Taming Johnny... Kaylie Newell

He's got the temperament of a lion, and she's just the one to tame him.

Police records clerk Emma Beaumont has always played it safe, never taking many risks. Quiet, shy, and a little overweight, she's convinced herself that she's comfortable with the way her life is. That is until she lays eyes on incredibly sexy Lieutenant Johnny Street. But she's never met anyone with such a terrible attitude. He's a jerk. Everyone thinks so.

Little by little, Emma is forced to uncover a stronger, spunkier part of herself, one that isn't afraid to stand up to him. As she gets to know him, she starts seeing glimpses of a very different man. A man who has known great heartache, and as it turns out, has good reason for embracing such bitterness. Behind his sharp tongue and harsh demeanor, lies a young man who's desperately afraid of losing what's left of himself.

As Emma's intense desire for Johnny turns to love, she will have to ask herself how far she'll go to chip away at his frosty heart. And at what cost.

Content Warning: contains sensual sex and strong language

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"So this is it, huh?"

Johnny could tell she was on the verge of tears.

"You're going to completely shut down, or whatever you do, and not acknowledge what happened between us."

"What's to acknowledge? I was drunk. End of story." Opening the door, he turned. "I don't know what you're hoping for, Beaumont, but I'm not it. Go find a nice accountant or something."

She pursed her lips until they practically disappeared. Her cheeks were on fire. "How dare you? How dare you treat me like that? We're not at work. I didn't have to come here, and you know it. I came here to do you a favor."

"You came here because you wanted to get laid."

She threw her hands in the air. "No wonder no one can stand you! You're unbelievable."

Maybe. But it was working. She'd leave him alone after this.

"They may not like me, but I've never pretended to be something I'm not. Unlike you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She was breathing heavily, her breasts straining underneath the sheer pink blouse that was just a little too tight for business attire. His throat was bone dry, and all of a sudden he wanted another beer. Anything to make whatever this was go away.

"It means that innocent act you put on is a load of crap." That was a lie. He knew damned well she didn't sleep around.

Her mouth hung open. "Excuse me?"

Time to move in for the kill. He leaned closer, ignoring how she smelled, ignoring how her pulse drummed at the hollow of her throat. Ignoring everything but the overwhelming instinct to push her away. "Let's just say I know I wouldn't be the first, Beaumont, or the last."

With cat-like quickness, she slapped him across the face. Hard. "Go to hell."

Before she could turn away, he clamped onto her wrist and yanked her back around.

"You're hurting me."

"Don't ever do that again." He pulled her close. She was rigid, furious. She tried pulling free, but he just tightened his grip.Let her go, Street. Now.

A long, honey colored strand of hair had fallen over one of her eyes, which were settled on him with such hostility that he almost did let her go. Almost. The skin on the inside of her wrist slid against the pad of his fingers like silk. He yanked her even closer, hating himself for being so rough, but not knowing how to be anything else. Her chest brushed up against his, her face only inches away.

"You know what I think?" he said.

Refusing to answer, she continued looking at him like she wanted to stick a knife between his ribs.

"I don't think you want me to let you go." He looked from her eyes, to her lips, to her chest, barely able to stand still next to her. "I think you like this."

She yanked her wrist free with surprising strength, but made no move to back away. "You make me sick."

"You wish I made you sick." As fast as she'd slapped him, he cupped the back of her head and crushed his lips to hers.

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About the Author:

For Kaylie Newell, storytelling is in the blood. Growing up the daughter of two gifted writers, she knew eventually she’d want to follow in their footsteps. While she’s written short stories her whole life, it wasn’t until after her kids were born that she decided to shoot for the moon and write her first romance novel. She hasn’t looked back since!

Kaylie lives in Southern Oregon with her husband, two little girls, an elderly Chihuahua mix, and two indifferent cats.

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Kaylie Newell

 

A sexy cop with a broken heart is about to be taught a lesson.

He took a step back, visibly shocked. His dark brown eyes fell to her hips and the area between her legs, before coming up to her breasts. She warmed all over. It was as if he were touching her there instead of just looking.

 

Finally, he shook his head and locked eyes with hers. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

 

“I’m trying to get in your pants,” she said matter-of-factly.

 

“I can see that. I thought I made myself clear the other night.”

 

“Yes, I know. You said you want to be friends. But that’s a load of shit. You know it and I know it.”

He colored. “I know that a little girl like you is going to get yourself into a lot of trouble one of these days. This kind of thing…” He motioned toward her general nakedness. “…is going to get you hurt. Do you come on to a lot of men like this?”

 

“No.” She shook her head. “Just you.” She was being honest. This was a rash new tact.

Taking another step back, he had to hop a little to avoid the scattered flowers. “Is this why you invited me over? It’s not your birthday?”

 

“It is my birthday. I did fib a little though. I’m not having a party.” She stuck her bottom lip out in her best sultry pout. She was pulling out the big guns now and he still hadn’t laid so much as a finger on her. The sliver of doubt from the other night needled its way into her subconscious. You’re white trash, Hope. He doesn’t want you.

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Hedonist Six

"Outside on the office floor the man who sits alone in a grouping of three desks catches my eye. Not much older than me, if I had to guess I’d say maybe he’s about 30. His full head of dark blonde hair, a bit messy and just slightly longer than intended.

A perfect face, if there can be such a thing. Completely regular features and a straight nose as if copied from an ancient Greek statue; not that I recall seeing many Greek statues of a man of his size. I can’t tell their exact colour from here but even at this distance his eyes exude kindness and warmth. He looks so serious, speaking into the phone with his full, sensual lips and a thoughtful look on his face.

I let my eyes travel down over his body - he's definitely a big guy, but it’s hard to get a good look while he’s sat in the chair. I can tell however that his belly is straining ever so slightly against the white pin striped shirt he’s wearing, in fact he should probably go a size up.

The sight is delicious although I’m certain I’d prefer the shirt off altogether. The extra weight he’s carrying excites me beyond belief. He is so exactly my type, it’s unnerving. My mind instantly conjures up glimpses of him, on top of me, his broad arms cradling me as he leans in for a kiss. Oh what I could do to this man."

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 Lila Munro

With a mixture of emotions swirling through her, Lizzy watched the same storm overtake Logan’s features which was brewing inside her. A veritable lightning bolt passed between them as soon as he’d touched her. She knew she’d always been attracted to Logan, but the instant heat still scalding her skin from his fingers left her unsettled. It was but a mere couple of hours prior she was trying to convince herself she could do with some sort of quickie sexual gratification, although she’d admitted it could never be with Logan, and now she wanted nothing more and the door to her emotions was wide open leaving her vulnerable and believing maybe they could have both. And just as she was trying to tell herself to stop trusting the lies her deprived body was concocting, Logan decided to try to convince her he might be interested in more as well.

 

Where was Logan the player and who was the imposter sitting across the table from her who could probably talk her right into his bed with one sentence or less and keep her coming back heartbreak on the horizon or not?

 

As her pulse slowed a bit, she turned to look at Colby and reminded herself why she couldn’t be playing horizontal Twister with anyone let alone Logan. And she sure couldn’t go letting Colby think there was a reason to get too comfortable around him. He seemed to like Logan and the Delaney herd of kids and she didn’t want him getting his feelings hurt because she couldn’t control her hormonal urges. What if she made the mistake of screwing Logan’s brains out, things didn’t work out, and that made it awkward to be coming around anymore?

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“Good girl. I didn’t know if you’d forgive me enough to let me continue. I’m very pleased.”

 

His hands continued stroking her skin, touching a nipple, skimming down her side, brushing her pussy and back to her breast. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling, shivering as goose bumps raced after his fingers. The tips felt rough against her skin but so wonderful as they moved over her. She tried to push her chest toward his hands and raise her hips as he approached her clit. Her frustration rose with each pass as he avoided her swollen nubs. Just as she was ready to scream and beg, he asked his next question.

 

“Do you want me to bring you to orgasm by my fingers or my mouth?”

 

Her mind blanked. She understood what he would do with his fingers, but why would he offer to do something to her with his mouth? She opened her eyes and stared at him, her mind hazy. “I don’t understand the question.”

 

“Do you want me to touch you with my hands until you come, or do you want me to lie between your legs and lick your clit until you come on my tongue?”

 

Just the thought of him on his belly between her legs, breathing his warm, moist breaths on her pussy made her moan. “Mouth…please.”

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Kaylie Newell

 

A journalist stumbles onto the story of a lifetime. And finds herself falling in danger…

It was hard not to notice how blue his eyes were in the fading light of day. How the sun hit just right under the bill of his cap, and how he had to squint to keep it out. Those eyes had probably been the undoing of many young women whose hearts he’d tossed around like tennis balls.

 

Jessica squared her shoulders. She was in no shape for this. Her heart was in no shape for this. She didn’t know why she was so drawn to Detective Ian Cole, but she needed to nip this in the bud. And fast. "Thank you for walking me to my car, Detective. I think I can take it from here."

 

He stepped back as she got into her Honda, bumping her head on the door frame as she went. She rolled the window down sheepishly. "So, I guess I’ll see you in court?"

 

"Sure thing. I’m going away for a few days, but if you need anything in the meantime,

call the precinct. Ask for Captain Edwards. He’ll help you out."

 

"I will. Thanks again."

 

He touched the bill of his hat as she pulled away. Watching him in the rearview mirror, she saw he was watching back. She couldn’t help but appreciate the shape of his long, lean body as he stood there with his hands in his pockets, his broad, muscular shoulders rounded just so.

 

She looked up in barely enough time to slam on the brakes and avoid rear ending the car in front of her.

 

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Elizabeth Morgan

I lifted my legs in turn as Kacey eased me out of my shorts. My gaze roamed over Tyler's face as his focus became transfixed on my chest. My nipples tightened under his appreciative observation.

He threw my top to one side and reached out, running the back of his hand over the curve of my right breast. "I always knew you'd be beautiful."

"Beautiful doesn't even cover it." Kacey stated, as he ran his hands up the back of my thighs. "Why has it taken so fucking long for us to do this?"

I ran my fingers down Tyler's chest, tracing the faint curves of muscle. "I guess we didn't trust our friendship enough?"

Tyler slid his hand in to my hair and pulled me in to a deep kiss. The earlier caution had slipped and the simple movement of his mouth, and the way his tongue brushed against mine, remained languid and teasing. The kiss tasted of need and I wanted it. I wanted their need, because I knew in that moment I genuinely wanted this, wanted them, and no way would I stop this from happening.

Tyler ran his hands over my ass and I groaned into his mouth as he cupped my thighs and picked me up. His erection pressed against my entrance and my core pulsed with aching need.

"We would never hurt you." He stated breathlessly against my mouth. "Never."

I nodded before leaning in and kissing him again, vaguely aware of us turning, or of the whine of the bedsprings as Tyler knelt at the edge and laid me down.

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 Elizabeth Morgan

She bit at my nape and I bucked. She slid a little farther inside me. My eyelids fluttered shut. “Fuck that feels so—” My words died when she moved her attention to my right breast. She sucked on my erect nipple while squeezing my left, pinching and twisting. The contrast of her wicked tongue and confident touch sent a million pulses of electricity flying through me. The different sensations made me dizzy, and I couldn’t help the breathless pleas that fell from my lips.

I held her head in place as she swirled in slow circles around the sensitive bud. Her thumb mimicked the action around my clit. She pumped faster, and the delicious pressure began to twist deep inside.

She moved her attention down my stomach, painting a trail of fire across my skin. Her teeth grazed my abdomen, nipping, kissing. She slipped her fingers from me and I whimpered, lifting my head to look at her through hooded lids. She moved down until she lay between my spread thighs. Her eyes roamed over me, and she licked her lips.

My entire body clenched the moment I realized where her luscious kiss would land next. My knees quivered. Finally!

I lifted my hips in a silent plea.

“Ever since I saw you”—she pulled me closer and draped both of my legs over her shoulders.
Her eyes blazed with hunger—“I have just wanted to eat you up.”

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Suzanna C. Ryan

Max just looked at her, she agreed so quickly. It unnerved him she was so unemotional. Her lack of emotion confirmed she'd been through hell living with Arthur. It wasn’t any of his concern; really. He'd get his fill of Jenny then part ways with her, a bit richer than before. 

“I work for your husband. I'm head of security. My name is Maxwell Brogan. I guess you can say I worked for the scum bag. After this, I don’t think I’ll be working for anyone. You have a lot of explaining to do. Do you have any clothes with you? We need to move to a destination no one knows about. Not even Thompson will be able to find us. The clowns you hired are going to be with the state police and the FBI. It seems your husband wanted me to take care of them as he put it and while I’m a lot of things, I’m not a killer,” he told her.

“Well at least it sounds like I’ll be in safe hands,” she said. “One thing before we leave…” Max didn’t give her any time to speak before he grabbed her into his arms. His lips came down on hers, his mouth open, demanding immediate entrance to hers. She offered Max no resistance at all as she opened her lips and let his tongue slide inside. His kiss was hard, carnal, its meaning obvious. Her lips were soft, amazingly so, Max thought as she molded her body to his and her slender arms came up around his neck.

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Tamaria Soana

 

“Let’s go to bed,” he suggested in a sexy, deep voice.

 

“I’m not tired, it’s only a little past five,” Alex replied with a smirk.

 

“Neither. Am. I.” He punctuated each word while grabbing her hand and leading her toward their room.

 

Alex giggled as they walked down the hallway. She turned in his arms once he closed the door. “What do you have in mind?”

 

“Would you like to take a bath with me? I think that would be the perfect start,” Hudson said as he kissed her neck.

 

Alex moaned under her husband’s touch. “Yes,” she answered breathless.

 

“I’ll go run the bath while you get naked.”

Alex watched as Hudson turned on the water, then walked over to the cabinet and took out some candles. He lit them and placed them around the tub. When he looked up his eyes met hers. He motioned with his finger for her to come to him, and she gladly walked toward her incredibly sexy husband, discarding her clothes along the way. Alex was completely naked by the time she reached his waiting arms. Hudson pulled her toward him, his eyes scanning her naked body before he placed a searing kiss on her lips.

“You’re beautiful. How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife?”

“I’m the lucky one,” Alex whispered as she brushed her lips lightly over his.

Hudson turned the water off. “Get in.”

 

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Elise Whyles 

Flames danced around them. Sweat beaded and rolled between her breasts. Her tongue licked at his skin, and her horns flared with passion. His cock throbbed in yearning as her body undulating, her hips gyrating slowly. To and fro, rolling, pitching, she remained in constant motion, her hands trailing over her flesh, cupping her breasts. Her fingers plucked at her nipples, pulling on them until they stood hard, pointing toward him. She shuddered, her hand drifting down her abdomen, slipping beneath the braided belt of her skirt.

Heady, rich, the scent of her essence filled the air. Sweeter than honey, it teased along his shaft, filling him with want. Faint, the echo of her sliding her fingers through the folds of her pussy grew in volume with each slow roll of her hips until he could almost taste her precum.

 

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Kaylie Newell

She swung her legs out of the driver’s seat. She was wearing a miniskirt and a hot pink tank top without a bra. It had been too hot in the trailer to bother with anything else. Her cheeks warmed briefly before she realized she didn’t give a rip what this guy thought. Let him look. Maybe it would get her out of the ticket. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

As she stood, she kept her eyes trained on his, practically daring him to take a peek. She knew she looked suggestive. And that was okay. Because she’d learned that’s what got her the farthest from day to day. It had gotten her ahead at work, even if it was only a temporary manager’s position at Wal-Mart, and had gotten her the crappy car she was driving. It had even allowed her to be late with the rent a few times when she had dated Billy what’s-his-face with the back hair, who was also the landlord’s son. And the farther ahead she got, the better chance she’d be able to give her little sister the childhood she never had.

But he didn’t look. Officer Malone was stoic, his dark eyes never once falling to her cleavage. His face was stern, but not unfriendly. He was handsome, but not in an obvious kind of way. He reminded her of a soccer dad. The kind who befriended all the mini-van driving moms who they secretly wanted to boink after the game. He looked to be in his early forties, but it was hard to tell. He was tan—probably from spending so much time outside his squad car giving tickets, she thought sourly—and that might have made him look older. At any rate, he certainly wasn’t heinous.

He also wasn’t interested in the least.

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Sidda Lee Tate

Do you want this?" He murmured, guttural, mellow, music in her ears. His eyes held hers, burning into her, as his hands pressed against her shoulders, elbows locked.

She noticed his ragged breath and nodded slowly. "Yes." At that moment, was there anything else she wanted? She wasn't sure. She did know she didn't like the distance between them. Her fingers begged to touch him.

For an instant he froze and just stared at her, as if he were shocked she'd said yes. As the stunned look faded, the right corner of the bartender's mouth turned up, and he leaned in to kiss her.

She was powerless against the will of her hands. They explored his naked torso. The hard muscles covered by silken skin tensed and relaxed under her touch, and she shivered. His hands went to her waist and tracked their way to her upper thighs. He squeezed and his thumbs pressed against the middle seam of her jeans, right against her clit.

A quick yelp escaped Kayla, and she tilted her hips into the pressure.

The bartender froze. "I can quit," he whispered, his voice strained. "If you want me to."

She shook her head slowly, not wanting him to stop. Not for a second.

 

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Tabitha Rayne

“Are you waiting for me?” The man stared at her intensely. His eyes were the palest blue with flecks of raven black.

He was stunning. He was more than anything she’d hoped for. And the way he had strode directly toward her made her want to swoon in his arms. Mia pressed her thighs together and tried to look demure with a fierce heat rising from deep within her abdomen.

“Yes,” was all she could say, and he linked his arm through hers, guiding her swiftly away, toward a waiting taxi. He was quite forceful as he pushed her into the backseat, but Mia noticed that he carefully protected her head from the door frame.

“You know where,” he told the driver, never taking his eyes from Mia’s face.

His voice was like velvet, and she let herself be wrapped up in it. Mia watched this stranger devour her with his gaze and caught her breath as a hand gripped her knee.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” he said, and Mia was drenched in his thick, husky voice. “I want to eat you up.” His fingers squeezed her thigh hard, and her eyes widened. She was utterly helpless under his spell. He took her hand and pulled it toward the straining fabric of his crotch. “Look what you’ve done to me already.”

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With her heart in her throat, Jessica turned and bumped into a solid male chest clad in a wrinkled white t-shirt. Her eyes inched upward, over the obvious ridges of pectoral muscles, to the tanned skin of his neck, and finally to his face, where she had to tilt her head all the way back to see. He must have been at least six foot three, or maybe even taller. He towered over her, his short blond hair messy, his eyes narrowed into slits. He gave off the obvious impression of rolling right out of bed. And looked thoroughly ticked off.

 

“Just be glad it was me who found you and not Albert.”

 

Jessica forced herself to stand taller. “Who are you?”

 

“I’m guessing I’m going to be your babysitter for the next few days.” He grabbed her elbow. “Come on.”

 

She stepped to the side and yanked free. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes raked over her, his lips settling into a hard line. “Lady, do you actually think you have a choice?”

 

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Lacey Wolfe

Greg’s footsteps echoed on the stairs. Her heart raced in anticipation. She heard him clear his throat before opening the door. As he stepped in, she quickly placed her hands in her lap and diverted her eyes to the floor, but what she really wanted was to look up at him.

 

Greg stopped in front of her. “It’s been a long and frustrating day. Right now all I want is your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me off. What color are we at?”

 

“Green, Sir,” she responded.

 

“Good.”

 

Megan heard him let the zipper down. His pants and boxers then fell and he kicked them off.

“You may raise your head,” he said.

 

She looked up to see him slowly stroking his dick. He wrapped his free hand around her neck and guided her mouth to his cock. Megan opened right away, letting it slide in as far as she could.

Greg pulled out and held the tip to her lips. “Lick it.”

 

Letting her tongue swirl around the tip, she tasted him. A small drop of cum seeped out the tip and landed on her lower lip. Sucking in her bottom lip, she tasted the salty liquid.

“God, your mouth drives me crazy.” Greg shoved back into her mouth, not being gentle this time. “Relax your throat.”

 

His cock pushed through where she typically gagged. Never before had she had anyone this deep. Both of his hands curled in her hair and his hips pumped. His breathing was rapid, and she knew he was going to come soon. She did her best to stay calm, but she’d never had anyone release into her mouth before and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

 

“You’re going to take it all, do you understand me?” he said.

 

She hummed in agreement.

 

“Oh God, this feels so damn good.” His hips gyrated more, his grip tightened, and a warm, salty liquid burst into the back of her throat. Without time to think, she swallowed it down as he continued to pump into her.

 

After he caught his breath, he pulled his cock from her mouth. “You did good.”

 

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 Tamaria Soana

From Giving In

 “Do you trust me?” he whispered against my skin.

“Yes, of course.”

“Bedroom, now,” he demanded.

We found ourselves in his dimly lit bedroom. He unzipped my sundress, letting it fall to the floor, my bra disappearing next. He spun me around. I could feel his erection pushing up against my ass as his hands roamed my body, finally cupping my breasts.

“God, I love your tits.”

His lips grazed my neck, and his hands firmly massaged my flesh and pinched my nipples. I turned to face him. I needed this man so bad. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it down his muscular arms as I placed light kisses on his chest. He smiled at me then unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. All that was left between us was his boxers and my thong.

“Crystal, do you still trust me?” he asked.

“Yes,” I responded breathlessly.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I stood there panting, watching as he went over to his dresser and pulled out two black silk scarves. My heart sped up and a wave of arousal swept through my body in anticipation of what he had in mind. His eyes met mine as he slowly walked toward me, gauging my reaction. I nodded, letting him know that I was okay with this. I trusted him completely.

“Relax, honey.” He placed one scarf over my eyes and tied it behind my head. “I would never hurt you,” he whispered in my ear.

 

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Pepper Anthony

When a beautiful but innocent young woman is placed in the custody of her much older attorney, they are drawn into a powerful mutual sexual attraction. Jerrod struggles to resist the temptation to make love to Macy, but her nubile body and enchanting eagerness weave a spell of seduction he simply can’t resist. On her second night in his home, a naked midnight rendezvous at the hot tub brings their attraction to an unbearable tipping point, and Jerrod invites Macy into his bed. Once there, he schools the young woman in the exquisite responsiveness of her body, and awakens her to sexual pleasures she had only imagined.

 

But the morning brings feelings of remorse on both their parts. Macy knows her over-protective father would be furious, and Jerrod is convinced Macy should be with someone closer to her own age. They settle back into an uneasy platonic relationship, both secretly longing to more fully explore that elusive promise of love.

Then an unforeseen circumstance raises the stakes, and Macy must make the toughest decision of her life. Will she have the courage to lay claim to the man she can’t forget? And will Jerrod dare to open his wounded heart to love once again?

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Mary Wehr

 

He licked the seam of her lips before devouring her mouth once again. It felt as if he was blowing new life into her. Slipping a finger under each shoulder strap, he tugged her bodice down to her waist. Her breasts spilled into his waiting hands. He cupped each heavy globe. Through narrowed lids she saw his forest green eyes darken to a shade of emerald before he bent his head and licked one nipple then the other. Mel whimpered. Moisture seeped from her inner walls and settled into the folds of her sex. He lavished attention on her breasts, kissing, sucking, and squeezing until she shifted in her seat trying to relieve the throbbing ache deep inside her pussy. He pinched her nipples again and another warm spurt of fluid saturated her panties. Mel’s knees fell apart of their own accord. She wanted more, so much more of this exquisite pleasure.

 

 “Lean back against the door.” His warm breath whispered across her skin.

The combined smell of his aftershave and male scent had her senses reeling so badly that all she could do was moan in response. She longed for something hard inside her pussy. Her hands fell from his shoulders and clutched the edge of her seat. The constant assault of Jack’s tongue on her bare nipples left her helpless. She rocked her hips in tune with his tongue right there in the middle of the driveway.

 

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Kaylie Newell

She crossed her arms self-consciously over the sky blue tank top which hugged her upper body like a glove. She had gone without a bra, not expecting to see anyone but Alice that morning. Her breasts swelled at the neckline as if proud to be on center stage.

His eyes moved slowly down her body, lingering on her hips, before coming back to rest on her burning face.

She stepped back and almost knocked over a vase that teetered on the edge of a weathered desk. Swearing under her breath, she caught it before it toppled to the floor. What was wrong with her?

His eyes seemed to grow darker by the minute, but a small smile played on his lips. “Do I make you nervous, Josie?”

“Yes. No.” She looked down at her flip flops and felt like a fourteen-year-old. “A little,” she mumbled.

“Why?”

A thousand answers skittered across her mind. Because you’re incredible looking. Because you’re a cop and you’ve got a mean looking gun on your hip. Because just last month I was being beaten to a pulp by my husband and I don’t trust men anymore. Because I just found out I’m a widow and I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about anyone, that’s why.

“I’m not sure,” she said.

“I’m not going to hurt you, you know.”

She looked up at him then. “I know.” God, he’s gorgeous.

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Lauren felt a little stage fright as Wes tugged her to her feet and into the bedroom.

At the edge of his bed he spun her around and caught the bottom of her shirt. In one sudden flash of periwinkle, the shirt was whipped up and over her head and dropped to the floor.

“I knew you’d move fast,” Lauren said, not quite sure whether she wanted to cover herself or go for his clothes more. She was half afraid she’d disappoint him. She couldn’t compete in the experience department with most people she knew, and this was like the audition of a lifetime. She hoped she didn’t blow it.

Wes crowded her with his body and whispered, “I do when I know what I want.”

He eased back and his eyes lingered on her sexy new bra. The corner of his mouth twitched up and he nodded in approval. With a flick of his hand, Wes unsnapped Lauren’s jeans and kissed her as he drew the zipper down. Her jeans followed, pooling around her feet.

Wes paused and stared at her panties then knocked himself in the side of the head with the heel of his hand. “Mental readjustment.”

“What?” she asked, completely lost.

“I always pictured you in white cotton bikinis.”

“Oh please.”

Wes laughed, and hooking his finger under the band, pulled them out to take a peek. “But these work.”

Lauren’s self-confidence surged back. She was living her dream, only it was so much better. Encouraged, she jerked Wes forward by the waistband and released the button of his jeans. One tug at his zipper and it practically opened itself, parting under the pressure behind it. A swelling mass of burgundy bulged forth and she blinked at it for a moment before breaking into a giggle.

“And here I always pictured you in whitey tighties.”

“Touché.”

He was wearing snug briefs but from the looks of things they were a bit more snug than normal.

“Lose the shirt,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

Wearing only their underwear, they looked at each other and started to grin.

“Feel a little awkward?” Wes asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“Me too. We need to get over it.”

“How?”

Wes grabbed her around the waist and sent her tumbling onto the bed with him. Their

laughter was stifled when their mouths reconnected.

 

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An hour later, Tina sat across from Marc at the diner they always met at, stunned by what he was saying. Marc and Rick had been in a relationship for over three years, and while they fought occasionally, she always thought they were so happy and compatible.

“Tina, I still love him, it’s just I think we may need a little spark or something.”

She blinked and tried to find her voice. “And you think that spark is me?”

“Yes. I’ve already been with you. Rick has very little experience with women, and you two get along so well.”

“So let me get this straight—you want me to have sex with both of you at the same time, no strings attached?”

“Basically,” Marc replied then took a swig of his beer.

Tina did find the idea intriguing, so she weighed the pros and cons in her mind. There were definitely more pros on her mental list. She took a deep, cleansing breath and then answered. “Why not? I am single, and you only live once. Right?”

“Really?”

“Yes, now shut up and buy me a drink before I change my mind.”

 

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