by Jodi Redford
She released him with a succulent pop and lifted up onto her knees. Straddling him, she gripped the base of his dick and slowly sank onto him. The tight ripple of her pussy as she stretched to accept him threatened to test his lasting power. His cock hit as deep as it would fit and she leaned forward to brace her hands on the headboard. She undulated her hips, taking him on a slow ride to heaven. He availed himself of her nipples, tonguing the pebbled nubs until she was moaning and slamming her pussy down on him, every thrust pushing him closer to the breaking point. No way in hell he was crashing over the edge without her.
Gripping her hip with one hand, he met her stroke-for-stroke while he rubbed her clit. She was so slippery wet, his thumb glided over the bundle of nerves with no further need for additional lubrication. The telltale flutter of the muscles hugging his cock was his first clue that she was about to lose it. “Fuck. Yes, sweetheart. Come for me.”
She gave in to his request with a fierce shudder that wracked her entire body. Her head fell back, the hair not trapped by the unicorn hood streaming over her breasts. Charlie in the throes of orgasm would always be the most beautiful sight to him. The insistent demands of his own impending release refusing to be pushed aside any longer, he thrust up into her one last time and came with her, every cell in his body exploding beneath the impact of the blinding haze of pleasure. Groaning her name, he pulled her flat against him and hugged her tight.
They lay tangled in each other arms for an endless moment, content to not move a muscle. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, Charlie scooted upward and kissed him softly. “I love you, McHorny.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“Good. Because we’re going to have a little Thundercorn running around here soon.”
He snapped his eyes open and stared at her. “Thundercorn?”
“Uh huh. Or maybe it’s technically a Unicat.”
“You’re pregnant?”
She nodded. “That’s what was taking me so long in the bathroom. Had to wait for that plus sign to show up.”
“Holy fuck.”
She stroked his cheek. “I hope you’re okay with it. I know we talked about waiting until after we’re married.”
He cupped her nape and pulled her in for a hot kiss. Once they came up for air he rubbed noses with her. “In case that wasn’t answer enough—I’m utterly and deliriously happy. What should we call the baby?”
She giggled. “It helps if we wait until we know what it’s going to be.”
“Nope, don’t wanna wait. Besides, I think I’ve thought of the perfect name.”
“Please don’t tell me it’s Baby McHorny. Because that will just haunt that poor child into adulthood.”
He shook his head. “August.”
She frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“It’s the month you first came into my life.”
Rubbing her cheek against his, she sniffled. “That’s so sweet.”
“Do you like it?”
“I love it.” She offered him a tender kiss. “It’s absolutely perfect.”
He couldn’t agree with her more. Not that long ago he’d believed that word was an illusion. But now he knew the truth. When it came to love, everything was possible.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick-figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.
She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.
When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality-television shows.
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Other books by Jodi Redford
Now Available:
Kinky Chronicles
Perfect Chemistry
Kinky Claus
Report For Booty
Kinky Curves
Cowboy Kinky
The Sons of Dusty Walker
Dylan
Zoe & Dylan
That Old Black Magic
That Voodoo You Do
The Seven Year Witch
Maximum Witch
Getting Familiar with Your Demon
Kissin’ Hell
Thieves of Aurion
Lover Enslaved
Lover Enraptured
Other Titles
Knotty Magic
Double Dare
Hurricanes and Handcuffs
Sweet Sizzle
Naughty Girls Do
Taking Liberty
Light My Fire
Vanessa Unveiled
The Naughty List
Cat Scratch Fever
Breaking Bad
Checking it Twice
Three Ways to Wicked
Coming Soon
Frisky Business
Bad Boys Do It Better
Triple Knockout
Perfect Chemistry
Copyright © 2014 Jodi Redford
Leo Martinez and Devlin Hawke—the hottest geeks on the planet. And Sidney Chase’s biggest weakness. Giving in to her secret fantasies about her sex-on-a-stick bosses? Out of the question. Until the night she’s accidentally exposed to the supercharged aphrodisiac in their lab...
Despite their mutual craving for Sidney, Leo and Devlin consider her off limits. The last thing they’d wanted was to scare off their best PA by overwhelming her with their kinky tendencies. Witnessing the arousing effects of their aphrodisiac elixir on Sidney changes everything. Not only is she the answer they’ve been looking for in regards to fine-tuning their formula, she’s the perfect woman for them. And with a little help from one helluva sinful science experiment, they’ll prove that love is far more potent than anything manufactured in a bottle.
Warning: This red hot office romance contains 3 parts sizzling m/f/m menage, 2 parts sexy and sweet geeks, one part wicked bondage and sex toys, and a whole lot of combustible chemistry. Safety glasses required.
http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Chemistry-Jodi-Redford-ebook/dp/B00MIH3P0U
Please enjoy the following excerpt from...
Kinky Claus
Copyright © 2015 Jodi Redford
Trig Campbell knows a thousand ways to make a woman orgasm. Not a boast. He’s an escort. A damn good one. But there’s one in particular he’s fantasized about having underneath him, screaming his name. Too bad she’s the last woman he can touch.
What's a girl to do when the escort she's hired for a corporate party turns out to be her best friend’s brother? In Marissa Wagner’s case—panic, of course. There’s no way she can go through with this. No way she should give in to the dirty, kinky cravings Trig brings out in her. But that’s exactly what she does...and neither of them is prepared for the eventual fall.
As their time together draws closer to an end, Trig is haunted by a question he’d never expected to face. What possible future can a gigolo offer a woman like Marissa? And can he let her go when the time comes?
http://www.amazon.com/Kinky-Claus-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B00SOWDGUW
Excerpt
He g
ently chaffed her hand between his. “Rissa, it’s okay. This isn’t much different than a blind date. Only we have the benefit of already knowing each other. That’s kind of a good thing, don’t you think?”
“Uh, no.”
“Why?”
She gaped at him like he’d suddenly sprouted an extra head. “Because you’re Jane’s brother. And you’re younger than me.” She darted a look toward the nearest table before leaning closer to him and dropping her voice to a whisper. “Also I freakin’ paid for you.”
All three of her concerns were expected and no simple barricade to bust through. Best to start with the lowest on the calamity scale. “You’re what, five years older than me, tops? Don’t think that even qualifies you as a cougar.”
She grimaced. “Oh God, you would have to use that word.”
“I happen to think older women are hella sexy.”
She offered him a peevish look that was downright adorable. “You just said I’m not that much older than you.”
He shrugged. “I’ll make an exception for you.”
That finally earned a ghost of a smile from her. Just as quickly as it appeared, the mesmerizing sight vanished and she frowned, her eyes widening slightly behind her tortoise frame glasses. “You aren’t suggesting we go through with this!”
“Why not? According to the information I was given, you need a date for your Christmas party, and I’m available. I don’t see any problem with this scenario.”
She dropped her focus to their linked fingers. Despite her effort to hide her face he still made out the fierce blush creeping across her cheeks. She cleared her throat. “Trig, I—I just don’t think this is going to work out.”
“If you’re worried what Jane will think, trust me, I have no plan to tell her about any of this.”
She returned her stare to him. “Does she know what you do for a living?”
He grunted. “No. That info would go over like a bag of bricks with my sis. She has a hard enough time with my other side job.”
Her brow furrowed. “Other side job?”
So apparently Jane hadn’t spilled the beans to any of her friends. Or at least not to Marissa. Not that he was necessarily surprised, given how his sis viewed his decision to put off going back to school to get his MFA. Not much he could do about that until he got a decent chunk taken out of his already sky-high student loan.
He scrubbed a hand over his jaw. This was another conversation he’d never anticipated occurring. Might as well get it all out in the open though. Shit, if the escort thing hadn’t scared her off by now his other gig likely wouldn’t be the final straw breaking the camel’s back. He hoped. “I dance for an all-male revue.”
She double blinked. “You’re a stripper?”
“Not full time, but...yeah.”
“Huh. No wonder you’re in such amazing shape.” Her scrutiny drifted to his chest before quickly flicking back upward to his chin as if she were deeply mortified at getting caught red-handed checking him out. Considering the amount of women who visually molested him on a daily basis—even with his clothes on—her reaction was adorably goofy.
He bit back a grin. “I’m glad you noticed.”
She rolled her eyes. “You can stop pretending that you don’t know your body is the Eighth freakin’ Wonder of the World.”
He chuckled. “Not that I don’t appreciate the flattery—especially coming from you—but that’s a pretty hefty claim to make without seeing all I have to offer.”
Her eyes widened again. Oh yeah. She’d definitely picked up on the underlying invitation he’d snuck in there. He deliberately dropped his gaze to her mouth. “If you want a demonstration before actually buying the goods—”
“Trig.” Her coloring rivaled the hat she’d tucked in her lap.
His face physically hurt from grinning so hard. “I was only going to suggest that you should come watch me at Sinners Friday night.”
“Oh.” She shifted restlessly in her seat. “I’m having dinner with my mom that night.”
It was a good bet that was a lie, judging from the way she stumbled over her words and immediately averted her gaze. “Then I guess you’ll have to take me sight unseen.” He brushed his thumb along the outside of hers. “Unless you’d prefer a private dance back at your place.”
She squirmed on the bench again. “Is that something you regularly offer your clients?”
“No, though sometimes they ask. Most of the women aren’t looking for anything sexual, believe it or not.”
“H—have you ever slept with any of them?” A rosy flush crawled upward along her neck. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. It’s really none of my business.”
“No, you deserve to know, and I don’t mind disclosing the information.” He took a deep breath and expelled it slowly. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Marissa off, but he also believed in being one hundred percent honest when it came to his sexual history. “I’ve never accepted money to have sex with a woman. What they pay me is strictly for what’s on the agreement form. But a couple of times there have been mutual attractions that led to stuff happening after I got off the clock.”
He continued tracing her finger, following the curve down to the base of her thumb. He’d never found the simple act of holding a woman’s hand to be this intimate and erotic. Then again, he probably wouldn’t have the same response if it wasn’t Marissa. Which just went to show the effect she had on him. How fucking mind blowing would it be having his cock buried deep inside her, feeling her hot and liquid around him while her nails raked his back? He lifted her hand and bit the tip of her finger, scraping it lightly with his teeth.
Her lips parted on a breathy exhale. The sound wrapped around his cock and squeezed. He released her finger but kept caressing her hand. “Invite me back to your place, Rissa.”
Yes, he was pushing her. Hard and fast. It might very well backfire on him and she’d run out of the shop in the next two seconds. But he’d never been one to back away from going after what he wanted. And what he wanted was Marissa—naked, gasping, and coming her brains out underneath him.
Report For Booty
Copyright © 2015 Jodi Redford
Mason Gamble and Nash Vincent are pros at making people sweat. As former Army Rangers who run the toughest, ball-busting fitness boot camp in Michigan, they take great pride in that fact. But thanks to the knockout brunette housesitting next door, suddenly they’re the ones experiencing excess perspiration. Fortunately, the perfect opportunity to be neighborly presents itself courtesy of a package delivery snafu.
Regan Wallace has trust issues. Specifically, trusting that her best friend won’t make good on her threat to send a Strip-O-Gram for Regan’s birthday. Is it any wonder she’d jump to the wrong conclusion when two gorgeous, camo-garbed hunks land on her front doorstep? Woops. The crazy part? They don’t seem the least bit scandalized or offended by her boneheaded blunder. Judging by the sinful heat in their eyes, they’re all too happy to provide her with a little two-on-one dirty dancing. For a woman recovering from a bad breakup, fielding the interest of two sex-on-a-stick men is both surreal and exhilarating. Indulging a three-way fling? Completely out of her comfort zone. But with her stay limited to a week, some no-strings-attached sex might be precisely what she needs to get her confidence back in stride.
None of them are prepared for the consequences of a sexy fling feeling like so much more. As Regan’s stay draws closer to an end, Mason and Nash realize there’s no way in hell they’re letting the perfect woman slip through their fingers. And when it comes to fighting for her love, there are no fitter warriors for the ultimate battle to her heart.
http://www.amazon.com/Report-Booty-Red-Heroes-Story-ebook/dp/B0164QAWT2/
Cowboy Kinky
Copyright ©2016 Jodi Redford
Ford Beckett—former adult film star and leading man in Kaitlin Cross’s kinky fantasies. There’s only one problem: he’s her boss. As his PA, she puts in plenty of overtime jus
t keeping him out of the doghouse with the numerous ladies warming his sheets. Her biggest fantasy involves clubbing him with a blunt object. But lately he’s been getting under her skin and pushing the boundaries of their relationship. The scary part? She’s beginning to enjoy it. What she desperately needs is some breathing room between herself and temptation. A friend’s wedding provides the perfect excuse to get the heck out of Dodge. Except for one tiny hiccup… Ford is the best man.
Two decades ago, Ford left Texas with no plans of returning, but friendship and loyalty have called him home. He won’t turn his back on those who’ve stood by his side, even though there are plenty who’d prefer his boots never stepped on Texas soil again—including his family. Then there’s his biggest problem of all. Kait. Giving in to the blazing chemistry between them? A disaster waiting to happen, but avoiding calamities isn’t exactly his strong suit. That’s why he’s always relied on Kait to put out the fires in his love life. Seeing how she’s the one making him sweat? Yeah, consider him screwed.