"What?” There was almost a lost boy quality to his voice. “How? What can I do?"
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him close, their lips almost touching. “Make love to me.” Her body ached to feel him deep inside her.
"We can't—shouldn't.” Even as he spoke, she felt his cock harden and press against her leg. Her nipples beaded in response.
"I need you,” she admitted without shame. More than anything, she had to know the love they felt was real. Something that felt so perfect had to be right.
He pulled into a sitting position, forcing her to release her hold on his head. She felt his hands shake as he fisted them into her slip and began to raise the hem. Pushing the gown up her body, he revealed the thong she wore. His gaze was pinned on her as he continued to expose her breasts, up further until she was completely disposed of the garment. With a flick of his wrist he sent the satin floating on the air.
"Baby.” His breathy endearment discharged a firebolt between her thighs that traveled to her belly. He inched the thong down her hips and rays of sensation burst from her nipples to make her breasts throb, growing heavy.
"Dolan.” His name was a whisper on her lips as she reached for him.
He fell into her arms, wedging his knee between her legs as he eased his weight upon her. She felt the tremor that filtered through him. He captured her mouth. Feather-light, he kissed her with such tenderness that it humbled her to know how much he desired her.
"Mine,” he murmured against her lips.
"Forever,” she returned, eliciting a surprising growl from him, before he went perfectly still.
"Fuck,” he groaned.
What now? She was afraid to ask. His firm erection twitched against her damp folds. She couldn't bear the thought of something coming between them—not now.
"I—I want you so badly.” Another tremor assailed him. He tensed, every muscle clenching beneath her touch. “Don't know if I can be gentle or hold on for long."
Relief and love washed over her in waves. “Then let me take the reins, cowboy. Where's your slicker?"
"Slicker?"
"Condom.” She placed her palms on his chest, smooth skin and iron hardness, and then she pushed, rolling him off her and onto his back.
"In the top drawer of the bedstand."
Inching off the bed, she wasted no time retrieving the package. With her teeth she tore open the package, extracted the sheath and finally placed the paper inside the wastebasket. Crawling back upon the bed, she slinked toward him. As she circled her fingers around his cock, he growled. The deep raspy sound was so sexy she tightened her grip and stroked.
"Darlin'—"
"Shhh...” Carefully she slid the latex over his cock and then straddled him. Leaning forward to angle her hips, she positioned the tip of his cock to the opening of her body. With one thrust she impaled herself upon him.
"Oh God,” she cried out as he raised his hips and filled her completely.
Tiny sparks of heat thrummed through Dolan's body as her pussy slid over him like a glove. Warm. Wet. Tight. He prayed for strength to hold on as he grasped her narrow hips.
The slow, steady pace she began was so fuckin’ amazing it was all he could do not to explode. A shiver slid up his spine. He reached for her breasts needing something to focus on instead of the heat pounding in his groin.
As he pinched her nipples between his fingers, her mouth parted on a soft whimper. Yet it wasn't his touch that made her eyelids grow heavy. This position allowed for deeper penetration while her clit rubbed against his body, stimulating the organ.
Good for her—hell for him.
Each stroke teased the sensitive head of his cock, sending blood roaring toward his crotch. A thread of fire lanced down his erection. His breath hitched. “Easy, darlin'.” He was lucky just to get those words out. His voice was taut and coarse. His body a rocket ready to erupt.
His little redheaded vixen had other things in mind as she continued to ride him, holding his restraint in the palm of her hand.
"Feels. So. Good.” She angled her hips and pressed down hard against him.
Dolan's entire body twitched and then tensed. “Fuck,” he groaned, fighting the burn that made his toes feel like they actually curled. The edge of pain and pleasure caught him in its grasp. He couldn't hold on for much longer.
"Yes,” she hissed, picking up the rhythm. “God yes.” Her back arched. Her breathing came in short, quick pants to match his. The end was rushing in for both of them.
The second her inner muscles clamped down, milking him, it was all over. Lightning ripped down his cock, tearing a cry from his diaphragm. He grasped her hips, trying to control her, ease her bucking motion, but she was caught in the grips of her climax. Cherishing each of her small cries, he held on to her and together they rode the wave, their bodies locked in what could only be described as ecstasy.
As she collapsed upon him, he wrapped his arms around her and held on like he would never let her go. In the quiet that surrounded them, he could feel her heart beating, throbbing to the rhythm of his own.
A sense of calmness embodied him. The loneliness, emptiness he had experienced most of his life seemed to dissipate into thin air. He couldn't wait to fall asleep like this each night and wake each morning in her arms. Soon he would have a family—a real one consisting of a wife, a son, a mother-in-law, and in time perhaps a daughter with flaming red hair like her mother's. The thought brought tears to the surface. Moisture rolled down his cheek and he silently prayed she didn't see it.
Grappling with his emotion, he cleared his throat. “So when should we do this?” The sooner the better, he left that part unspoken.
Laughter burst from her lips as she raised her head. “Now that was really romantic."
Remorse slapped him in the face. “Shit. I'm sorry. It's just—"
She snuggled against him. “Maybe we should take it easy. Consider a lengthy engagement."
Disappointment hit him hard. He thought about it for the thump of a heartbeat. “Not gonna work."
She eased up out of his embrace. Rolling to her side, she asked, “Why?"
He leaned upon his side so that they faced each other. “Because I get the feeling you don't plan to move in with me until after we're married."
"It would be best for Sheldon."
"Then waiting won't work,” he said flatly. “Don't ask me to wait.” Dammit. He couldn't.
She rested her head on a palm. “What's your suggestion?"
Cord and Caitlyn had run off to Las Vegas and got hitched the next day. If it was up to Dolan they'd do the same. Yet he had seen the excitement in Tracy's mother's face and the dreamy expression Cait had when she talked about the wedding dress and ring.
Shit. He hadn't even purchased her a ring. “I'm told it's all about the wedding dress and ring. Guess we could wait until you found the right dress."
She speared her fingers through his hair and drew him close. “You heard wrong.” Her lips were soft against his as she whispered, “It's all about the man. Fuck the wedding dress and ring. Been there—done that. How about Las Vegas?"
A mile-wide grin fell across his face. “Really?"
"Really. I don't need anything but you.” She eased upon her back. “Now, cowboy.” She stretched like a cat. With that sexy voice that always slid across his skin like silk, she said, “Take me again."
As Dolan crawled atop Tracy, he knew he had found the woman of his heart. No more lonely nights or unfilled dreams. Together they would be a family and make a house a home.
"Thank you,” he whispered.
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About the Author
A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter describe Mackenzie McKade's novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex, fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the end. Whether her stories are contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona native thrives on giving you the ultimate
erotic adventure.
When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she's spending time with three beautiful daughters, two devilishly handsome grandsons, and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading, and can't wait ‘til summer. Boating and jet skiing are top on her list of activities. Add to that laughter and if mischief is in order—Mackenzie's your gal!
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Six Feet Under
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There's nothing casual about this caper...
Private Property
© 2009 Leah Braemel
Jodi Tyler has loved and lost too many times to believe in happily ever after. That's what makes her no-strings affair with her boss so perfect—his power in bed matches his respect for her independence. Still, when he surprises her with a ménage for her birthday, her secret thrill wars with a nagging thought: Why would he so casually share her with another man?
Even though Mark Rodriguez holds Jodi at arm's length from his heart, her self-confidence is a turn-on he can't resist. Inviting old college buddy and future business partner Sam into their bed for one night was supposed to set free her wildest fantasy. Instead he finds the tables turned, forced to watch while Sam brings her to the height of ecstasy.
Now, Mark's not so sure he wants to share his treasure...
Warning: This book contains a woman fulfilling her sexual fantasies—including two men who are happy to tie her up, and be tied up, while using graphic language and floggers.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Private Property:
He grabbed her hand and held it flat against his groin. Against the enormous hard-on straining the buttoned fly. “Do you feel what capturing a trespasser does for me?"
His gaze flicked down her body as his grin widened. “You're a little skinny for my tastes but I'll bet you're a real wildcat in bed. We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight, we are. I can't wait to bury my cock in your sweet pussy.” He dipped his head until his mouth was beside her ear and whispered, “I'll bet you're already dripping wet, aren't you?"
She snatched her hand away and dragged in a breath, forcing air into her too-tight lungs as she memorized his features. “It'll be a cold day in hell before that happens, asshole. Now back off before I shove your dick down your throat."
His lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh, he took a half step back, but not enough for her to sidle past him. “I'd rather shove it down yours."
"Just read the letter. It'll prove I'm who I say I am, and am doing what we were hired to do. Or if you don't believe the letter is legit, call Mr. Rodriguez yourself."
She rattled off Mark's cell phone number while wondering why he still hadn't responded over the headset.
When he unfolded the paper and started reading it, his eyebrows arched and his lips compressed into a controlled smirk.
"My Sexual Fantasies.” His eyes flickered up and he grinned while Jodi narrowed her eyes, trying to figure his game. “Sounds like an interesting letter your boss wrote, sweet pea."
Just what she needed—a smart-ass.
"Just read the damned thing,” she ground out.
"I am reading.” He unfolded the paper again. “My Sexual Fantasies. One, to try anal sex. Two, I want to be fucked by Mark while tied up and blindfol—"
What the hell? Jodi snatched the paper from him with a gasp and stared in horror at the list she had jokingly made for Mark.
"This is a mistake,” she stammered. “It was supposed to be the letter Mark—I mean Mr. Rodriguez had written explaining exactly how we'd breached security and his recommendations to make the estate safer."
He chuckled and looked over his shoulder to the French doors. “Is that what it was supposed to say, Mr. Rodriguez?"
Jodi followed his gaze. The knapsack at his feet, Mark leaned against the doorframe, thumbs tucked into the belt of his jeans that rode low over his hips.
Tension drained like a plug had been pulled, Jodi sagged against the wall. Until she realized Mark was not out of breath, nor was he treating the other man with caution. In fact, he was downright relaxed and smiling. She straightened, vowing vengeance for his screwup with the list. And for not letting her know he was all right. And for not warning her someone was about to walk in on her. Not to mention the vibrator still buzzing away deep inside, driving her insane.
"Will you please explain that I work for you, Mr. Rodriguez?” she gritted out, her hands curled into fists. “And will you please turn it off?"
"Sam?” Mark arched an eyebrow at her captor.
"I'd rather leave it on,” Sam grumbled, but he reached into his pocket and the vibrator immediately ceased.
"You had the...?” Jodi spluttered when he held the remote up for her to see. “But Mark had ... Mark, what the hell is going on here?"
"Jodi Tyler, I'd like you to meet Sam Watson."
Sam Watson? As in the owner of Hauberk Security and Mark's college buddy? Jodi closed her mouth when she realized her jaw was hanging open. Was this some sort of joke?
"So is this really your place, or are you checking me out to make sure I meet your company's qualifications?"
"Yup, place is all mine.” He smiled as he picked up the cigar, his gaze flicking over her again. “As for checking you out, there ain't a man alive who could fail to admire your ... assets."
Annoyed at being held captive by the man who would soon be her new boss, she placed her hands flat on Sam's chest and pushed. And failed to budge him at all.
"Since you own one of the biggest security firms on the east coast, you obviously don't need Mark to upgrade your security—so why have me break in? Oh, and in case you haven't heard, there's a law about sexual harassment of employees. So you'd better have one damned good lawyer."
Sam's eyes widened; he quickly stepped back, letting Mark take his place.
"Relax, babe.” Mark rubbed her shoulders in a move meant to pacify her but she batted them away.
Jodi shoved the paper in Mark's face. It was either that or kick him in the groin. “This list was supposed to be just between us. How could you humiliate me like this?"
Mark cleared his throat and cursed softly in Spanish. “I'm sorry, babe, I wanted to surprise you for your birthday—you know, so we can cross the rest of those items off your list. I thought it would be funny. Sort of an icebreaker."
"Funny?” She thumped her fist into his shoulder. “You have a twisted sense of humor. Besides, what could possibly be on there that you'd need to show to a perfect stranger?"
Sam waved his cigar toward the paper that was now a crumpled ball in her fist. “You might wanna refresh your memory and read number six there, sweet pea. Ol’ Mark here's asked me to help fulfill that particular fantasy."
With a growing dread, she scanned the list, her eyes widening.
6. I'd like to have a ménage with Mark and another man that we could trust.
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She'll do whatever it takes to get to the top of the professor's learning curve.
Tamed
© 2008 Lynne Maris
Katrina Keens has discovered the man she longs for, Professor Derek Jacobson, is a Dom. Though BDSM is something she's never tried, the idea of submi
tting to Derek is darkly arousing. All she needs is one chance to slip past the strict student-professor boundary he has been unwilling to breach.
And now that opportunity has come, a way to show Derek that she can be the woman he needs. Without waiting for his permission.
Unaware of her identity at a masked sex party, he offers Katrina everything she's dreamed of—to be her master for the night, teasing her with a promise of intensely arousing discipline and praise.
Only Derek is a demanding master. Learning to serve his needs is a ruthless lesson in pleasure she won't soon forget.
Warning: Contains graphic language, bondage, toys, anal play, and sexual encounters in public settings.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tamed:
Chills skittered over her skin as he pushed the cup of the bustier down and exposed one rosy red nipple, bunched tight from his attentions. He skimmed around the outside of the creamy swell, making her wait as he drew nearer to the aching nub. His eyes narrowed, still holding hers, when, at last, he settled his thumb and forefinger at either side of her nipple, then rolling it lightly, increased the pressure.
His thigh slid farther between her legs and back again as he pulled at the pebbled tip. Heat seared her from cunt to tit as he moved his thigh in sync with the tease of his strong fingers at her breast. She gasped at the pinch and pull, until her pleasured moan mingled with her pained cry. She was on the brink of climax, her breath ragged, her heart pounding. Derek! She almost cried out his name but caught herself at the last second. She couldn't reveal that she knew who he was without revealing her identity as well. At this stage, that was too much of a risk.
He eased his leg back from its hold. The pressure was gone but the heat remained.
She blinked. What was he doing?
Leaning forward so his mouth grazed her ear, he answered the unspoken question. “All you have to do is say it."
Her voice wavered as she asked, “Say what?"
"Say ‘yes, Master’ and you will be mine for the night."
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