“No one else?” She chewed her lip uncertainly. He could tell she was torn by the thrill of the act and the existence of such physical proof.
“I will personally hand you the knife to cut off my balls if they do.”
The smile returned as she slowly moved back into position. “When you give a girl a promise like that, how can she refuse?” Leaning forward just enough to enhance her bosom, giving Ian two tantalizing views, Josie added, “And here I would have been happy with the negatives.”
“Too easy.” He lined up the shots he wanted, more tasteful than a Playboy shoot but more than enough to set off his libido. “You don’t go by halves. You’ll take my balls anyway if I screw up, I might as well acknowledge it.”
She glanced down, that sultry smile back. “Maybe. But I promise to take very good care of them.”
“I bet you will.”
Snapping a few quick photos, he moved to another angle. “Gorgeous,” he breathed.
Josie chuckled. “If you keep saying that, it’s going to lose all meaning. Maybe I should get you one of those word–a-day calendars.”
“That wouldn’t help. You keep my calendar for me.” He was close enough now he could reach out and touch her, stroking his hand along her leg from lace to satiny skin.
He could feel her enormous eyes watch him without blinking. “Ian, kiss me.”
“I can’t.” He shook his head, eyes following the path of his fingers.
“Why not?”
“Because if I do, this will be over.”
“Maybe it will just be starting.”
Now finally he risked looking at her. “I’m scared to take the chance.”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she caught him around the back of the neck, pulling him down, her mouth open and hungry when it met his. Thinking went out the window at that point. He dropped the camera and joined her on the blocks, pulling her welcome curves tight against him.
She was warm, so very smooth, and God, she felt good everywhere.
“Fuck me, Ian,” she growled against his ear, teeth tugging on the lobe.
“I thought you wanted my tongue?” Kissing a trail down her neck and chest, he lingered in the deep valley between her full breasts, works of art in and of themselves.
Fingers threaded through his hair, roughly pulling his head up. “You’re supposed to be doing what I say here, yeah?”
His cock gave a pleased twitch against soft, warm flesh. “Oh, yes.”
“Good. Then fuck me.” Her voice dropped. “You’ll be using your tongue later.”
He was losing his control. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, do for her and with her, but they’d been teasing each other too long for his restraint to bear. Pushing her down beneath him, he settled between her thighs. “I shouldn’t assume anything,” he was already breathing hard, “and you always have things under control, but—” If he had to leave her to find a condom, it would kill him.
“Yes, I’m on the pill.” She rolled her hips beneath him, her heels pulling him closer. “But thank you for asking.”
Thank God. These days, it was playing with fire to go without, yet … “I’m clean, Josie, I promise.”
She cupped his face. “Sweetheart, the hours you put in here…I would be surprised if you weren’t.”
“It has been…awhile.” Not quite a year. Jesus. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“If that tongue of yours is even half as talented as I think it is, I’ll forgive you.” Her smile warmed him.
She arched when he began to enter her, a low gasp of pleasure coming from her smiling mouth as her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Like that, do you?” he forced out, the feel of her surrounding his aching cock already almost too much.
“Oh, yes. That’ll do nicely.”
“This wasn’t how I’d planned this,” he said against the column of her neck, eyes squeezed shut as he focused on her. “Not here, anyway.”
“What better place? Your whole life is here, Ian. Your sex life might as well be, too.”
“What does that say about me?”
She made him look at her. “It says that you’re a passionate and dedicated man. It also says that if you don’t start moving, I’m going to take charge.”
He grinned. “I thought you already had.”
“Watch it.”
Slipping an arm under her, he switched their positions in a deft move, careful not to drop the both of them on the floor. “There. Much better.”
It was so much better as she settled herself on top of him, making him groan aloud as he slipped that much deeper into her. Brushing her hair back from her face where it was escaping from its loose pins, she braced herself on the raised part of the block he rested his head on. “Like that, do you?” she tossed his words back at him breathlessly.
“God yeah.” As she slowly started rocking, he watched in fascination as stroke by stroke her heavy breasts worked their way out of the tight constriction of the corset. He wrapped his hands around her waist to speed her up, mouth watering at the thought of what they would look like completely free.
His balls drew up, body tensing.
“No, you don’t. Not yet, Ian. Not yet,” she growled, slipping her right hand between them to massage her clit. “Just a little longer…”
Jesus, getting herself off. How in the hell was he supposed to hold out against that?
He pushed her hand aside, his own taking its place. “Not this time, Josie. You don’t have to do all the work every single damn time.” She was bobbing on him now, slamming down with each stroke, her head back, hair wild as she fucked him, shouting out in pleasure every time he crushed down on her sensitive clit. Finally her breasts came free and he latched on, licking and sucking fiercely as she wailed above him.
He never would be sure who came first.
Neither of them moved for the longest time.
“Should have guessed you’d be a breast man.” Josie still sounded breathless.
“Yours are particularly fantastic,” he said, placing a relatively chaste kiss atop each one.
“Not gorgeous?”
He grinned. “Well, they’re that, too. I figured if I said gorgeous again, I’d get slapped.”
“I’m still buying you a thesaurus.”
“Whatever you want.” He kissed them again, a bit less chastely this time and with a bit more tongue.
She rested her forehead on the crown of his head and watched. “You know, I can’t tell what your kink is, the clothes, the voyeurism, or the domination.”
“None of it.” Now that he had the time, he found he really enjoyed her breasts.
“So what, then?”
He rolled her over again, enjoying the feel of her thigh against his returning erection and the way the corset still held her breasts high even after their escape. “It’s you, Josie. It’s all you. Every swell, every curve, every color, every taste is all natural and one hundred percent you.” He nuzzled at her neck, but it wouldn’t be long before he was back down in her cleavage. “My whole life is spent around people trying to look like something they aren’t. But not you.”
She sat up and adjusted herself back into the corset. “This isn’t really me. It was fun, but it’s not very comfortable.”
He grinned lasciviously, running his hand along the tight curve of her waist. “So take it off.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” She reached down and picked up the camera he’d left lying next to the posing cubes. “Smile.”
He did better than smile. He laughed.
“Well, I guess that’ll work too.” She grinned at him before snapping several shots.
Josie had kept him on his toes for the last six months as his assistant. Now that they were more, he had a feeling she would keep him guessing.
About the Authors
Grey was born the eldest daughter of a Protestant minister in New England and was raised in various small towns throughout the Northeast and Midwest, where there was litt
le to do but live in her imagination. She was a voracious reader, and started writing at an early age, settling on that as her life’s work before higher education led her astray. After attending state and Ivy League universities to earn degrees in History, Anthropology and Folklife Studies, she settled in suburban Pennsylvania to start her own family. There she rediscovered her love of the written word, and has been writing ever since, putting out seven novels and three stories in anthologies since 2005. She’s been in love four times, had her heart broken twice, broke another’s heart once, and is currently working on her happily ever after.
Writing is Emery's passion and her escape. When she isn’t getting lost in new worlds and falling in love with her characters or throwing Grey various curveballs because she hates to plot, Emery can frequently be found exploring the wonders of Philadelphia. And if there’s a cemetery in the neighborhood, chances are good she’ll be winding her way through the stones. Despite the tough exterior she tries to project, Emery’s recent adoption of a cat has revealed what a big mushball she really is. Yes, she’s well on her way to becoming a crazy cat lady, which amuses Grey to no end.
To find out more about the authors, please visit their websites at www.greygerou.com and www.emerysanborne.com.
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The Tender Trap, Amber Quill Press
Last Thought, Liquid Silver Books
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