening her stance, she continued to watch. He spread her pussy lips with one hand, shoved his face into her heated core, and licked her as if she was the only water source in the area and he was dying of thirst.
“God! Max,” she mewled his name, the whimper both a plea and praise.
Holding his hair tightly in her grip, she dipped a hand to the core of where his tongue lavished her with pleasure. He licked her fingers and her pussy. He twirled his wicked tongue around her tight little nerve bundle with such intense and fast swipes that her legs started to shake. She moved her wet hand from between her legs and lifted it up to one breast, tweaking and squeezing at her nipple, adding pressure to the already mounting tension inside her.
Her thighs shook, making it hard for her to keep balance, but he just held her open and continued to feast on her. Each lick and suck added to the consuming fire taking over her body. She pinched her nipple harder, rocked her hips on his lips, and moaned. His entire face rubbed her engorged clit. Then he sucked on her. Once, twice, and on the third time, he did it harder.
“Oh, god!” She choked, and her body convulsed as she tried to hold back the scream that rushed up to her lips.
Pure ecstasy flowed through her. She gasped, her lungs desperate to take in air at the same time aftershocks rocked her core. Her pussy ached with unfulfilled need. She pulled on his hair. The bold move grabbed his attention enough to get him on his feet.
Moonlight and campfire light were their only illumination, giving their nighttime escapade a darkened appeal. His usually bright blue eyes had turned into magnetic pools of passion.
“Fuck me, Max.”
He shoved a hand in his back pocket, pulled out a condom, and stared at her for a moment. “Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice held a note of something she couldn’t decipher, something she wouldn’t try to figure out in her present aroused state.
She grasped the foil packet from his hand and tore at the material. Their gazes never wavered from each other while she tugged down his jeans and encased his hard cock with the thin latex.
“Fuck…me…Max.” She punctuated with a stroke to make him see how much she meant it.
When he kissed her this time, she tasted her body’s essence on his lips. The musky flavor of her own arousal heated her to the core again.
He squeezed her breasts, molding and pinching her nipples with his large, calloused hands. Th
e long bar of his cock rubbed between her slick lips.
She whimpered and hoped he’d hurry up already. Instead, though, he stepped back and turned her to face the giant tree.
He pushed her long hair over her shoulder and licked the back of her neck. “Bend over for me, gorgeous.”
She did as he asked. With her legs wide open, she bent at her waist, leaned forward, and held on to the tree. Her breath caught in her throat when he kissed his way down her spine, to the curve of her ass, and between her cheeks, his tongue circling around her anal entrance.
“Max—” She gasped. The tightening in her stomach returned.
She glanced over her shoulder, to catch him stroking his rubber-covered shaft with his hand. He slid down her ass, stroked her hole with the head of his cock, and continued down until he reached her entrance.
In one smooth glide, he slid into her. Balls deep. The quick thrust made her gasp while her vaginal muscles stretched taut to accommodate his thick length. Her head dropped forward, and her arms shifted most of her weight to the tree trunk.
“Fuck! Baby, you are so tight and wet.” He groaned, pulled back, and slammed her once again. “You feel so good.”
“Oh god, yes.” She licked at her dry lips and moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
He gripped her hips, propelled back, until his cock was almost completely out of her, and drove in deep. Each thrust turned into a harsh pummeling move that sparked nerve endings in her pussy. He lit fires with each fluid stroke, over and over until she was moaning, begging him to make her come. She dug her nails into the coarse tree.