by Jess Dee
“Proof positive,” he said at last, “that you are indeed very, very wet.”
She didn’t answer, just stared at him with huge eyes and nodded.
“Now I’m curious about something else.”
She rubbed herself sinuously against his hand. “And that is?”
“Just exactly whose finger you want inside you, Duchess. Mine…or Blake’s?”
She looked at him through passion-darkened eyes. “Kiss me again and I’ll tell you.”
Hell, who was he to refuse, especially when her lips were all pouty and parted, waiting for his tongue? As their mouths met, he softly tapped her clit. Her responding purr urged him on.
Lily kissed him harder, chasing his tongue with her own when he withdrew and inviting him back. For long moments, their mouths and lips tangoed as his hand played to his heart’s content.
She pushed up his shirt and flattened her palms against the skin on his back. Then her hands were all over him, trailing along his spine, clinging to his shoulders, edging back along his sides down to his waist. A frustrated moan escaped her throat, and she tore her mouth from his, dragged his T-shirt over his shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Lily buried her nose in Angus’s neck. Her breath tickled, and the sensation of her skin against his sent another powerful surge of lust through him.
“Truth time, Duchess. Give me a name. Angus or Blake.”
She bit his neck, hard enough to hurt and gentle enough that desire jolted his dick. “Truth time,” she agreed and bit him again before answering, “Angus.” Then, a heartbeat later, “And Blake.”
Angus’s vision darkened momentarily. From resentment…or excitement?
“Both of you. Separately and together,” Lily said in that husky voice of hers, the one she only used when aroused. “Your fingers and your cocks.” She nibbled her way up his neck to his ear. “That, for me, would be the ultimate. The first prize. Alone, you’d each drive me wild. Together… Mmmm. Heaven.”
A combination of pain, pleasure, frustration and need hit him hard in the gut, making him grimace.
Lily bit his earlobe. “Does that shock you?”
Did it? “Yeah… But it also turns me the fuck on.” Because if he were as honest as Lily, he’d acknowledge that kissing Lily in Blake’s hotel was fucking sexy. It left him hungry for more, hungry for things he’d never contemplated before. Things like seeing Blake’s finger in Lily’s pussy. Blake’s cock too.
And, Christ, it made him hungry for a taste of Blake’s mouth too. And his cock.
It made him want Blake all wrapped around him—just the way Lily was all wrapped around him. Jesus fuck, being here, in Blake’s place with Lily, just made him want. End of story.
“It shocks me too.” The voice that spoke was neither Lily’s nor Angus’s—and it sent hot chills all the way down Angus’s spine.
Revenge wasn’t supposed to be this sweet…
If You Want Me
© 2014 Cassi Carver
The Ashford Legacy, Book 2
Sara Castillo has sworn never to get sucked into the world of the rich and famous, not after billionaire Benjamin Swayne broke her heart and left her carrying the burden of their shared secret.
Now Sara has a successful career working with her dear friend, Kyle Ashford, and her life runs like a well-oiled machine—until Kyle chooses Ben as his best man. No way will Sara let the renowned bad boy turn Kyle’s bachelor party into a front-page fiasco. She’s going to plan the party herself…even if she has to blackmail Ben into agreeing.
Ben isn’t thrilled about working with a woman who’d like to shank him and dump his body in a roadside ditch. But he’s willing to let Sara meddle, if only to teach her a lesson. And if the sight and scent of his old flame still makes his head swim…well, tough.
After Kyle’s party is wrapped up, Ben may finally be able to put Sara in the past. That is, if their time together doesn’t convince them they have a future.
Warning: This book contains a woman who likes being in control, a billionaire who likes to make her lose it, and enough sex toys to satisfy an army.
Enjoy the following excerpt for If You Want Me:
Ben had been tossing in his bed, unable to do much more than ache for Sara, when a strange sound startled him. After a few seconds, he realized it was probably Sara’s electric toothbrush. But then came the toe-curling moan through the wall, and he knew exactly what that sound was.
He sat up in bed, almost indignant that his ex-lover would use a toy so…so callously when he was in the very next room. Was she trying to hurt him? Hell, was she trying to kill him? Because he was sure at the instant filling of his cock that no blood remained above his shoulders, and that must be dangerous, right?
And what the hell kind of toy was that, anyway? From the sound of it, it was either a dentist’s drill or she was being bred by some sci-fi kinky-ass aliens. Like an alien orgy. Maybe he should check on her to make sure she was okay…
He caught himself before he made it to the door and lay back down on the bed, his cock so full it felt as if it might rupture. He ran a hand down his length and hissed in a breath. He heard the slight sound of her bed moving and didn’t appreciate the visions of her hips moving along with it. Yeah, she was punishing him all right. Problem was, he knew what for, and he sure as hell didn’t deserve it.
The rhythmic pulsation of her toy buzzed in his ears like a swarm of cicadas. He sat up, braced his feet on the floor and buried his face in his hands. Sara was all he’d ever wanted. She was his first love and his last. Giving her that much power over his heart had been the worst mistake of his life, followed closely by agreeing to make this trip to Montana with her. He might have to sit beside her in that car and make small talk, trying to crush all thoughts of her engagements to other men, but this, this having to listen to her fantasize about only God knew who, was fucking ridiculous.
When her breaths started coming faster and faster, he rose to his feet and began to pace, his rock-hard cock bobbing with every step. Maybe he should give her something better to fantasize about than some starched-shirt college professor. Maybe he could make her remember why she’d loved him once.
He froze when her first panted cry echoed through the walls. He knew Sara—would never forget the sounds of her pleasure—so he knew she would only get louder. But suddenly, she shrieked. “What? No!” And then something smacked into the wall between their rooms.
He was at her door before he’d even had a chance to consider his next move, but his fist rocked to a stop just an inch from the door. He was so hot for her, but so pissed at the same time, that he was starting to sweat. He blew a breath out between pursed lips and forced his knuckles to rap lightly when what he wanted to do was slam his palm against the door in frustration. “Sara? You okay in there? Did you…throw something?”
Next was her groan, and he was quickly relearning the difference between her groans and her moans. Big difference. “Sorry,” she answered. “I…uh…yeah.”
“Need help with anything?” He cleared his throat. Why was he even being nice to her when she thought the worst of him? And he didn’t think his warm fuzzies were just because she might be naked in there. Though his cock totally approved of that image. “Can I get you something?”
“Ben.”
“Yeah?”
“Come in and stop talking through the door.”
He hesitated for a moment, then twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Sara had the light on low and she’d draped a red shirt over the lampshade, casting the room in a sensual rose glow. She had the covers pulled up to her collarbone and two pillows wedged behind her head.
He slowly approached, not sure what to expect but hoping like hell she didn’t see the massive hard-on he had for her. “Didn’t want to bother you. I just thought I heard a cry of distress.”
She cocked a brow in response. “A cry of distress?”
He grimaced. “Yeah. You know the one that came after those other cries.”
Sara blew out a breath, sending a strand of rich brown hair flying before it settled once again over her eye. “You…uh…heard that, did you?”
With a pained smile, he cast his gaze down to his groin and the eight inches of proof he was packing. “Sure did. Maybe the walls are thinner in a four-star hotel.”
She covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”
A sudden vibration made the dresser tremble and he tracked the sound to the floor beside the chest of drawers. A huge dildo lay discarded on the floor, still glistening from Sara’s juices. It burst to life, actually expanding and contracting like an inchworm before convulsing and sputtering to a stop once again.
Ben reached down and picked it up by the base. The gears cranked, the beads swirling and grinding, and he almost dropped the thing. Squinting in the dim light, he found the off switch and pressed it, then extended the toy to Sara. “So I’m assuming you had a technical difficulty with your newest gadget?”
Sara sat up and the sheet slipped lower on her breasts. She caught it just before Ben got to be reintroduced to his favorite breasts on the planet. Damn it. It was the least she could do, leaving him in knots like this.
With no apparent concern for his condition, Sara ripped the vibrator from his grip and slammed it against the bed. “Cheap-ass thing. It stopped right before I did. I’d call the dude ranch and tell them you want your money back. Sue their asses.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. Sara looked truly annoyed that she been robbed of an orgasm, as though her frustration could be any worse than his tonight. “Sorry you had to endure that, sweetheart. I’ll call my lawyers first thing in the morning. Those bunnies will rue the day they sent you home with sub-par gear.”
Her scowl slowly tilted into a smile. “Well…being fair, I haven’t tried the others yet.”
Red Red Wine
Jess Dee
She’s tantalizing…tempting…and taken.
Tastes of Seduction, Book 2
When Andrew Stafford’s business partner banishes him from work with strict instructions to take a much-needed holiday, the offer of five days relaxing in wine country is too enticing to refuse. As is the woman he encounters the minute he arrives at the hotel.
She’s everything Andrew’s ever wanted in a partner, and meeting her should be the answer to all of his prayers. Except for one thing—she’s strictly off limits.
Tori Worthing has never been happier. She’s about to marry an amazing man, and her life is laid out perfectly before her—until her dream winery wedding becomes an unexpected nightmare. Her heart shattered, she turns to the one place she never expected to find comfort—a stranger’s arms.
Tori and Andrew both know theirs is a rebound affair destined to end when the week is over. But when the time comes, letting her go proves to be the hardest step Andrew’s ever had to take.
Warning: Jilted brides are not supposed to have this much fun. Especially when the fun involves a bottle of red, a sexy man and getting naked in the gazebo at midnight.
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Red Red Wine
Copyright © 2014 by Jess Dee
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Table of Contents
Dedication
With Thanks
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
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