Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

by Hawkeye, Lauren

  But the old Hannah was fading away. The new Hannah had just defended herself from an unwanted lover and had wild, passionate sex with Quinn and Declan. She had seized the moment and now it was time to seize it again.

  Didn’t Quinn tell her to not underestimate herself?

  Who cared what others thought of their relationship, as long as they were in love?

  “Okay,” she said.

  “Okay?” Quinn asked.

  “Okay, I’ll date both of you and give what we have a chance.”

  The men embraced her and she felt their affection infuse her body. It was addictive.

  “You’ve made us the happiest guys in the world,” Quinn said.

  “And we’ll do everything we can to make sure you don’t regret your decision,” Declan whispered.

  Hannah already knew that she wouldn’t regret her decision. For the first time in her life she wasn’t living vicariously through one of her erotic novels, she was experiencing it for herself. This was her decision, and she suspected it was the right one. She cared deeply for both Quinn and Declan, and they cared for her. The men had taught her how to seize the moment and live life to its fullest. Thanks to them, Hannah now had the confidence to handle anything.

  Two men were definitely better than one.

  THE END

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  A lifetime New Englander, Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips, she’s a chauffer, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop, dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to enjoy.

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  And One Makes Three Excerpt

  Copyright 2013 by Suzanne Rock

  Damn Hannah and her hot Irish exchange students. Becca had never even considered a threesome before Hannah. Then her friend had managed to snag two eligible bachelors for herself. Becca had watched how the men doted over her and showered her with affection and trinkets. She had begun to want the same thing for herself.

  She shook her head in frustration as she stopped in front of the green sedan. Why couldn’t Gabe be enough? He was kind and thoughtful. They had a lot in common and he was attentive during sex. What more could a girl want?

  She thought back to Lane’s wild and earthy scent. A man who spent most of his time outside was probably adventurous. She wondered if he brought that sense of risk to the bedroom. While Gabe was considerate, he was also safe and boring. Becca needed some excitement in her life.

  She was too young to be stuck in a rut. Gabe was too serious, too boring.

  Still, she should have talked to him about the situation, not gone off and flirted with some other guy. God, she had really made a mess of things. She dropped her belongings by the car and waited for Gabe to catch up and pop the trunk.

  In a few seconds, Gabe caught up, tossed his bags to the ground beside hers. “Becca, we need to talk about this.”

  “I want to go home, Gabe.” She needed to think things through. Flirting with Lane had made her realize just how jealous she was of Hannah’s relationship. She wanted that for herself. Gabe on the other hand didn’t seem interested. When he saw her and Lane together, he got angry, not turned on. She was going to have to face the fact that a threesome with Gabe was never going to happen.

  So what should she choose? Should she stay with Gabe who was safe and comfortable, or dump him and follow her fantasy? Becca didn’t know. She honestly didn’t know.

  She needed time to think about things, and she couldn’t do that with Gabe studying and criticizing her every move.

  She crossed her arms and shifted her stance. “Come on, Gabe, open the door. I want to go back.”

  He frowned as he pulled out his car remote and unlocked the sedan. She started to get in the passenger seat, but he placed his hand on her elbow, stopping her.

  “What?” she asked.

  He stared at her for a long moment, then opened the back door. “Get in.”

  She frowned. “But that’s the back.”

  “Damn straight.” He moved his chin toward the car. “Get in.”

  She wrinkled her brow. What the hell has gotten into him? “I’ve always ridden in the passenger seat.”

  “Well today you’re not.”

  What an ass. “Fine.” Whatever he wanted, just as long as he took her home.

  “Fine.”

  She moved to get into the car, but Gabe wouldn’t let go of her elbow.

  “What?” she finally asked.

  He narrowed his gaze at her. “I’m tired of you jerking me around, Becca.”

  “I’m not jerking you around.”

  He pressed his lips together, as if holding back a surge of emotion.

  “Just tell me why you did it.”

  “Did what?”

  “Kiss Lane.”

  “I didn’t kiss him.”

  “If I didn’t show up, you would have.”

  Becca saw the frustration in his features and knew that she had to tell him the truth. Unfortunately, she wasn’t exactly sure what the truth was anymore.

  She shrugged. “I don’t know why.”

  He tightened his grip. “No, you do know. Tell me. Am I not enough for you?”

  “No, it’s not that.”

  A vein ticked in his jaw. “Then what?”

  He was getting angrier by the minute. She had to give him some explanation, but what? “I guess...I guess I did it because he was exciting.”

  “And good-looking.” He tightened his grip.

  “Yes,” she said the word before she realized what she was saying.

  “Gabe, I didn’t mean—”

  “No, you’re right. Lane is handsome and exciting. I’m not.”

  “No, that’s not what—”

  Gabe jerked her against the door frame of the car, cutting off her words. “I can be, though.” He leaned against her chest, pinning her between the hot metal and his long, lean frame.

  It took her a few seconds to find her voice. “Can be what?”

  “Exciting.” He shifted his gaze to her mouth. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember the name of that lifeguard.”

  Tingles rippled up Becca’s spine. “Through with me?” She winced at the crack in her voice.

  “Oh yes.” He leaned in close until his lips were inches away from hers. “I’ve got a lot planned for you, sweetheart.”

  “You do?” She blinked as his words sunk into her brain. What the hell was he talking about, and who was this new Gabe? She kind of liked him.

  He let go of her body and stepped back, leaving her dizzy and breathless.

  “Get in the car, Becca.”

  She opened her mouth to speak then shut it again. She stared at his intense expression and knew that he was in no mood to argue. Silently, she climbed into the back seat of the car and waited. Gabe slammed the door and loaded their things into the back of the sedan.

  They had parked in the quiet end of the parking lot, far away from the other cars. A nearby tree had provided shade, so the inside wasn’t as stuffy and hot as it could have been on a hot summer day. Curiosity wound its way through her core
as she watched Gabe close the back.

  He took slow, measured steps as he made his way around to the driver’s side of the car. Instead of getting into the front, he opened the back door and climbed inside.

  “What are you doing back here?” she asked as he closed the door.

  He turned in his seat and faced her. “I’m going to make you forget that lifeguard and every other man you flirted with in my presence. By the time we leave this car, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

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  When It’s Love Excerpt

  Copyright 2013 by Emma Lauren

  We’re sending emails back and forth so quickly it feels like a live chat, which I’m tempted to suggest. I’m afraid, though, that Professor Sparling might be one of those old guys who doesn’t get fast technology. (At least he’s not faxing his messages to me!) And the truth is that I don’t want the pressure of having to reply instantly. This flirtation has spun so far so fast. I don’t need it to be ultra rapid. Two days ago I was Professor Sparling’s student pining away for his attention, and look where I am now. I feel out of control... and I love it. It’s like being awake after a three-and-a-half year hibernation. There are sensations coursing through my body that I haven’t felt since I was eighteen. For the first time since that awful day at Lake Pleasant, I truly want to be part of the world again. I want to be the cute and sexy young woman I have the potential to be. Even if nothing more happens with Professor Sparling, I will always love him for making me feel this way. If he hadn’t sparked my interest, I could have spent the rest of my life in a gray hoodie surrounded by cats. Who knows, maybe as I aged I’d replace the hoodie with a thick terry cloth robe and become the classic spinster cat lady.

  The ding alerting me to a new message breaks my chain of thought.

  If I told you to take off your pants, Sydney, I assume you’ve done so. You wouldn’t dare send me messages with your pants on, would you? Now take off your shirt, too. Do as I say, or I’ll get angry with you. I have a little paddle that I use on my students who don’t do as they’re told.

  OMG! Is he serious? Has Professor Sparling done this before? Is he really a spanker, or worse, a paddler? The thought of bending over his knees in a schoolgirl skirt and having him yank down my panties and run his hand across my ass is very appealing. That is exactly what I write in my reply.

  My pants are off because I’m wearing a skirt today. A tiny plaid pleated skirt that barely covers my ass. Since I’ve been disobedient you bend me over you knees, and slap my ass with your left hand. “Does it sting?” you ask.

  It does. A lot. But, I’m gasping and I can’t catch my breath quickly enough to answer you. Before I know it my little white panties are down, and you’re roughly rubbing my ass. I can feel the dampness forming between my legs. Your hand is so close to that part me. I want you to move your hand there. I want to be touched, and I’m silently begging for it. You slap me again with your left hand and when I yelp you shove your right thumb into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan.

  Hello there, sassy slut inside of me. Writing like this is turning me on. A lot. It’s not as though I’ve ever been spanked before. I’m really not writing from experience. Jake and I did our fair share of lovemaking back in the day, but it was all very sweet and conventional. I was only a teenager, after all. I guess my long, dry spell has changed me into someone whose imagination runs wild. And now here I am acting like I’m the kind of woman who casually bends over a man’s knees for a spanking. I close my eyes for a second, inhale, exhale, and send. I’m too aroused to worry about embarrassment now, and it amazes me that my excitement has the power to turn off any sense of shame in me. I want to get off more than I’ve ever wanted to before. Period. How can this be happening to me? I’m glum girl, not sassy slut. I don’t recognize myself. And I don’t think I care. The change is so welcome. My body is buzzing with good sensations and vibes. Given my past, and the way I came to be in this world, it seems strange that I’m wildly interested in a relationship with a man who has a kinky edge. Shouldn’t someone like me need love, tenderness, and security? Shouldn’t someone like me be terrified of this?

  The ding of Professor Sparling’s answer arrives so quickly it’s difficult to believe he had time to read my message.

  Sydney Morrison, you really are a bad girl, much worse than I thought. I like it. As your professor, I reserve the right to give you some homework. So, if your shirt is off as it should be, turn on your camera, take a self-portrait of your breasts and send it to me. I want to see those perky nipples. Show me those hot tits of yours. I suspect you’ll get a very good grade on this assignment.

  What. The. Fuck? Professor Sparling wants me to take a picture of my breasts and send it to him? Where did this come from? The glum girl in me may have been temporarily usurped, but even with my hormones firing out of control, and my desperate ache for Professor Sparling, I know this is something I need to think about. Spontaneity is out of the question.

  In my earlier musings about sexting, I’d concluded that writing was more revealing than stripping. Now that I’m faced with stripping, however, I’m not sure I agree with myself. I don’t want to stop what’s happening with Professor Sparling, but I know have to slow down for a bit and think. Now the pressure is on to figure out what I should say to keep him interested in me. If I don’t do as he says, maybe he’ll blow me off as some prude. But what if he’s some kind of perv who has a collection of his students’ tit pics? What if he has a website? Anything is possible. I don’t actually know the real Professor Sparling at all. I rest my head in my hands. My mind is wracked with indecision and I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a rope bridge that sways with each and every move I make. There is no steady path to the unknown and the threat of falling is palpable with every motion, even something as minute as the blink of my eyes.

  Suddenly, the memories of today’s events are flooding my brain and I can’t believe it was just this afternoon that I was mostly naked in front of Marina. I haven’t even had the chance to mull over that. And now Professor Sparling wants to see me topless! It’s all too much. As much as I wish I could be uninhibited enough to just send a pic, I have to calm down and steady myself first. I don’t want to lose my chance of being with Professor Sparling, but I also don’t want to lose my mind.

  Dear Professor Sparling,

  Believe me, I want to show you my tits and I want you to roll my nipples between your fingers until I’m begging you to stop. And oh, God, to feel your lips on my breasts... but I need to think about things before I send a picture. Please be patient with me. I promise I’m not dodging my homework assignment. I’m just getting my bearings. I hope you’ll still give me an A+. Good night.

  Topless,

  Sydney

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