by Leah Braemel
“I’m not the one who flew to New York.”
She rested her head on his chest. “I’m sorry about that. I just needed to get away to think.”
“You could have stuck around a bit longer before hopping on a plane. It’s not like I could have chased after you, if that’s what you were expecting.” His hands kneaded her behind before pulling her on top of his erection. “You left me handcuffed and shackled, remember?”
“How long did they leave you there?” She wondered who’d had the guts to release him, and if they could still see out of both eyes.
“Hard to tell, they were so busy yakkin’ at me I zoned out.” More likely he was shouting and cursing them. “Then they started arguin’ with each other and walked out and left me hanging there until Fredriksson came to check on me.” A sensible precaution, once freed he probably would have taken them all on. “By the time I got to your place you were gone. Anyway, that’s in the past, right?”
She nodded and shifted closer. “You said you had a couple of conditions. What’s the second one?”
“That you remember I love you, and that I know you’re my here and now. That you’re my future.”
“I think I can agree to that. Provided that you accept that while we’re together, I’m going to be your personal bodyguard.”
Sam chuckled then kissed her until she was lightheaded. “Then that means you’ll be guardin’ me for life. Because, Rosebud, when you’re around I’m gonna need a lot of personal protection.”
About the Author
The only woman in a houseful of men, Leah often takes refuge in her office in an effort to avoid the dishes and dust bunnies. Writing about hunky heroes and hot sex is so much more rewarding than housework.
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Steve’s Story
© 2009 Jess Dee
Circle of Friends, Book 2.
Steve Sommers is having a gut-wrenching week. His fiancée has left him, the woman who broke his heart is back in town—and they’re all gathered at the bedside of his best friend, who’s in a coma. The emotional ties between them are strained to the breaking point. Like it or not, it’s up to Steve to find the strength and compassion to support the four of them through the toughest ordeal of their lives.
In the midst of the turmoil and trauma, passion unexpectedly flares anew between Steve and the woman he loves. Suddenly the future he’d believed lost lies within his reach. But she still carries the secret that once tore them apart, and determined to protect Steve from the truth, she fights their rekindled relationship every step of the way.
Now the fragile bond they’ve developed hangs in the balance, threatened by a reality that love may not be strong enough to overcome…
Warning: This book might just make you cry, but it’ll make you smile as well. The story will probably get you all hot and bothered too. It contains naughty activities in the car, sex on the kitchen counter (and up against the wall), a quickie in the garden, a little experimenting with scarves—oh, and some hot loving in the bedroom.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Steve’s Story:
With the door securely locked behind her, she collapsed against the wall, panting.
Oh God. Her heart hammered against her chest and her hands shook, her body desperately craving a fix.
Steve infuriated her. He drove her nuts. He was the most stubborn, obnoxious, presumptuous man ever, and yet she still hungered for his body and his touch. Like an addict. She clenched her fists and howled in frustration—then nearly jumped out of her skin as the securely locked door opened beside her.
She stared in horror as Steve stepped inside. “How…?”
“Key,” he offered helpfully and held it up to show her. “The receptionist gave me an extra one when you checked in. You didn’t notice?”
“What…?” Shit, what was he doing here?
“Weren’t you listening?” He set the key on the table and stepped closer, trapping her against the wall. “I told you in the car. When we get back to your apartment, I’m going to kiss you.”
“You can’t.” Could he?
“Oh, but I can.” He pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her head and dipped his face towards hers. “And I will.”
And he did. His lips claimed hers. In seconds, he was devouring her. Enticing her. Exciting her.
Penelope reacted on instinct, in the same way any fuming woman in her situation would. She lifted her rage-filled arms and threw them around his neck, kissing him right back. Ravenously. It didn’t matter how hard she’d rallied against him in the car or how much she’d refused to take his verbal seduction seriously. The instant he touched her, any idea of resistance melted away.
When he did as he’d promised and ripped off her shirt, Pen didn’t flinch. On the contrary, she yanked off her bra and pushed his head down to her aching, swollen breasts. As his lips touched her burning skin she couldn’t suppress the moan that burst from her throat. He suckled her tight nipples, his predatory mouth lighting fires all over her body.
The five o’clock shadow on his chin grazed her sensitive flesh, the light burn triggering a sweet, urgent ache. “Steve,” she gasped, “please…”
He raised his head from her breast, stared at her through midnight blue eyes. Eyes darkened by desire. “Please what?”
“Please.” She couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think.
“Tell me, Pen.” He nibbled her lower lip. “Are you wearing panties?” His hands covered her breasts, kneading them.
“Oh.” Her head fell back.
“Are you?” Fingers pinched lightly at the taut nipples, the erotic pain shooting through her in tiny bullets of pleasure.
“Yes,” she managed to whisper.
He sucked gently on her lip, running his tongue along the inside. “Do you want to be wearing panties?”
“No.” That wasn’t a whisper. It was a heartfelt plea. She didn’t want to be wearing anything. She wanted to be naked. With Steve.
She’d barely drawn breath when she found herself in his arms as he carried her to the bed. Her mouth was on his neck, feeding on the salty skin of his jaw line. Her hands were in his hair and her breasts were pressed against the steely muscle of his chest.
Pen was a fool and she knew it. She was weak and in need of a hit and could not resist what Steve offered. While in theory she’d told herself repeatedly she would not make love to him again, in practice it was a whole other story. A whole other story of sleek, rugged sinew, of hard male muscle and of sensual, sexy man.
He set her down on the mattress and tugged his T-shirt off. As his washboard abs came into view, Pen wanted more. She wanted to see all of him. When, still standing, he leaned over to kiss her, her hands went to his waist and fought with the buttons on his jeans. The task was tough—his tongue did crazy things to her, scattering her concentration, but the end result was worth it. She freed his erection from the tight confines of his pants and held it in her hands as he groaned.
The taste of his salty skin lingered and she wanted more. With Steve she always wanted more. She pushed his jeans over his hips then pulled away to watch him shrug them off. She could not wait to dip her head down and wrap her lips around the tip of his penis.
When she did, Steve muttered something unintelligible. She went to work making love to him, sucking and kissing and licking in ways she knew would drive him to distraction. His musky scent filled her nose and his masculine taste exploded on her tongue. His cock swelled and thickened as she caressed. The skin of his toned butt filled one hand, while round, soft testicles nestled in the other.
For someone who knew the smallest m
orsel of Steve would only serve to fan the flames of her addiction, she was being given a sensory overload—and she only wanted more.
“I thought,” Steve rasped, “you were not going to kiss me.”
“I wasn’t.” Her answer was muffled.
“Well.” Steve shuddered and pulled away from her. “I’m glad we’ve got that sorted out.”
He drew her up until they stood face to face. “You said I couldn’t tie you up either.”
“You can’t, and it’s not negotiable.”
Steve blinked. Once. “But kissing is?”
“Kissing is.”
He took her mouth with his. Negotiations on this topic weren’t necessary. While his lips beguiled, his hands undressed. Her jeans landed in a pile on top of his.
“You are wearing panties,” he acknowledged as he slipped a finger beneath the silky material.
“I won’t be if you take them off.” His finger felt shockingly cool in the heat of her slick folds. She shivered as he ran it over her lips once before dipping it inside. Deep, deep inside. The pleasure was so sharp her inner walls clamped around him.
He dropped to his knees and pushed her until she sat on the edge of the bed. Still he did not remove her panties. Instead he withdrew his finger and lowered his head to her lap. Through the silk and lace he kissed her, running his tongue slowly over her throbbing clit. He kissed her until she was a shivering wreck on the bed. Until she was panting and sobbing.
“Fire it up, Steve,” she begged, and finally, finally her panties were discarded.
He moved away for a second, grabbed his wallet and put it down again, and then he was back, fired up and ready to go.
Pen scooted up the bed, making space for him between her legs, and Steve settled there, right where he belonged, with the tip of his erection torturously close to her aching center. Her body trembled with longing, her hunger so insatiable she had to swallow down a cry.
“You told me you weren’t going to kiss me,” Steve said again as he lowered his face to hers and kissed her chastely.
“We’ve been through this already,” she answered and deepened the kiss. As her tongue invaded his mouth, he nudged his erection stingily between her lower lips. In response, she wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting him in further.
Sweet heaven, if he didn’t take her now, she would not be held accountable for her actions.
“Steve,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Please what?” Beads of sweat formed on his brow.
“Please.” She ground her hips against him, trying to increase the depth of penetration. “Make love to me.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, as though in pain, and then opened them again. “You told me you weren’t going to marry me either.”
Oh, please. Not that again. Not now. “I’m not.” Again she ground her hips into his. The ache between her legs grew worse, the longing brutal. “I’m going to use you for sex.”
Need the job done right? Get a handyman with the right…tools.
All Tied Up
© 2009 Cathryn Fox
Pleasure Inn, Book 1
Interior decorator Lindsay Bell jumped at the chance to help restore the old inn at Mason Creek. What could be more fun than letting her imagination run wild on an unlimited budget? Eagerly she plans to turn her assigned room into a fantasy BDSM playground.
All she expected from her newly hired handyman was to help her tear down a support wall. She certainly didn’t expect Brad Caldwell to be so drop-dead gorgeous in a tool belt. When he proves to be a steady, hardworking, stand-up guy—unlike the men she’s dated—Lindsay has a new and wicked idea.
To take her new creation on a test drive down the road of their deepest, darkest, most delicious desires—and seduce her way into his heart.
Warning: Smokin’ hot sex with creative use of toys, and a dash of magic.
Enjoy the following excerpt for All Tied Up:
He shut the door. Lindsay’s eyes widened at the sound of the lock clicking in place. He could almost see her body stir to life. Almost hear her mind reeling with possibilities.
“What—”
In two long strides he closed the distance between them and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Shh.”
He watched her throat work as she swallowed and knew, by the heated look in her eyes, her untamed passion and desires matched his. She wanted this as much as he did. No questions about it.
He gripped her slim waist and packaged her soft body against his. Christ, she felt so incredible in his arms, he could only imagine how wonderful she’d feel trapped between his legs. Nudging her feet with his, he backed her up until the rear of her knees hit the padded table. Eyes wide, questioning, her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing.
He tugged her T-shirt out from her tight jeans. When his fingers connected with her soft skin, his brain nearly shut down. “I’m going to give you what you want, Lindsay.”
Her voice hitched, color bloomed high on her cheeks. “How do you know what I want?” He heard the intrigue in her voice and felt her hips push against him. It was a slight movement but hadn’t gone unnoticed.
He offered her a slow smile. “You’re going to have to trust me on that one.”
“I can’t possibly see—”
He pitched his voice low and demanded in a deep tone. “Take off your clothes. Nice and slow.” He touched her arm and felt her body shake with excitement.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Her voice betrayed her emotions. He could see the passion, the invitation building in her eyes.
He shook his head. “Not even for a minute.”
“Brad—”
“Take them off, Lindsay. Now. Nice and slow like I told you. If you don’t follow the rules, I’m afraid you’ll be punished.”
He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, just to prove just how serious he was.
An edgy laugh morphed into a heated moan. He noted the way her legs wobbled. “Sweet mother of God,” she whispered under her breath. Then she starched her spine and met his glace. “What if I don’t want to?” Her voice lacked conviction. They both knew it.
He trailed his finger over her arm and felt the goose bumps on her flesh. “You do. Now take them off. Then I want you sprawled out on that bench. I want you naked, hot and wet, and begging me to fuck you.”
“Ohmigod,” he heard her gasp as his lips closed over hers for a deep, intense, mind-numbing kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her delicious mouth and spent a long moment just tasting her lush sweetness. Jesus, he wanted to devour her. All of her. Right now.
Lindsay inched back, her eyes clouded with emotion, her voice breathless. “This can only be about sex, Brad. Just to help ease the tension between us. Nothing more.”
“Naturally,” he agreed, lightheartedly, feeling anything but. He might have readily agreed with her, the truth was, he wanted to see where this led them. With that he gave her a gentle push.
Lindsay landed on the bench, her legs spread. Brad let out an agonized groan as his groin tightened and throbbed in heated anticipation. Jesus, he’d never felt such intense desire before. It took all his strength and willpower not to act on his natural urges and answer the demands of his body. At the moment he’d like nothing more than to strip her clothes off, spread her legs wide open and sink his cock into her damp heat. Honestly, it practically killed him not to ravish her caveman style, to push inside her pussy and fuck her until sundown. But, right now, this was about Lindsay, so he needed to control those urges for the time being.
He growled low in his throat as she sat there, eyes glazed with lust as she awaited his instructions. God dammit he wanted her. So much so that he ached to the point of pain. He took a moment to get himself under control before he fucked her with wild abandon.
Obviously not wanting to give him time to catch up and anxious to get the game started, she asked, “What is it you’d like me to do?”
It didn’t take her long to assume her role of subm
issive, which led him to believe she’d been fantasizing about this for quite some time. It also led him to believe no man had ever taken the time to get to know her on a deeper lever and understand her needs and desires. Stupid bastards. With a girl this incredible, this amazing, a guy had to be a total asshole not to spend all his time getting to know the real her. And give her what she wanted.
“Take you pants off and then resume that position.”
Lindsay obliged without hesitation. She lowered herself onto her back and brought her legs onto the bench. She unsnapped her pants, pulled the zipper and wiggled her gorgeous, curvy ass. Once her jeans were at her ankles she kicked them away. Without inhibition, she sprawled across the bench. He was pleased at how comfortable she was in her own skin. He met her glance. The look in her eyes conveyed without words just how excited she was. Which pleased him immensely.
Brad walked around her, devouring her with his eyes. With exquisite gentleness, he touched her bare legs, his fingers trailing lightly over her soft skin, going higher and higher, coming perilously close to her pussy. Her body quaked. Her legs inched open in invitation.
He lowered his voice. “Very, very nice.” He inhaled and could already smell the tang of her arousal.
“Brad please,” she begged, and reached for him, her fingers brushing against his throbbing cock.
He shackled her hands and put them to her sides. “Sit up,” he commanded. “And take off your shirt.”
Lindsay sat up, her legs wide open, straddling the bench. As he took in the sight of her, he thought he’d go mad with want. The need to fuck her made him edgy, shaky.
He swallowed and worked to control his voice. “Spread your legs wider.” She did, but it wasn’t nearly wide enough for him to have a full, unobstructed view of her sweet spot. “Wider, Lindsay,” he whispered his glance going to the unpacked box of BDSM toys in the corner of the room. “If you’re not going to listen, I’ll have to punish you.”
Her face flushed from heat, her dark eyes glazed with passion. A soft mewl caught in her throat. He stroked her again. Her body buzzed, her skin felt hot to the touch.