She bit her lip and walked toward him. Not normally a submissive woman, she loved the look of pure power in his eyes when she did his bidding.
He pulled her into his arms and dropped his lips onto hers. He plundered her mouth, slowly stroking between her lips to taste every corner and crevice. She swore he mapped the inside of her mouth. He ran his tongue across her teeth, probed beneath her tongue, and tangled with hers in a sexy and naughty promise of what would come. His mouth was cool and faintly sweet from the light beer he’d just sucked down.
His hands wandered from her waist to her hips and then down to her bottom. He grabbed a fistful of cheek in each hand and pulled her flush against him. Finally the need to breathe overrode the need to taste him, and she pulled back.
“God, I don’t remember you being able to make me forget everything with a kiss. I think I like the older, more experienced Ford.”
“Well, while you were always a hot little thing, I don’t remember you requiring a sign that warned of dangerous curves. You shaped up real nice, Mel.” He leaned down and kissed her again.
With a whimper of desire, she clung to his broad shoulders and let him ravage her mouth. She stroked and tasted with as much fervor as he did, but if she let go of his shoulders she would crumple in a heap of jellied limbs. He broke the kiss and tried to put some space between them. “We need to talk about a few things.”
She leaned in to rekindle their kiss, but he placed his fingers over her lips and stopped her.
“I’m serious, Mel. We need to talk.” The man groaned. Then he swept her up into his arms and carried her to the couch, and sat down with her straddled across his legs. The slinky red dress rode up on her thighs to reveal her sexy matching garters.
“No, we don’t. Not right now. Not when I need you to fill me with your cock.” She shifted so that her thighs pressed against the outer edges of his and drew his gaze south to the black lace bands held up by red clips.
He groaned and shut his eyes. “Mel, I’m trying to do the right thing here. Please...”
He sounded so pained, so determined that as much as she wanted to snatch open his pants and climb on his pole, she didn’t. And that was some Xena-like restraint. She slid off his lap, straightened her dress, and settled next to him. “Okay. Talk.”
He clenched his hands into fists as he shifted so they faced each other. “We didn’t use a condom last time. Are you okay with that or do I need to glove up?”
“We’re good. I trust you and like I said, I’m on the pill.”
“All right. The things we did last time, when I tied you up. If we’re gonna keep playing like that, we need some ground rules to keep us both safe.”
“Ford, you aren’t the first guy that’s tied me up.” Her cheeks heated. She did not want to talk with him about this stuff. About her past.
A small muscle in his jaw leapt at her statement. Then it continued to tick in a steady rhythm that drew her attention. “Everything we do has to be safe, sane, and consensual. What we did the other night is only the tip of my iceberg. I’m not the same boy you knew. I have a darker side, a more dominant side than you remember.”
He was right, she didn’t know him. Not really. Damn it, once again she dove headfirst into Ford’s end of the swimming hole. Last time she did that he left her treading water alone. The cool air teased her lace-covered nipples and skated across her flesh. “You’re right. I don’t really know Ford the man, but I want to.” She remained still on the couch, while hope burned in her chest. The wait didn’t last long. Seized by big strong hands and hauled into his lap, he settled her against his chest.
“I’m not trying to scare you, Mel, but I don’t want you to look back on this and regret what we did. Regret giving us a chance, even if it doesn’t work out.”
She drew a breath and leaned away from his warmth. Some things never changed. Ford remained her knight, her protector. His armor was dirty and dented, it no longer shone. But, at his core, he was the same person she had loved since high school. She placed her palms against each of his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eyes. “The only regret I have right now is that I let you walk away without a fight. The other night was so unexpected and so damn hot my panties have been wet ever since. I couldn’t regret a single thing about giving us a second chance, and for the record you don’t scare me.” But loving him? That scared the crap out of her. Pushing aside her racing heart, she pressed her lips to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She punctuated her statement with a demanding kiss that explored and teased even as pleasure zinged from her lips to her toes.
He growled as he tore his mouth from hers. In one swift move, he flipped her onto her back and pinned her arms over her head. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs in desire-fueled gulps and told her how affected he was. “I need to know what your boundaries are, that you are participating because you want to, not because I made you, and I need to know that you understand how to bring things to a halt. I need to know these things because, Mel, I am going to test every boundary you set. I am going to butt up against them and maybe bust a few, and in the end I am going to make you scream with pleasure until you pass out from exhaustion.”
Her hips bucked reflexively against his hips as he straddled her on the couch. With her arms pinned, all she could do was talk. There was no distracting him. No using her body to draw his attention where she wanted it. “God, Ford. Please. Please make me scream.” She closed her eyes and focused on trying to rub against the hard ridge of his erection.
“Limits, Mel.” The command in his voice seared through her lust soaked haze and grabbed her attention.
“I-I d-don’t know. The ropes were good.” She glanced around unable to fully focus to find the words to say what she wanted. This side of Ford was familiar from the other night, yet new. He was much more intense. More demanding. Just...more.
“Spanking?” He snapped out the question.
“God, yes.”
“Anal?”
“Yes.”
“Coming on you?” He ground his cock against her pussy.
“Mmmmm...” Mel let her eyes close as she imagined him standing over her and shooting his—
Smack. Her thigh tingled where he slapped her.
“Focus, darlin’. Right here, eyes on me.”
She stared into his eyes and waited.
“Coming on you was a yes. Light pain?”
“Some. No whips. Nothing crazy. Pinch my nipples, stuff like that.”
“Okay, what’s your safe word?” He kept her wrists pinned with one hand and used his free fingers to trace over her lips and each cheekbone.
“Uncle.”
“Uncle it is. You understand if you use it, everything stops then and there.”
“Yes...” Her lids drifted down and blocked out the sight of him looming over her. “Do I call you something? Sir or master, or something?”
“No titles. Just be respectful.” He kissed her left eye lid. “Responsive.” He did the same on the right. “Honest.” He kissed her lips with a gentle sweep of his. “And true to yourself. If something I want or suggest doesn’t work for you, then I expect you to use your safe word tonight.”
“I will.” She pressed up against his heat.
“And, darlin’, we will do a thorough formal agreement on limits real soon. Now, I want you to stand up and strip for me.”
She nodded and he released her wrists. Standing on rubbery legs, she peeled off her sexy red armor to reveal her black and red lingerie.
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“All of it.” Ford sat back against the couch and willed himself not to leap on her as she unveiled the rest of her flesh for him. Damn, he couldn’t wait to sink back into her hot, tight pussy. Then she turned around and bent over to pull her panties down. Her shaved, pink pussy peeked out at him. The light glistened off the wet folds and beckoned him to take action. He leaned forward, placed one hand on each of her upper thighs, and said, “Don’t move.”
Her legs qui
vered beneath his touch, even as he pressed forward and dipped his tongue into her juices. He traced the moisture-soaked slit from between her thighs to her seeping channel. Her breath hitched as his dick throbbed. “Ford?”
“Yeah, Mel?” His response rumbled in his chest as he clenched her thighs tighter.
“Fuck me. Please?” Her whimpered request pushed him past all his good intentions of pleasuring her before filling her.
Good intentions would have to wait for next time. “Grab your ankles, darlin’.” He stood up, practically ripped his pants open, and in a single stroke plunged deep into her waiting depths. Oh God, she was everything he remembered and more. Her pussy clenched his shaft in a choke hold that had his hips bucking involuntarily. Deeper. More.
“Oh...” She drew the one word out on a sigh.
Ford slid backwards until only the tip was lodged in her opening and then he shoved back in. He retreated again, a little quicker this time, and then sank deep inside her. As his pace increased, her gasps and sexy little noises amplified. Within a few minutes, he pounded into her as though his life depended on how thoroughly he fucked her.
As deep as he was, it was not enough. He needed to be so far inside her that he couldn’t crawl out for days, years, maybe ever. Yeah, forever sounded real good right at that moment. He thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her backwards with every thrust forward as she held on to her ankles.
Trust. She trusted him to keep her safe. Trusted him, despite all the other times he’d failed her, to take care of her. Trusted him to see to her pleasure.
He reached around and burrowed between her thighs to find her clit. When he found the slick nub, swollen to the size of a pea, he stroked it. She shattered around him in a breathtaking orgasm that hurtled him over the edge right behind her. With a mindless shout of pleasure he slammed his cock into her over and over as he filled her with his cum.
Mine.
It was an animalistic thought ripped from his guts. He’d always known it, even when he was denying the truth. There could be no other woman for him. Ever.
As they tumbled back to reality, he collapsed back onto the couch and pulled her with him. Still joined, he clutched her to his chest. “You’re mine, Mel. I’ll never give you up again.”
She stilled in his arms, slipped off his softening dick and then off his lap. She turned to face him, knelt between his thighs, and got right in his face. “You can’t give up what won’t go away. If you ever get stupid on me again, I guarantee I will tie you to the bed until you come to your senses. I swear to you I will use every weapon at my disposal to make you see the error of your ways. I love you, Ford. I always have, and God help me I always will.”
“I love you, too, darlin’.” Then he scooped her up and kissed her while he prayed to any God who’d listen to let him keep her.
At some point, they parted to allow air into their oxygen starved lungs. She smiled that sexy, taunting little smile he remembered from high school. She pulled it out whenever she was angling to get him to do something, and it usually involved challenging him in some way.
“Now that we broke the ice, how about you try finding some of those boundaries of mine you claimed you were gonna butt up against.”
“Careful what you wish for...” He arched a brow and stared at the vixen who’d fulfilled every Christmas wish he’d made since his freshman year of college. “You just might get it, I sure did. Merry Christmas, darlin’.”
❄ The End ❄
Meet Sorcha Mowbray
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
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JUST’S DESSERTS
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Rachel Kenley
Dessert as foreplay?
Justine Caldorini saves her passion for the desserts she creates. Adam Stade pours his focus into his work, but after a brief meeting, he can't stop thinking about the luscious Justine. With a clever lie he sets up an evening where he can have her all to himself and find out if it is the food or the woman he has to have more of.
If Justine dares to open her heart to Adam, she may have found a man even more delectable then her desserts.
Adam Stade no longer heard the conversation of the woman seated on his right because he had the sudden impression the taste of his dessert was giving him an erection. He was only half listening to what she was rambling about for most of the meal anyway, but now he tuned her out completely and stared at the beautiful chocolate confection in front of him.
Certain he must be mistaken, he took another bite. His blood surged and the unmistakable tingling in his crotch returned. He pressed his lips together to keep from moaning out loud. Looking around the table at the other diners, he tried to see if anyone else was having the same reaction. Nothing he saw in their faces gave away any unexpected pleasure. Of course, four courses and lots of wine made everyone look a little flushed and satisfied.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said for the last several minutes have you?” the woman’s petulant voice broke through the sexual haze of his thoughts.
“What? Oh, sorry Candace no I haven’t.”
“Are you alright?” She placed a hand on his arm as she spoke. Her concern was unlikely genuine, and her touch did nothing for him. He knew she was looking for ways to get closer to him all night. She was, unfortunately, like most of the women he went out with these days. They wanted to be on his arm, then in his bed, and then take him off the hottest bachelor list entirely. Tonight’s fundraising dinner to benefit families in need for the holiday season was his fourth and, he was fairly certain, last date with her. He would have ended it after three, but he was committed to hosting the charity event and he was expected to bring a guest. It was as easy to invite Candace as anyone else. Besides, he needed to talk to the potential donors, not her, and he had for most of the evening. She put on a very concerned expression and asked, “Is there something wrong, darling?”
He refocused on her for a moment. He hated false endearments. “Nothing, thanks. Long meal after a long day, and I am expecting more of the same tomorrow. I was distracted.” That was an understatement.
“Is there anything I can do?” The invitation in her voice was as obvious as the rest of her, and couldn’t have been more unwelcome. He pulled his arm away from her.
“No,” he said curtly, but at the hurt look in her eyes he added, “but thank you for asking.” The smile returned to her face. Adam returned to his dessert.
With the next bite, the pleasure whipped through his body again and thoughts of anything other than the sensations he was experiencing disappeared. His focus was only on the treasure in front of him. It made him think of cool sheets and hot skin. Of the melting that happens in the heat of passion. Of kisses that should be endless and nights that felt that way. Of a warm willing woman he wanted to pleasure for hours who would taste as sweet as this confection, if not sweeter.
“Is something wrong, Mr. Stade?” This time the voice came from his left side. And from a man. Adam turned to see Hugo Lansing, the execut
ive chef and owner, looking down at him.
He reluctantly swallowed the last bite of his dessert. “Everything is fine, Hugo.” Unless you consider my pants being too tight a problem. “Wonderful in fact. Lansing’s continues to live up to and even surpass its reputation as one of the best restaurants in Boston. I’m glad we chose to hold our donor dinner here. And I am thrilled at the benefit tonight will create.”
“I am pleased to hear that. It was an honor to host you and your guests. I hope it becomes a worthwhile evening for the Boston Youth Corps. And I am looking forward to Christmas Day dinner for them as well.”
“You and your staff did a phenomenal job. Especially on dessert. What is… was…” he looked at his plate and doubted he was able to hide the longing in his voice, “this wonderful delicacy.”
The big man’s face lit up. “It is a special new creation of our pastry chef. She named it Meglio Sesso. You enjoyed it?”
“Very much.” More understatement, he thought. “It was quite unique. Nothing like I have ever… just a moment. Did you say ‘Meglio Sesso’?”
“You have heard of it before?”
Adam started to laugh. “No, of course not. As you said, it’s a new creation. Tell me, is your pastry chef Italian?” He knew Lansing was French.
“She is. Why do you ask?”
And a female, all the more intriguing. “The name of the dessert. Did she tell you what it means?”
“No, sir. I did not think to ask. It sounded beautiful and seemed to match the presentation. Should I be concerned?”
“Not at all. I would like to meet her. Is she still here?”
“She is. I will send her out.”
“No, take me to her,” he stood immediately and made some quick excuses to his guests.
Adam walked with the chef to the back of the establishment and into the busy mini-city of the restaurant kitchen. Although he’d been in commercial kitchens before, the noise level always surprised him. The movements of the occupants almost dance like. People hurried purposely, wait staff and chefs of all levels weaving in and around each other. Since it was close to closing they were cleaning, putting things away, and taking inventory for the next day’s needs.
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