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Excerpt from Made: A Stepbrother Romance
The club reeks of luxurious perfumes, sex, and a light overlay of sweat. The odors swirl below my nose. I take a sip of my martini and let the icy liquid trickle slowly over my tongue. I think about taking a man home, putting him in my mouth, feeling his girth and his heat. I let my gaze wander across the crowded space, skipping from one expensive suit to another. A few of the men fill out the sleek cuts of their silk and wool suits with massive shoulders and impressive pecs. My eyes linger on them. I have a weakness for big men who make me feel petite. What would it be like if I wore the red shoes? What kind of man would play a game like this?
That’s when I suddenly understand: this deal must appeal to men who have everything, men who can buy anyone. They don’t merely want a night with a young and beautiful woman. They can have that easily; probably have more opportunities than they have time for. The staid business address in New Jersey offers an experience, something unique; one they can’t have anywhere else or with anyone else.
What would that mean for the young woman who slides her feet into a pair of special shoes?
Butterflies in my stomach. . .
If I were wearing the red shoes right now, he’d be here in the club, somewhere, watching. Would he show himself to me right away? Or make me wait? Will he stalk me like a hunter only to take me without warning. . .
My nipples go tight imagining my fantasy mystery man and if he’s wondering how my tits will feel in his hands, how my pussy will get wet for him. Will he get hard just looking at me? Heat rushes from my pussy up my belly and across my chest.
“I don’t know what they put in that drink, but oh girl, it must be good.” Caylee’s words jolt me from my reverie.
I toss her a sheepish grin and realize I’m blushing. She grins right back at me. “Admit it, you were thinking about sex, the really, really hot kind; the kind you dream about; the kind you need. Am I right?” When I don’t answer, she waves a hand at me. “Oh, don’t bother. I know I’m right.”
It’s my turn to shrug as I try to act casual. Fat chance of pulling that one off when I’m feeling anything but casual.
Reality check, Brooke. You’re too cautious to take a risk. Nobody delivered expensive red shoes to your door and no one in this place has looked twice at you, not to mention the fact you’re way too practical and conservative to show up at a random office in Jersey and sign a freaking contract.
Try telling that to my body. The ache between my legs is still pumping sexual energy into my veins like a drug. I could probably get off if a man dragged his gaze over me too long.
Which is pretty sad when you think about it.
Caylee laughs at my obvious discomfort and kicks back the last of her drink. Her eyes are bright; her cheeks flushed. I’m about to suggest we head down to the main floor when a guy in a dark suit comes up behind her. He’s there only long enough to slip something into her hand before disappearing again into the crowd.
She stills, her eyes going wide. “This is it!” She opens her palm, revealing a burner phone. A red light blinks and then a line of text marches across the screen. After studying it, she holds the phone, so I can see the screen. It looks like a regular incoming call message, except there’s a red button for accept and a blue button for decline.
She flips the phone around and her finger hovers over the red button.
Fear clutches at my throat. I have this feeling something bad is going to happen. “Wait! This is too strange. You don’t know enough. You haven’t even seen the guy or talked to him. That’s not a real choice.”
She shakes her head slowly, seeming a little dazed, maybe from finishing her drink too fast. “I already signed the contract. I can’t say no. I have to do this.”
“But wait—”
Before I can grab the phone away from her, she stabs the red button. We both freeze, staring at the screen. For a few long seconds, nothing happens. Then a green text message pops up: Report to the east door. Mr. Daniels will escort you from that point.
She turns in a circle. “Which way is east?”
While I’m trying to get my bearings, a tall guy who looks like an MMA fighter stuffed into an expensive dark suit appears at Caylee’s elbow.
“Miss Bennett?” he inquires. He’s not wearing a nametag, but I assume he’s the Mr. Daniels from the text message.
She half turns, staring up at him while at the same time reaching back toward me and shoving the burner phone into my hand. I take it and manage not to fumble. Fortunately, Mr. Daniels is preoccupied with Caylee and doesn’t appear to notice what she’s done. His voice is deep, and he’s speaking too softly for me to hear, but Caylee hangs on every word.
The guy finishes his spiel and turns to go. Before following him, Caylee pivots quickly, pulls me into a fierce hug, and whispers into my ear, “Hold onto the phone for me, okay?”
Then she’s off. I watch her follow the big man across the club until they pass through a door marked with gold letters, VIP.
I shove the phone into my bag while muttering to myself how ridiculous the whole situation is, including my irrational fears, which have no basis in reality. The truth is that my friend is going on an adventure and will probably have fabulous sex and come home a whole lot richer. Even Samantha is probably having a better time than I am—assuming she was telling the truth about spending the night at her friend’s house. I should call and check up on her, but I want to trust her; I need to trust her. So I’ve told myself I’m going to do just that until she gives me a solid reason to do otherwise. Meanwhile, I’m standing here like I’m 24-going-on-80 and worried bad things will happen if I stay out past my bedtime.
Fuck that.
I decide Caylee is right. I need a night out, and I’m here. Why waste an amazing dress or a hot club filled with even hotter guys?
Oh my, check out that one. . .
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Excerpt from Trapped In His World: A Dark Romance
It is almost six in the evening and I am still sitting at my desk. I’m sure just about everyone else has gone home. I wonder if Mr. Black remembers that he asked me to remain in the office until he gets back. I sit patiently and wait. Luckily, he strolls into the office not too long after. He seems to be in a dark mood. Maybe his meeting didn’t go very well. His gaze finds me and roams over my face. I am tempted to pull out my mirror and look to see if I have something on my face. “Navia, thank you for waiting, follow me to my office please,” he says softly.
I nod and quickly get up, not wanting to upset him any further. As I make my way to the office I wonder what this is all about. Consternation creeps in as negative thoughts fill my mind. Maybe I did something wrong or maybe he doesn’t like the way I work. What if he is calling me into his office to fire me on my first day? My shoulders droop slightly. If I can’t do a job for one week or even a day, who is going to hire me now? We reach his office and he shuts the door, turning the lock. I frown. That’s strange. Why does he feel the need to lock the door? I nibble nervously at my lower lip and twirl my hands together. “Uh, how was your meeting?” I ask feebly, forcing a smile. It’s very hard to do, considering that I am a nervous wreck.
“It didn’t go as planned,” he says shortly.
I release a low breath. OK, maybe this has nothing to do with me after all. “I’m sorry to hear that.” I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me why he wanted me to stay after hours and why I am standing in his office. All he does is rake his gaze over me. He reaches up to loosen his tie and run his fingers through his hair. I wish I could do that for him, run my fingers through his head of luxurious-looking black hair. He seems troubled, as if he is battling internally with himself. I detect a play of emotion across his features and they disappear quickly. How does he do that? How does he give a slight sliver of emotion and return to cool and emotionless so quickly? It makes it difficult to read him. What is he thinking right now?
I begin to bite my lower lip again and his gaze lands on my lips. I stop biting immediately and my tongue darts out to moisten my lips. His eyes follow my tongue’s movement. I swallow hard, feeling too hot all of a sudden. He steps toward me and I take a step back, the back of my legs hitting against his desk. I can go no further. My nervous lip-biting resumes. “Don’t do that, Navia,” he whispers, reaching out to cup my chin with long fingers. He smoothens a finger over my lower lip and I forget to continue breathing. “It’s very tempting to kiss you when you do that.”
My eyes widen. I don’t have much experience, but I am pretty sure this is not typical employer-employee behavior. I am speechless, my mind in turmoil. Should I speak out and tell him this is not appropriate, or say and do nothing, to see how far he goes? The devil on the left side of my shoulder tells me to do the latter. “Do you have any idea why I called you in here, Navia?”
I swallow hard. “N-Not the slightest idea,” I breathe out.
His lips curl, “Your innocence is refreshing. Are you really as innocent as you seem?”
“Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Innocent in what way?” I watch as he peels off his jacket and throws it onto a chair. I follow his every movement, noticing how graceful and powerful each movement is. He is still standing very close, and I find it difficult to think straight.
“I have wanted to do something since I locked eyes with you on Saturday.” His gaze lowers to my mouth. “Your full lips are very tantalizing, just like the rest of you.”
I gawk up at him. I am in shock over his statement. He finds me tantalizing? I find it hard to believe that a man like Jason Black finds me attractive. “Err… I-I—,” my words refuse to come out properly. His lips twitch as if he is enjoying my discomfort. He lowers his head to mine, and his lips hover mere centimeters above mine. My breathing quickens. I want to pinch myself. This is playing out just like one of the dreams I had about him. Maybe this isn’t real. He doesn’t kiss me but continues to watch me intently.
“Would you like me to kiss you, Navia?” he enquires. Hell yes! I shout in my mind. But the words can’t pass my lips. I nod. “Answer me properly,” he demands. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I— yes,” I pant.
“Yes, what?”
I want so badly to feel his lips on mine. I ache for it. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Next time make sure you say ‘please.’”
There’s going to be a next time? Before I can analyze his statement any further, I draw in a breath as his lips capture mine. His mouth moves gently, urging my lips to move to part. I love the smooth, warm feel of his mouth, and my lips soon part to allow him entrance into my mouth. His gentle movements soon become more rough and urgent. He cups my face and forces my head back, causing me to moan in shock and delight. I moan as he ravishes my mouth. He pulls away to whisper, “You taste just as good as I thought you would.” He tastes just as good as I thought he would, as well, and his lips are just as soft. But I say nothing. What am I supposed to say? That I loved it and I want him to kiss me again? My fingers move to touch swollen lips ravaged by his passionate kiss. “Do you want more, Navia?” he asks.
My eyes fly up to meet his, “More kissing?”
A wicked grin forms on his lips, and I frown. “I guess you really are that innocent,” he says lowly. His grin turns into a grimace and he takes several steps back. He closes his eyes and whispers, “I shouldn’t do this. I should send you home, leave you the hell alone.”
Alarm rises in me. “Send me home? No, please don’t. I really need this job.”
He frowns, “It’s not about the damn job, Navia.”
I am immensely relieved, but still confused. “Oh, then what is it about?”
He rushes forward. “To hell with it, I can’t resist,” he growls.
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Excerpt from Her Godfather.
Joel was having difficulty with his pants. The sight of Rhonda caused his manhood to bulge against the restraints of his briefs. He didn’t understand the effect she had on him, but it was profound. He had always enjoyed a woman’s body and then gone on his way. For him it had been a mere amusement. But with Rhonda it was more. He could not seem to get enough of her, and he couldn’t seem to control his own orgasm. Never had he found himself in such a predicament.
Joel took Rhonda by the arm and brought her close to him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, something he had not done before. He managed to get her mouth open and started sparring with her tongue, enjoying her willingness to let him do as he wished.
Rhonda had never been kissed before, other than the occasional affectionate kiss from her parents, and this was completely foreign to her. She did not realize what she was missing out on.
Joel was enjoying Rhonda’s body so close to his, embracing him as he kissed her. She felt so good, all he wanted to do was lay her down and plunge himself deep inside of her. But he must not do that yet. He had special plans for this evening, and he would have to pace himself. This new, submissive Rhonda was turning him on like none other before her. Right now he desperately needed to get out of his pants.
Joel released Rhonda from his kiss and took her hand. When they reached the bed that was located on the far side of the room, she stretched out on her back without having to be told. Joel stared at her while he quickly removed his clothing. As soon as his clothes fell in a heap on the floor, he joined her on the bed and resumed their kiss, wanting to hold onto her submission.
Rhonda was lost in Joel’s kiss. Something about the way his tongue danced with hers made her feel good. She tried to fight it, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. There were strange tingling sensations starting in her most private places, and nothing she did made them go away. She felt Joel’s hand move across her stomach and down toward her womanhood. He gently pushed her legs apart so that he would have access to her most intimate place. She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers found her clitoris and started massaging it, causing the tingling sensations to increase.
When Joel plunged his finger deep inside Rhonda, he discovered that she was already wet with desire. He knew that they could have something good together if she would only relax and allow herself to enjoy it. He felt her contract when he inserted another finger and started moving in and out of her.
Rhonda found herself lost in the feelings Joel was stimulating in her body. She didn’t realize that he had left her mouth and moved between her legs until she felt his hot mouth on her clitoris. She picked up her head and looked down at his while he tormented her with his tongue. This just was not right, but the things she was feeling were too strong to resist. She finally laid her head back and closed her eyes, giving in to the pleasures of her body.
It was easy to see that Rhonda was enjoying this. She was wet and there was no denying the pleasure that was playing across her face. Now was the time to test his theory of teasing her. If he brought her to the brink, only to stop short, perhaps she would beg him the way he wanted her to. Testing his theory, he continued to torment her with his tongue until he felt her muscles start to contract, and then he immediately stopped what he was doing.
What the hell? Joel had brought her to the brink of fulfillment, then he had stoppe
d, leaving Rhonda’s body frustrated for more. Her eyes popped open and she looked to see what he was doing, because stopping was the last thing she needed right now.
“I want to extend this evening for as long as possible. I do not want you to climax just yet. I enjoy watching your pleasure, but I have much more in store for you tonight,” Joel said.
Of course, Joel had to be in control, and Rhonda’s body had betrayed her and went along with it. She immediately felt betrayed and frustrated at the same time. What more could he possibly want? She had allowed him to do as he pleased, and that didn’t seem to be enough. She did not understand this man who wanted complete control of her life.
Joel knew that Rhonda’s ardor had quickly cooled. He also knew that he could arouse her again. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she had enjoyed what he was doing to her. It was time to move on to her next lesson.
Rhonda watched as Joel retrieved two shiny balls off the table beside the bed. He spread her legs again and pushed the two balls up inside her, leaving her to wonder what he was up to.
“Now, I want you to get out of this bed and walk around the room, but you must use your muscles to hold these balls inside you. Do not allow them to fall out, or I will not be pleased,” he said.
Well, how hard could this be? Rhonda stood beside the bed and constricted her muscles to hold the balls inside. When she started to walk, she discovered a strange sensation coming from deep inside. The balls were moving with each step she took, and they were causing those strange sensations again. Each step she took got harder, and soon her muscles were constricting on their own, holding the balls snugly inside her. This was proving to be some type of sexual torture. Joel was lying there watching her humiliate herself by just walking. Just a few more steps and Rhonda knew that she would totally lose control of her senses and give in to the pleasure of the balls.
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