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The Great Escape (Ecstasy Spa Series #1)
by Suzanne Rock
She couldn’t see. Annabelle knew she should’ve been nervous. She didn’t know this man, or what he was planning. Any rational thinking adult would be apprehensive in a situation like this.
Annabelle was done with being rational. Seth had already told her she was a freak after walking in on her pleasuring herself. She really had no more dignity to lose. Anna didn’t have the money to throw around like Sienna did, so this was her only shot at experimentation. Seth's reaction to the oral sex had boosted her confidence and now she was ready for anything. Carpe Diem. Seize the day. She was here to have fun and enjoy the moment.
Anna couldn’t believe how responsive Seth had been to her touch. It made her feel more feminine, more powerful. She loved pleasing him. The fact that he let her blindfold him showed that at least on some level he trusted her. It was time for her to show a little trust, too.
He fastened the scarf around her eyes and then framed her face with her hands. “Don’t be nervous. I’ll take care of everything.” He leaned forward. Annabelle could smell his spicy aftershave and feel his warm breath against her skin. He pressed his lips against hers, stealing away her breath in his gentle kiss. He took his time, making long, leisurely strokes with his tongue until she opened to him. When she finally parted her lips, he swept inside, claiming every inch of her mouth as his own.
Annabelle groaned as need flooded her veins. Seth inhaled a sharp breath and eased closer, his fingers trembling against her cheeks. With each passing second, she tumbled deeper and deeper into the moment, letting her stress and insecurities fade away.
She raised her hands and gripped his wrists in an effort to steady herself. He was like a lifeboat in an ocean, and she clung to him as he slid his tongue over hers, coaxing her into an intimate dance. She inched closer, wanting to feel skin-against-skin. Heartbeat-against-heartbeat.
He lowered their joined hands and then slid his fingers up along her arms. Her skin tingled with awareness as the hum of the air conditioner starting rose broke through the silence. Hopefully, it was loud enough to muffle any sounds they might make while together. She swept her tongue deeper into his mouth, eager to taste more of the man before her.
Seth trailed his fingers along the sides of her breasts. She moaned against his mouth and inched closer, pressing her swollen breasts harder against his chest. He reached down, took her hands and slowly drew them around his neck. Then he resumed his exploration, sliding his palms over her spine, her ass, and her hips.
Annabelle drove her fingers into his thick hair. She couldn’t see it, but it felt luxurious. She wanted to run her cheek against it, wanted to feel it rub against her inner thigh.
Seth eased back and ran his fingers along the edge of her robe. With a quick flick, he opened up the soft cloth and reached inside. Anna whimpered as he cupped both of her breasts in his large hands, and then pinched her nipples in between his fingers.
Annabelle gasped and pulled away from his mouth. Without the use of sight, his touch was so much more powerful, more pleasurable. The pain was intense, but it quickly died away. Pleasure replaced pain, sliding around her body like silken ribbons and focusing all of her attention on the man before her.
“You like it?” he whispered.
“Yes…” God yes. She wanted more.
~End of Excerpt~
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Breaking Free
by Cathryn Fox
Sweet Jesus.
Alaska Rossi, or rather, Janey Smith was going to be the fucking death of him yet.
Completely naked, Jesse took a distancing step back and bit down on his jaw hard enough to break bone. Desperate for something constructive to do with his hands before they got him into trouble, he ran his fingers through his wet hair and worked to marshal his cock. But how was he supposed to tame his dick when Alaska was tracking his body with those dark, sexy bedroom eyes of hers? As they stood there staring at each other, like they were in the middle of some goddamn Mexican standoff, he shifted restlessly and wondered who was going to make the first move, and more importantly, what that move might be.
When her glance met his again, she blinked thick lashes over come-hither eyes, ones that not only told him she needed so much, but exactly who she needed it from. His glance left her face, and he couldn’t help but notice the telltale hardening of her nipples beneath the oversize night shirt she wore. He stifled a groan of want as he visualized himself ripping that thin piece of material from her body to expose the ripe, innocent girl beneath, one who’d been beckoning his touch in the most mind-fucking ways. He swallowed, and despite his best interest, let his glance dip lower. Christ... He tugged on his hair harder as his brain conjured the path his hands wanted take. As his gaz
e visually caressed her curves, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch the stifled girl before him blossom beneath his touch.
She was speaking, but damned if he could decipher her words, not when the blood in his body was pooling in his groin region. His gaze moved back to her face, and he watched her mouth, trying to figure out what she was saying, but when she nibbled her bottom lip, his cock grew another inch. Jesus, how could such an innocent gesture be so sexy?
“...a towel?” she said.
“What?” he murmured, working to get himself under control before he did something he could only regret later, like pin her against that wall and give her what she so obviously wanted…what they’ve both wanted for a long time now.
“I…uh… I didn’t realize anyone was in the shower. I thought I was alone here and—”
“Janey.”
“Yeah?” she said, breathlessly.
He cleared his throat and nodded toward her outstretched arm. “Toss it,” he ordered, knowing better than to take a step closer to grab it himself. Fuck, if she was within arm’s reach, there was no way he could be held accountable for what he did next.
She threw it his way. He snatched it out of the air before it hit the floor. He wrapped it around his waist and tucked in the corner, but not before he was gifted with a whiff of her scent. Stifling the groan rising from the depths of his throat, he bit down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Too bad the pain did little to get his erection under control. Shit, if he didn’t get it together soon, they’d both be able to go camping under the tent he was pitching.
He breathed deep in an effort to get his head on straight, but her sweet citrus scent was enough to make a grown man weep.
Alaska.
What was he going to do with the sexy girl who was so goddamn bored out of her mind that she swiped his towel for an inch, or rather eight and a half inches, of excitement?
Nothing...that’s what, his last working brain cell warned.
Even though he’d spent the last six months aching to taste the girl who he’d been secretly watching over, daydreaming about ramming his cock into her so hard and fast that she’d forget what the word boredom ever meant, he knew she was off limits. He was here to protect her, and if he stepped over the line, he was as good as dead.
But Jesus, he hated seeing her so miserable, so lonely and bored that she had nothing better to do than jack his towel. If only he could give her a week of fun, break her out of this campus prison and give her the adventure she was craving. From watching her closely and tracking her every moment, he knew exactly what kind of journey this sweet yet sexy girl wanted. And damned if he didn’t want to be the guy to give it to her.
Except he knew better than to blow his cover—even though he was damn well close to blowing something—and breaking free went against all the rules.
When the hell had he become such a rule follower anyway?
~End of Excerpt~
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The Male Stripper
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
While Becca's friends fantasize about multiple men and erotic situations, Becca longs for something more down to earth—a sizzling night with the male stripper she hired for her friend's bachelorette party.
Despite her friends' good-natured insistence that she go for it, Becca just doesn't know how to tell this super sexy man she wants to jump his bones.
But when he shows up at her door later that night—and with a hunky friend in tow—she decides she just can't let this opportunity slip away.
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"Right there. That’s my fantasy. In the flesh." Becca’s gaze glided across the man’s broad shoulders to his open shirt, revealing a solid chest and sinfully tight abs.
"Mmm. In the flesh is right." Sylvia grinned. "At least he will be soon."
He pivoted his pelvis, and teased the eighteen women in Becca’s living room by unfastening the button on his tight black pants.
He strutted to Celia, the bride-to-be, with a big smile on his face, gyrated his hips, then slid his fingers to the tab of his zipper and tugged it down a little.
Lucky Celia sat front and center, while Becca sat on a foldout chair behind the couch along with Jan, Sylvia and Kalie. Heat thrummed through her at the thought that she would soon see Cal’s undoubtedly long, thick, and probably extremely hard cock. She drew in a deep breath as he lowered the zipper even more.
God, she’d been thinking dirty thoughts about this sexy, gorgeous man—Cal—ever since she’d hired him for Celia’s bachelorette party.
Becca noticed Jan’s cheeks flushing pink as his zipper parted, revealing a trail of dark hair from his navel to the band of his black briefs.
"So, Jan, what’s your sexual fantasy?" Kalie asked.
Sylvia had brought up the topic just before the sexy male stripper had appeared.
"Oh, uh…" Jan dragged her gaze away from the gorgeous hunk stripping for their enjoyment. "I don’t really know."
"Come on, you must have thought about it."
Her cheeks flushed a little darker. "Well, I… uh… sometimes think about, you know, doing it with a stranger."
"You mean like a one-night-stand?" Kalie asked.
"No, I mean, it’s dark, or I have a blindfold on so I can’t see his face. I can just… feel him."
"Oh, that’s sexy," Kalie said.
"And kind of kinky." Sylvia smiled at Jan’s deepening blush. "I bet you’re tied up, too, right?"
Becca smiled at Jan’s nervous giggle. Since Jan found it hard to talk to men, having hot sex with an anonymous stranger made sense.
"What about you, Sylvia?" Becca asked, knowing her actress friend would definitely have something fun and unusual.
Sylvia took a sip of her drink. "I just finished reading this book where a woman is indebted to these business partners and has to become their sex slave." She grinned. "I think that’s incredibly hot."
"Nice," Becca said. "Being a sex slave to two guys."
Sylvia’s grin broadened. "I didn’t say two."
Kalie’s eyebrows arched. "You said partners."
"That’s right. In the book there were three, but I think four would be more fun."
Becca laughed. That was Sylvia. "So Jan wants a stranger, and Sylvia wants to be a sex slave… for four guys."
"And you want the stripper," Sylvia chimed in.
Becca’s gaze returned to the god-like man as his shirt slipped to the floor. "Yep."
He was absolutely gorgeous, and a really nice guy, too, with none of the arrogance that often accompanied a man who was good-looking and knew it, especially when he used that asset as part of his livelihood. Cal was actually doing this job to work his way through grad school.
Damn, what was hotter than a sexy, intelligent, nice man?
"What about you, Kalie?" Jan asked.
"Well, unlike Sylvia, I’d be happy with just two men… but I’d like them to kidnap me and take me,"—Kalie gestured with air-quotes—"against my will."
"Mmm." Sylvia sighed. "I’m getting hot just thinking about that."
So was Becca. Her gaze shifted back to the handsome stud currently standing in front of Celia, rocking his pelvis forward and back as he slowly lowered his pants. She couldn’t help imagining him holding her against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head. Her breasts swelled and her hard nipples pressed against the lace of her bra. She watched in fascination as he shed his tight black pants, her gaze locking on the large bulge outlined by his black briefs.
Celia giggled as he turned in a circle in front of her, his hips gyrating, then he faced her again and glided his thu
mbs under his briefs and eased them down, first one hip, then the other. The fabric clung to his shaft, keeping it hidden from view, but Becca knew that every woman in the room stared at it, breath held in anticipation.
He slid one finger toward his shaft. As he pulled the fabric forward, Becca wished she were alone in the room with him, that it was her instead of Celia sitting right in front of him with a world-class view.
Then he tugged the fabric down, revealing his huge, thick shaft, bulging veins lining the side of his magnificent cock. Oh, God, if she were Celia right now, she’d have trouble not reaching forward and stroking it, then devouring it. She could imagine the solid flesh stretching her mouth as she wrapped her lips around it.
Sylvia nudged Becca’s shoulder and she tore her gaze away.
"My God, woman. He is sinfully hot." Sylvia’s heated gaze was locked on his big member. "Wherever you found him, make sure you keep the address. No wonder he’s your fantasy."
Becca just nodded.
Sylvia nudged her again. "So, when you interviewed him, did you get to see the goods?"
Now it was Becca’s turn to blush. "Um… no."
It had been a very business-like interview, where she’d asked about his experience and references. She was an event planner, after all, and although she had arranged this party as Celia’s friend, this kind of thing was a business for her. Not that she’d ever hired a stripper before. Usually, she set up charity events or anniversary parties. That kind of thing.
"Too bad." Kalie grinned.
As he undulated his hot body in front of Celia, then turned around and swayed his fine, hard ass in front of her, Becca felt her insides melt with need.
Sylvia nudged her again. "You know, there’s no reason you couldn’t live out your fantasy. The fantasies the rest of us have aren’t likely to happen, but yours is right there in front of you. Go for it."
~End of Excerpt~
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