Skip to the Good Part 2: 20 Authors Reveal Their Steamiest Scenes

by Pepper Winters

  Richard slips the pillows underneath me, bringing my opening closer to his dick.

  I’m being prepared.

  Clara strokes my forehead. “Ready, sweetheart?”

  I nod my head yes and moan.

  “This is so beautiful, Annie. Thanks for letting us be a part of it,” Susie says, eyes wide.

  Richard grasps my hips. “The head of my dick is touching you now. It’s searching for your doorway it will come to know and love. This is your entrance.” I feel pressure and then my body stretches as the head of his cock enters me. “This is your canal.”

  He pushes slowly into me and I feel every inch.

  “This is amazing,” Clara whispers. “You’re so beautiful naked, Annie, your huge breasts and your legs spread out and ready for us. I can’t wait to taste you myself.”

  I sink into the bed, my muscles melting. I’m ready to be truly fucked for the first time.

  With one powerful thrust, Richard plunges his cock inside me and my world is never the same again.

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  About Annie (Romantic Erotic Quickies)…

  Waitress, virgin, broke... three conditions Annie never thought she'd still be by the ripe old age of twenty-two, but she was definitely there.

  And there's something strange about the bistro she just started working at... the waitresses are serving up more than wine and appetizers. They don’t have customers, they have clientele. It’s exclusive, discrete, and her gorgeous green-eyed boss doesn’t tell her what the red curtained rooms in the back are for until it’s her turn to step inside.

  And then when her first landlord evicts her, the other two waitresses beg her to move in with them and their mysterious male landlord, but she’s terrified the price will be too high to pay--herself—body and soul.

  About Zinnia Benett…

  To love and be loved is the answer... when, where, and how is the question! Zinnia Benett is just beginning her journey as a writer of romantic stories with a sexy splash of erotica. Visit her website at www.ZinniaBenett.com to learn more.

  Captured Love

  Juliana Haygert

  Despite all her efforts of staying away from him, Jessica finds herself alone with Ryan in his apartment.

  A sense of longing filled me and I knew this moment was our closure—and we had to make the best of it.

  I let the bit of alcohol in my veins take over before I chickened out, and I knelt on the cushion. I placed my hands on his shoulders, pushed him back against the couch, and straddled him. His eyes went wide and his mouth parted, but the shock didn’t stop his hands from closing around my waist. My dress rode up as I adjusted myself, pressing my pelvis against his, all the while staring into his eyes, loving how the surprise in them morphed into lust.

  “Jess,” Ryan whispered. “What about your boyfriend?”

  I let my hands run over his taut biceps. “There’s no boyfriend.”

  His eyes bugged again. “No boyfriend?”

  “Nope. There never was one.”

  His shocked expression changed back to lust, propelling me. I leaned into him and brushed my lips on his. So soft, so warm. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned. He slid one of his hands up my back and clasped my nape, holding me close. Then he crashed his mouth against mine, claiming my every breath. His soft lips moved in a sensual, almost frantic rhythm, and his tongue provoked mine, making me moan. His hand on my waist snaked to the small of my back, pressing my breasts against his chest.

  Swimming in desire, I rolled my hips, increasing the friction between us. He broke the kiss and drew in a sharp breath.

  I took advantage of that pause to tug his shirt up. He helped me take it off, and then his hands were around my back, looking for my dress’s zipper, while I skimmed my fingers over the tattoos on his toned pecs and abdomen. Damn, he was ripped, much more than four years ago, and I loved it.

  He leaned into me and his mouth found my neck. He grazed his tongue on my skin, making me shiver, while he undid my zipper. He leaned back to pull my dress over my head, and stayed there. Eager to touch him, to taste him, I bent closer, reaching for him, but he grasped my upper arms and held me back.

  “Let me look at you,” Ryan said. His husky, thick voice wrapped around me, making me shiver. I was self-conscious and excited by the way his gaze skimmed my body. It was like he was devouring every inch of me with his eyes. His fingertips traced the cup of my bra from the middle of my chest, up the strand to my shoulder. That simple, fluttering touch ignited my skin, sending waves of want to all my nerve endings, and I shivered again.

  I loved the way he looked at me.

  Somewhere in my hazy mind, I thanked my good sense for having chosen a matching black lace strapless bra and panties to go with my dress.

  “That’s hot,” he said. The corners of his lips curled up as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. He drew in a breath as his eyes scanned my body. “Fuck, Jess, you’re so beautiful.”

  Finally, he reached for me, hooking an arm around my waist, and clasping one of my breasts with his free hand. He lowered his face to my chest and fitted his mouth on my other breast. His tongue lapped one nipple while he pinched the other, making me cry out. Heat rushed through my body, settling between my thighs.

  Oh, he was making me crazy, but I would make him crazy too.

  With some jiggling, I undid the button and zipper of his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers. He groaned, nipping at my breast. I closed my hand around his length and squeezed, moving my hand up and down.

  “Oh shit,” Ryan muttered against my skin.

  Before I knew what was happening, Ryan had laid me on his couch. With his eyes on mine, he slipped off his boots and jeans, and then covered me with his body. I moaned, loving how warm his skin felt, how wonderful his weight on me was. But it didn’t last. His mouth found my neck, and slowly, his lips and tongue tortured my skin from my collarbone, down my breast and belly, to my thighs, leaving a trace of heat and desire.

  He slid off my panties before parting my legs. Anticipation clutched my stomach, and I felt like I would explode before he even touched me. He lowered his face to me and I held my breath. His tongue teased my inner thigh, making me jump with each lash.

  “Ryan, please,” I whispered. How could he tease me now? “Please.”

  Finally, his tongue flickered over my clit. I cried, arching my back. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive spot, and his finger teased my entrance. Tension built inside me. I wouldn’t last long like this. Neither did I want to. I knotted my fingers in his hair as he sucked my clit and slid a finger inside me.

  “Oh, God,” I cried.

  Ryan slipped a second finger inside me and thrust them deep before curling them, hitting the perfect spot. He repeated the movement a few more times, and when he increased the pressure of his tongue on my clit, I stilled for a brief second.

  “Ryan,” I cried. The ecstasy hit me hard and I trembled, completely undone.

  Slowly, I came down from cloud nine. Ryan stood beside me, watching me. Desire burned in his eyes. It was unbelievable how much I enjoyed seeing him like this. Almost as undone as I was. It was delicious. Exciting.

  He caught me in his arms and carried me to his bed. Without taking his heated eyes from mine, he laid me in the center of his mattress. He took off his boxers and I swallowed, admiring his ripped, hard body. I wanted to ask him to stand there for a minute so I could admire him too, but I also didn’t want to wait. I needed him. Now.

  As if hearing my thoughts, Ryan didn’t waste time. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and crawled over me. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me. His lips molded to mine, fitting perfectly. God, it was so good, I could kiss him forever.

  He pulled back and ripped the foil package. Feeling bold, I caught the condom from him—he arched a brow at me—and I rolled it over him, drawing a sharp in
hale from him.

  His lips tugged up and he lay over me again, his eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, he slid inside me and I gasped, shocked and amazed at how much he filled me, how good it was. And he hadn’t even started moving yet.

  Ryan lowering his head to my neck, and then buried himself deep inside me before he stopped. With a grunt, he nipped my neck. This stillness, this fullness, this heat, all of it was killing me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled my hips. With another grunt, Ryan took the hint and started moving.

  He dragged his lips up my neck and jaw, until they were back to my mouth. He kissed me as slowly and deeply as he moved, and it felt like hell and heaven rolled into one. Torture and pleasure, and a sense that I would explode and die at any second.

  But I wanted more. I wanted so much more. I wanted everything from him.

  I bit his lower lip and dug my nails into his hard ass, pushing him against me.

  He pulled back and raised an eyebrow at me, a wicked glint in his hazel eyes. “What do you want?” he rasped, his voice heavy.

  To tease me, he slowed even more. I groaned.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  Then he stopped moving all together.

  “What the hell?” I cried.

  He chuckled. “Tell me what you want.”

  Oh, I wouldn’t tell him; I would show him.

  With a wicked grin, I pushed him back and flipped us around. His back hit the mattress and I straddled him, lowering myself to take him in as deep as humanly possible.

  He hissed, his eyes traveling up my body. “I think I like this view.”

  “This is what I want,” I whispered.

  Then I started moving, up and down, up and down, as hard and fast as I could. His hands clutched my waist and he held on to me, cursing under his breath. After a few moments, he lifted his hips, joining me in this sweet torture.

  I leaned over him, changing the friction a little, and Ryan reached up, cupping my breasts. He squeezed, pinched, and teased. Too many feelings and emotions swirled in my chest, in my stomach, in my legs … everywhere. My blood was boiling, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. By the way Ryan clutched me, his concentration at every stroke and touch, I knew it wouldn’t be long for him too.

  God, this was something else. Our first time had been awkward, at least for me. And a little painful. I remembered feeling sore the next morning, knowing it would pass when Ryan and I had sex again. But that never happened.

  After him, I had two one-night stands, then Gavin—but it wasn’t the same. The feeling wasn’t there. I didn’t really like them. I had just been looking for a quick release and nothing else.

  This—here with Ryan, in his bed, with his hands all over me and his eyes filled with desire—was different. This was perfect. This was too much.

  I was about to let go when Ryan withdrew his hands from my body and knotted them behind his head. “Time to admire the view again,” he said.

  I wanted to enjoy the view too. My eyes traveled his taut arms, the muscles even more prominent in this position—damn, he was so, so hot—until I spotted a tattoo on the underside of his triceps. My mouth fell open and I stopped moving.

  It was a “J” surrounded by roses forming a stylized heart.

  Could it—? Was it—?

  Before I could process what I saw and ask him about it, Ryan sat up, circled his arms around me, and rolled us over again.

  He pressed his body to mine. “My turn again.”

  This time, though, he didn’t go slowly. Oh no. He thrust into me even harder and faster than when I was on top, and to torture me more, he slid a hand between us and rolled my clit between his fingers.

  This was it. Ryan was the one I always wanted, and the one I could—would—never have.

  Yet, here we were.

  Surrendering. Relishing. Possessing. Drowning in each other. One last time.

  The perfect closure.

  Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my body shook uncontrollably. Six seconds later, Ryan’s quavering body lay limp over mine.

  As our aftershocks withered, he kissed me again. Slow and deep this time. And maybe it was just me, but I could feel it through his lips, through his tongue, and in his gentle touch. The caring. The longing. The satisfaction.

  With a smile, Ryan broke the kiss. “Be right back,” he said.

  He rolled off me and I instantly grew cold, missing the contact of his warm skin. He stood and marched to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but gawk at his exuberant form, my body instantly heating up again, even though my mind was on the verge of a freak out.

  I tried compartmentalizing what had happened, but it was too much. My mind wanted to analyze it instead. It was like my brain had downloaded too much information and couldn’t process it all at once. Though, instead of information, it was emotion. Pure emotion.

  Satisfaction. Shock. Lust. Sadness. Happiness. Longing. Love.

  Love.

  My throat closed up and I fought back tears.

  In less than thirty seconds, Ryan exited the bathroom, and I closed my eyes, pretending I was sleeping.

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  About Captured Love…

  It’s been four years since twenty-year-old Jessica Hayes has been home, but when she discovers her father is dying, she must return to her hometown in South Carolina and face her past. Jessica thought patching up her relationship with her father would be her biggest challenge, but when she runs into Ryan Dawson—the catalyst of all her problems—she wonders if coming home was a mistake.

  Ryan knows he screwed up. Hell, he paid the price…with interest. But when he runs into his best friend’s little sister, Jessica, he’s reminded that his debt will never truly be paid. He may have turned his life around, but he can’t undo the damage. So, he does what he should have done all those years ago. He stays away from Jessica, and all the other personal demons that still haunt him.

  Jessica thought she wanted nothing to with Ryan, but something is different about him and she needs to know why. When she discovers the truth behind his change, she puts her troubles aside and tries to help him. But is putting her heart back in the line of fire worth disrupting her stable life back in Ohio, or will the past repeat itself, leaving her brokenhearted once again?

  About Juliana Haygert…

  While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.

  Sin For Love

  Fortune For Love, #1

  Claudia Bradshaw

  Holding hands, we walked along the sidewalk that ran the length of the beach. I was sure we looked like a real couple, and I felt a pinch on my heart when I reminded myself that we weren’t. Our arrangement was only temporary, and I needed to remember that before I got hurt.

  Needing an excuse to let go of his hand, I turned so I could face him, and as I started skipping backwards, I asked, “Since we have to go back tomorrow, can we have a fire on the roof tonight?”

  “That’s just what I had in mind,” he replied and caught my hand again, the gentle squeeze he gave telling me not to let go again.

  After a few more short blocks, we reached the shop. It was now seven o’clock and the shop had closed for the day. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a key to unlock the door, punched the code into the security system, and then reached over and flipped on a couple of lights.

  “Come on. I’ll give you the grand tour,” he said and then led me through the shop, showing me the lounge they had set up with leather recliners, large TVs, a pool table, and a few Xbox’s for customers to enjoy while they waited. We then moved on to his back offices so he could sign the paperwork we w
ere there for.

  After he had finished everything, he started to lead me back to the front door but I stopped and said, “I want to see the shop, Reese. Where the work is done.”

  “It’s dirty back there, Tessa. You could ruin your dress,” he replied.

  “Reese,” I said as I stepped closer to him, “I’m not afraid of getting dirty.”

  His smile grew so big that he looked like a kid on Christmas morning, his eyes sparkling at the thought of showing me his toys. He grabbed my hand and we headed to the door that led to the shop.

  When we stepped through, the first thing I noticed was that the floor space was huge. It had to be at least seven thousand square feet. And there were bikes everywhere in different states of completion, ranging from completely built to a couple that were totally disassembled and laid out on white cloths like a diagram. The shop was completely organized, but it was like organized chaos. There weren’t tools lying about or drawers open. Everything had been wiped down, and I didn’t see a drop of oil or grease on the polished floor.

  “This is dirty? Reese, I was expecting to see a total mess when we came back here. This is beautiful,” I said.

  “I haven’t been here for a few days, and the guys can get a little relaxed when I’m not around, so I was expecting it to look like a bomb had gone off back here,” he replied. “We have fourteen guys working at this location now, and each one has his own area. Looks like someone tipped them off that I was coming back today.” Reese laughed.

  “Either that or they are already sucking up for a Christmas bonus. We see it all the time at work. Girls will slack off all year and then the leaves begin to change and all of a sudden they play by the rules and don’t cause any drama.”