Her brows wrinkled. “Answer my door?”
“Yeah I think someone is there. Waiting for you.”
“Wait a minute. Are you waiting for me?”
“I think you need to go find out for yourself.”
Blair practically ran to her front door, undoing the lock and tearing the door open in record time. Rick stood on her doorstep, a faint smile curving his sensuous lips, his cell phone still held up to his ear. He wore faded jeans and a black T-shirt that molded to every muscle he had and her tummy did a slow tumble at seeing him.
He slowly lowered the phone from his ear, snapping it shut. “Can I come in?”
She stepped away from the door and he strode inside, his eyes taking in the room. It was a nice apartment, much nicer than his, but that was only because her parents paid for it. She certainly couldn’t afford something like this without their help.
Besides, it had no personality. Rick’s apartment was a jumble of old furniture and a giant big screen TV that fit who he was. Simple, clean and sweet.
That was her Rick.
Not to mention gorgeous, sexy and a wild man in bed. That was her Rick too.
“So you’re not mad at me.” She took a step backward at the predatory glint in his golden eyes.
He shook his head, approaching her slowly. “Not at all.”
“You didn’t hear what I said to you then.”
“Oh I heard every word you said Sunday night.”
Dread spilled through her, making her falter. “You did.”
“I did.” He nodded, his hand snaking out to grab her by the forearm and gently haul her close.
She released a quaky breath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Why not?” A large hand smoothed over the top of her head, his fingers threading through her hair and she closed her eyes briefly, enjoying his touch.
“Because. It’s too soon.” Her voice squeaked, her eyes flying open to find him staring at her with such tenderness it took her breath away.
“You think so? If you feel something then you feel it. Time shouldn’t really matter.” His hand gripped the back of her head, tipping her face up to receive his kiss.
A kiss that stole her breath, stopped her heart. His mouth was soft, his tongue tangling with hers before he broke away, his breathing already labored. “It doesn’t matter?”
His thick brows furrowed. “What doesn’t matter?”
She giggled, rested her hands against his warm chest. “Time. It doesn’t matter? If you feel what you feel then you should go ahead and say it.”
He nodded gravely. “Absolutely.”
“Then I’m going to say it again.” God, it felt like she was about to jump off a cliff with nowhere to land. She went ahead anyway. “I love you.”
“Good. Because I love you too.” He kissed her again, his mouth hungrier, the growl rumbling in his chest making her nipples harden.
“You do?” She was shocked, so happy she could barely speak.
Rick loved her.
“I do.” He bent, kissing the spot where her neck met her shoulder, his teeth sinking in for a gentle bite. “I can’t explain it but I do. I love you, Blair.”
“Oh, yes.” Her hands fluttered uselessly around him, finally settling in his hair, clutching his head to her. “I love you too. It’s crazy but I do.”
He pulled away, his eyes watching her carefully. “But what about Jesse?”
She shrugged, wishing he wouldn’t bring up his name. “What about him?”
“He’s not bothering you anymore since you broke it off with him, right?”
“No, he’s left me alone. Well, he called begging for me to come back but I told him no. He got mad and hung up on me. I haven’t heard from him since.”
“I stole his girl,” Rick murmured, shaking his head. “He was a good friend of mine. Had been for years.”
“He stole me from you first,” Blair reminded him, her arms sliding around his waist and she clutched him. “And he was a terrible friend to you just for that alone.”
“You’re right.” He dipped his head, pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. “Fuck the guy.”
“Yeah.” She laughed, smoothed her hands up and down his back. It felt good to be in his arms again, right. Like she had always belonged there.
And his growing erection nudging against her front told her he likely felt the same way.
“I always wished I had Jesse’s girl.” His voice grew wistful, his eyes darkening and she reached up, rested her hand against his stubble-roughened cheek.
“You do, Rick. You always did.”
Their mouths met, hungry and wet, tongues searching, hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. His mouth was close to her ear, lips touching the tip of her earlobe and she shivered.
“Let’s go to your bedroom,” he whispered.
Without another word, she disentangled herself from his embrace and took his hand, leading him to her room. He gave her hand a little squeeze and her heart tumbled, happy that everything had turned out this way. This man wanted to be with her, he loved her and she’d been given a second chance.
This quite simply could be the greatest day of her life.
“Nice room. Big bed,” Rick said as he glanced about her over-decorated, over-priced master bedroom.
She waved a hand around, more than a little embarrassed. She even felt her cheeks heat with a blush. Everything inside the bedroom probably cost more than he made in an entire year. “It’s too much.”
“The bed is nice.” He reached down, pushed on the mattress. “Soft and springy.”
Blair rolled her eyes, a smile curving her lips. “It’s comfortable.”
“I bet.” He sat on the edge of it and patted the spot next to him invitingly. “Sit by me, babe.”
She did, gasping when he hauled her onto his lap, her legs straddling either side of his hips. He fell back onto the bed, bringing her with him and she braced her hands against his shoulders, staring down at his handsome, smiling face.
Make that his handsome, smiling, devilish face. The naughty expression told her wicked thoughts ran through his mind and she wanted to help him indulge in every single one of them.
“This is nice.” His hands smoothed under the oversized T-shirt she’d worn to bed, his big, work-roughened hands clutching her panty-covered butt cheeks. “Real nice.”
“Mmm.” She was so affected by his touch that she couldn’t even form words. Instead, she dipped her head, brushed her mouth over his and he instantly turned the kiss carnal, his tongue searching her mouth, tangling with hers. The low moan that sounded in his chest vibrated against her breasts and her nipples hardened into tight little pebbles.
“I want to be inside you,” he murmured against her mouth before he nibbled on her lower lip.
Blair wanted him inside of her as well. Now. Her body ached to feel him thrust deep and strong within her, make her come in an instant. Then make her come again, later, when her body was languid and soft, eager to be sated again.
Rick stripped her of her clothing, peeling off the T-shirt, tugging her simple cotton panties down her legs. She went to work on his shirt, raining kisses across his hard belly, licking and sucking his nipples as she took the shirt off. He groaned and clutched her to him. His erection seemed to grow with every second that passed and with a carefree laugh she practically tore his jeans off, revealing his delicious cock to her gaze.
He watched her with heated eyes as she drew the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. His lids lowered, a low hiss escaped from between his lips and she smiled, drawing him in deeper.
She loved his taste, the pulsing, velvety length of him deep in her mouth. Loved how powerful she felt at performing this act. He responded with unrestrained passion, his entire body wracked with tremors, his hands buried in her hair, clutching her as his hips gently thrust. He fucked her mouth and she took it, sucking harder, lashing at him with her tongue, swallowing the thin fluid that leak
ed from his cock.
“Damn, not like this.” He grabbed her by the upper arms and hauled her up and she had no choice but to release him with an audible pop. Sitting astride him, once again straddling his hips, he guided her, thrust his cock deep within her welcoming, wet body. “I told you I wanted to be inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, arching her back. He lifted his head, wrapped his lips around her nipple and she cried out at the powerful tug of his mouth, the waves of sensation that washed over her body. Her pussy contracted around his cock, clamping down with such force Rick gave a low growl, a sign that he felt every little flutter of her sex.
He moved steadily and deeply within her, filling her over and over again and she let go of all inhibitions. Closing her eyes, she rode him hard, her breasts bouncing and the little cries sounding at the back of her throat became louder with her every downward move. Her orgasm built, grew and grew and when it came crashing upon her it was as if her heart stilled, her entire body frozen before the tremors took over. Rick’s orgasm followed hers and he shouted her name, his semen filling her in a hot, liquid spurt and she collapsed on top of him, amazed at how satisfied—no, how content, she felt.
“Wow,” he muttered after a few minutes of silence, and she burst out laughing.
Lifting her head, she smiled at him, resting her chin on his chest. His hands smoothed up and down her back, lingering on her butt and she wiggled against him, making him groan in agony.
“You have to give a man a few minutes before he can go again,” he pleaded, his voice raspy.
“I’m always ready for you,” she admitted, dropping a kiss on his sweat-dampened chest.
“Ah, babe.” His arms held her so close she almost felt smothered. But she didn’t mind. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“You’ll always be mine.”
“I will.”
And she was.
About the Author
After leaving the crazy working world to become a stay at home mom, Karen realized she needed to get crackin’ and pursue her lifelong dream of being a published writer. A busy mother of three, she fits her precious writing time in between chasing her children, hanging out with her wonderful husband and pretending she has a maid. She lives in California.
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Winning the lottery changes her life forever…in more ways than one.
Fortune’s Deception
© 2008 Karen Erickson
One minute Brittney Jones is living paycheck to paycheck, and the next she and three friends win a record-breaking lottery jackpot. Sure, she’s spent some money on herself—after her rough childhood, she figures she deserves a few indulgences, big and small.
To financial advisor Charlie Manning, his client Brittney is a shallow beauty out to spend all of her money. He thinks she should rein it in. She thinks he should loosen up, and resolves to help him do just that—in a very naughty way.
The passion between them burns hot and fast, and Charlie comes to realize Brittney’s heart is as big as her newly fattened bank account. She’s not only smart, but beautiful and sexy. And he can’t resist her.
Still, Charlie is aware that Brittney’s keeping secrets from him. If only she would trust him enough to tell the truth!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fortune’s Deception:
Brittney was going to turn him away. She had to.
With a sigh, she threw her brush into the sink and pulled her hair into a high ponytail. No reason getting glammed up if she was going to spend the night alone. She’d realized the minute she walked out of his office she had to do this, sever all sexual ties with her financial planner. She should’ve never done it with him in the first place, and she’d made more than her share of mistakes in her life.
Then he called her at six, his voice so sexy, a little gruff as he spoke. When he asked if he could come over, she didn’t even hesitate with her answer. Just hearing him talk made her sex weep with moisture, caused her nipples to stiffen into tight little aching buds.
She’d hung up the phone and known immediately she’d made a mistake. No way could he come over to her house and essentially fuck her brains out. She didn’t want to lead him on, didn’t want him to think she could offer him something more. Relationships were not a part of her life, they never had been. She didn’t do consecutive dating, didn’t do any of that stuff. She had no idea how to do any of it.
Of course, what she and Charlie had certainly couldn’t be called dating. That description was downright laughable. No, one illicit encounter in his office did not constitute dating, but she had a feeling he was a serious kind of guy.
She didn’t care to stick around long enough to have someone hurt her, because that’s what always happened. Nothing could last forever. She’d suffered enough through her entire childhood, taking blow after emotional blow when she’d been young and had no defenses. All of it had been so painful, so heartbreaking. Never, ever again would she put herself through something like that willingly.
Could she recall one serious boyfriend throughout her entire string of so-called relationships? Not really. She was the good-time girl, the one guys liked to hang out with, the one they liked to bang, especially because she was no-strings. No fuss, no muss, just fun.
Mister Number Cruncher Charles Manning probably didn’t even know the meaning of no fuss, no muss. He was probably intent on finding a woman ready to settle down with, looking for a relationship. He reeked of commitment. His cologne was probably named Commitment.
That was so not her style.
The doorbell rang and she ran her hands down the front of her cotton tank dress, her palms suddenly sweaty. She hated having to turn him away, didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes, on his face, but it had to be done. One minor encounter with the man and already she was in over her head. She couldn’t imagine how an actual sweaty mattress session with him would make her feel.
Be strong. She lifted her chin, straightened her posture and walked with determined steps to the door.
All thoughts of being strong and dumping his sexy ass flew right out the door with her first sight of him on her front porch. Her jaw dropped open in surprise, her mouth going dry. He looked deliciously sexy with his hands stuffed in the front pockets of worn jeans, a black T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. He smiled at her, dimples flashing, brown eyes filled with sexual heat behind the wire frames of his glasses. Her heart skipped a beat and her entire body roared to life, eager for his touch.
Just one more time, what can it hurt? She could take it, she thought as she grabbed his hand and yanked him inside, kicking the door shut behind him. She pushed his big body against the door, flattened herself against him and pulled his head down.
“Nice to see you, too,” he murmured just before her lips captured his.
They kissed long and slow, wonderful lazy kisses. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and she opened her mouth to him, her tongue dancing with his. His hands slid up and down her sides, dragging her dress up with every pass until they slipped underneath, cupping her panty-clad ass.
She moaned into his mouth and pressed against him, unable to help herself. He got the message, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“You’re strong,” she said, peppering tiny kisses all over his face, darting her tongue out to lick his skin.
“You’re light.” His dark hair rubbed against her face as he moved down to kiss her neck, nibbling the sensitive flesh.
A shiver consumed her when his teeth
hit an extra touchy spot. “You’re sweet but I’m not that light.”
After they’d won the lottery, she’d been on a non-stop eating binge at the finest restaurants she could find. She had to be packing at least an extra ten pounds since she’d started.
“Mmm, you smell good. Taste good.” His lips were soft as they cruised up her neck, skimmed her jaw before finally settling on her mouth. He drank from her, his mouth languid, his tongue teasing and she clutched at him, sank her hands in his hair to keep him there, right where she wanted him.
Oh, the man could kiss. She could do this all night. So slow, so soft, utterly decadent. His tongue searched her mouth, wet and warm and tasting faintly of mint. She tunneled her hands into his silky hair, the dark strands wrapping around her fingers and she undulated against him, wanting more. His erection brushed against her, huge and urgent and her nipples hardened to almost painful points.
“Take me to my bedroom,” she whispered against his mouth, licking at his lips.
He lifted his head, glanced around. “Hell, where is it? Your house is huge. How much did you pay for this monstrosity again?”
Brittney tugged on his hair, making him yelp. “You should know and besides, there will be no talk of financial matters tonight, please. You need to focus on the task at hand.”
“Which is?” He smiled, dimples flashing again and her tummy fluttered at the sight of them.
She could look at those cute, sexy dimples over and over and never tire of it.
He’s throwing a kink—or two—in her plans…
Educating Jane Porter
© 2009 Dominique Adair
A Jane Porter story.
Last night Jane met the Master of her dreams…
Tall, dark and very Spanish, Antonio Villareal is a lover unlike any Jane has ever known—undeniably sexy and more than willing to help her explore her submissive side. To find a master who’s a natural dominant is one thing. But kind and considerate, as well? She can hardly believe her good fortune.
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