Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set (9 Sizzling Tales with BBW, Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males)

by Hawkeye, Lauren

  She groaned. “Stop it. I don’t want to imagine anyone’s dick but yours.”

  Silence.

  She dropped her head on his shoulder. “That sounded too graphic.”

  He chuckled, and the way his chest vibrated against her breasts teased her nipples into life. “Deliciously so.”

  Just two words from him, and she was breathless already. She pulled away, enough for their gazes to meet. “I want to be yours now, Nic.”

  The next thing she knew, she was on the bed, he was on top of her, and they were both naked. She giggled. “You have got to be one of the fastest persons in the world when it comes to getting naked.”

  He kissed her giggling mouth. “Time to shut up, Mrs. de Koningh, since I’m going to fuck you hard.” He kneaded her breast. “From now on, all I want to hear from you are moans, cries, and if you need to speak, it better have my name on it.” He tweaked her nipple, and she jerked and cried out. “Understood, lieverd?”

  She moaned in response, already lost in the pleasure of his touch.

  He smiled. “Good.”

  He took his time, kissing every inch of her satiny skin, worshipping her breasts one by one. He shaped her lovely legs with his hands, teasing her into gasping and writhing as he cupped her sensitive knees. When his fingers drifted over her most sensitive flesh, she bucked like a skittish horse.

  “Easy, lieverd. Easy,” he soothed even as he started playing with her clit.

  “Nic...”

  It was heaven, finally hearing his real name on her lips. He rose up, his fingers confirming how ready she was. Bracing his arms on each side of her, Nic looked down at Ayah. “It’s time to show your body who it belongs to, Mrs. de Koningh.”

  She smiled shakily at him. “Excited to be yours, Mr. de Koningh—-” Her eyes flew wide open when he suddenly slid in, tearing her hymen in one deep, well-placed thrust. Ayah’s body curved up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as her fingers scratched his back.

  “You are...unbelievably...beautifully...tight.” He panted the words out, all his attention focused on the control he was exerting to keep himself from moving.

  “You are...unbelievably...terrifyingly...BIG!” She sniffed the last word out. He really was. She felt like he had torn her apart in two.

  He laughed hoarsely. “It will get better, Ayah.”

  “I hope so.” When he didn’t make a move for a long time, simply remaining inside her with his still-hard cock, Ayah started to relax—-

  “Aaah!” He had tricked her. He had moved and—-it had felt pleasant.

  He moved again, thrusting deeper, withdrawing further, over and over again.

  Oh. Her head fell back against the pillows. This were more than pleasant now.

  He kept his eyes on her face as he fucked her slowly, determined to wring out every drop of pleasure she had in her body. As she started to get her rhythm, Nic bent his head to capture one nipple into his mouth.

  Her hips jerked against his in shock and when he didn’t stop suckling her breasts, Ayah sighed out his name as her hands moved restlessly against his back.

  “Niiiiic...”

  “Hold on, lieverd.” He positioned himself more securely, one hand cupping her buttocks.

  “Niiic...”

  He used his other hand to slip between their bodies and start teasing her clit into releasing her come. She screamed at the first touch, and she kept screaming and begging for more. He gave her what she asked for and more, fucking her as hard as he could, to the point of almost dislodging himself out of her sheath with the wild gyrations of their bodies.

  They strained against each other, their tongues mating inside their mouths, her nipples stiffening in contact with his naked chest. Their bodies slapped against each other with every thrust, the sound beautifully erotic.

  “Niiiiic.” It came out begging this time.

  He shuddered at the begging sound of her voice and just like that, he was near the edge, just a few thrusts away from coming. “Mine, Mrs. de Koningh,” he whispered to her before pulling completely out and shoving his cock back in with the greatest force.

  She shattered with that one thrust and she shattered again and again as he ruthlessly did what he could to prolong their pleasure, never letting go of her clit, never stopping caressing her breasts and never ever forgetting to say over and over, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

  ****

  Nic woke up at dawn, his wife still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

  He took his phone from the table.

  Click.

  A few more clicks and it was uploaded.

  ****

  As she enjoyed breakfast in bed with her husband, Ayah checked her Instagram news feed and was startled when she came across a photo of herself sleeping in Nic’s account. The caption made her smile.

  My wife.

  Aww. That was sweet.

  She clicked to comment and saw that Nic had also posted a comment on his own photo.

  Exhausted after a hard night’s fuck.

  Ayah shrieked, “Noooooooo!”

  Nic saw what she was looking at and smirked. “Relax, lieverd. We are married. There’s nothing wrong—-”

  “Everything’s wrong with it,” Ayah wailed. “What’s your family going to think—-”

  “Exactly what they’re supposed to think,” he replied promptly. “That you were tired.”

  She shook her head, pulling down locks of her hair to cover her face. “I can’t believe you typed—-Nic,” she cried out when she heard the click from his phone.

  In seconds, her Instagram icon showed one new entry on her newsfeed. It was her photo with hair completely covering her face.

  My Yak.

  And there was a comment, too.

  Embarrassed after a hard night’s fuck!

  “I take it back,” she told him hurriedly. “Will you please delete your Instagram account? Please? Please?”

  About the Author

  Marian Tee is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romantic comedies.

  She is Filipino-Chinese and has lived in the Philippines all her life.

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  When this little girl grew up, she did what she could to make her dream come true.

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  Chapter One

  “Are you going to the beach party?” Becky flashed an innocent smile, but Hannah knew that her friend was fishing for information.

  Play it cool. Hannah shrugged and slipped on her peasant skirt. “I don’t know.”

  “Declan and Quinn will be there.” Becky nudged Hannah and gave her a knowing wink.

  Hannah already knew that the sexy Irish exchange students would be at the party. It was why she was considering staying home with her cat, Buster, and her erotic novels. For the entire school year she was wedged between the hot hunks during chemistry lab. She had tried to concentrate on recrystallizing phthalic acid for her organic synthesis class, but all she could think about was how the two athletic scholars were not only the most handsome men on the planet, but charming and incredibly smart as well.

  Case in point, they both aced the class, while Hannah was forced to repeat it again in the fall.

  It wasn’t as if they made her feel inferior on purpose. They were just so, well, perfect. People like that didn’t exist in Hannah’s world, not even in her erotic novels. They were a little too ideal. It was easy to imagine herself pressed up between the two hard, masculine bodies. She could almost picture that errant lock of Quinn’s dark hair falling across his forehead, or Declan’s tattooed arm reaching around her waist.

  It was no surprise that she failed her lab class. No sane woman could concentrate on her Erlenmeyer flask with so much testosterone surrounding her. Just seeing them enter the lab put her libido into overdrive.

  “Earth to Hannah.”

  Hannah shook her head and focused on her friend. “Yeah?”

  Becky gave her a knowing smile. “You were thinking of them, weren’t you?”

  “Sort of.” Hannah felt the heat rise to her cheeks and cursed her fair skin.

  “You need to put yourself out there more, girl. You can’t waste your life holed up in your apartment with those romance novels.”

  “Erotic novels.” Some were romantic, some were more about sexual exploration. There was a difference. While Hannah loved romance, she also loved reading about a woman’s sexual awakening. She probably liked it because she never had such an experience herself.

  Becky flashed her a frown. “Whatever. You need to get out and enjoy life while you’re still young.”

  “Yeah, but could anyone really enjoy life at a science department party?”

  “You can if two handsome hunks are hanging on your every word.” Becky sighed. “Don’t be difficult. It’s an end of the year party, and all of the other grad students will be there. You should go.” She picked up one of the bikinis from the pile. “But not in this.”

  “No.” When Hannah told Becky that she needed new swimwear for her trip to her family’s cabin in Rhode Island in July, her friend was a little too eager to help her out. Now Hannah knew why—her roommate had an ulterior motive. Becky was determined to get Hannah to that party wearing the skimpiest, most revealing outfit on the planet. Hannah was too much of a wimp to put up much of a fight.

  Two-piece swimsuits never looked good on Hannah, ever. She wasn’t skinny enough, and her skin was too white. Why did she let Becky convince her to try them on?

  Answer—Hannah never had the confidence to stand up for herself. She loved her erotic novels because the women seemed so strong and self-assured. Hannah wished that she could be like that, to seize the moment and take life by the reins, but she didn’t know how.

  She had to try to stand up for herself. Otherwise she was going to wear a postage stamp to the party tonight.

  “I’m going to wear that one.” Hannah pointed to the sensible black one-piece with the elastic inside. It would hide the tummy she had gotten from too many late-night pizzas.

  “No, that makes you look like a grandmother.”

  Hannah frowned. “But it hides my fat.”

  Becky laughed and pinched her friend’s abdomen. “You’re not fat, you’re curvy. It’s different.”

  “How?”

  “Men like curvy. Here.” She handed Hannah a skimpy red bikini with small white polka dots and ruffles around the bottom. “This looks fabulous on you. It matches your eyes.”

  “Really?” The swimsuit had slightly more material than the others Becky picked out, but it still didn’t cover much of her body. Hannah looked at the washcloth-sized outfit with doubt.

  “Be confident. You look gorgeous in it.”

  “I don’t know.”

  Becky put her free hand on her hip. “Hannah Jane, you’re going to wear this and you’re going to that beach party tonight.”

  Great, now she’s being talked to as if she were a child. “I don’t think so.”

  Becky stared at her for a moment, her brow wrinkling in concentration. Was she trying to use a Jedi mind-trick or something? Why couldn’t her roommate just take ‘no’ for an answer?

  “I’ve heard a rumor,” Becky said after a moment.

  Hannah put the bikini aside in disgust. “Yeah?”

  “Quinn and Declan have the hots for you. Some say that they are competing for your affection.”

  Hannah laughed. “Come on, stop it.”

  “No, seriously. Alison overheard Roger tell Janice that he had heard Kevin tell Stacey that both Declan and Quinn wanted to date you. They just haven’t worked up the courage to ask yet.”

  “Both of them?”

  “Yeah, isn’t it romantic? To have two sexy Irish hunks fighting over you.” Becky clasped her hands together and made a wistful noise. “You’re a lucky girl, Hannah. Who are you going to choose?”

  Hannah shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, because they aren’t going to ask. The rumor is wrong.”

  “Come on, I have eyes. I’ve seen how you flirt with both of them during chemistry lab. Alison just confirmed my suspicions.”

  Hannah stared at her in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right? That rumor has like, three or four degrees of separation.”

  “But it’s true.” Becky picked up her purse. “Come on.”

  Hannah sighed and stuffed her wallet back into her bra. Once Becky had set her mind on something, there was no changing it.

  Becky wrinkled her nose. “Must you always use your bra as a purse? It’s so bohemian.”

  That did it. Becky was really starting to irritate her. “Must you always wear three-inch heels? It’so trampy.” Hannah retorted.

  Becky stared at her for a long moment. “My, my. Little Hannah has fight in her after all.” She smiled. “Touché.” Becky grabbed the red bikini and headed out of the changing room.

  It looked like Hannah was not only going to the party, but she was going to wear that stupid bikini. Why couldn’t she just stand up for herself? She didn’t want to wear a washcloth, and she didn’t want to make an embarrassment of herself at some party.

  “Here. This sarong will help make you feel more comfortable.” Becky pulled a sheer piece of white cloth from one of the ranks and continued on to the register.

  Hannah sulked behind her. Declan and Quinn had crushes on her? The mere thought was ridiculous. What would a pair of outgoing and charismatic men want to do with a shy, insecure homebody? Nothing.

  Fine. She’d go to the party for an hour, maybe two, but then she’d tell her roommate she had a headache and return home to her novel. Hannah was certain that she’d get more action from reading her ménage than she ever would at some lame college end-of-the-year beer-fest.

  Although, if the rumor was true, and the men did have a crush on her...

  “Oh, and you’re losing the glasses,” Becky said as they stood in line.

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Glasses aren’t sexy.”

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p; “But I need to see.”

  “No, you don’t.” Becky smirked. “Just stick your hand out and feel your way around. I’m sure that you’ll find your way well enough.”

  Hannah slapped her friend’s arm. “The glasses stay, but I’ll wear the bikini. Deal?”

  “Deal.” Becky slapped the clothes down on the conveyer belt and pulled out her wallet. “After this, we are getting you a manicure.”

  A manicure? Hannah looked at her nails. They seemed fine to her. Short and clean. What more could a girl ask for? They certainly didn’t need fourteen dollar polish.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Hannah. We’re going and that’s final. I want you to look your best for tonight.”

  “Why? It’s just a beach party.”

  Becky shook her head. “It will help you feel beautiful and confident.”

  Hannah rolled her eyes.

  “Trust me on this. You’ll thank me when Declan and Quinn see you.”

  Would she? Hannah wasn’t sure how a little paint and a swimsuit the size of a potholder was going to make her feel more confident. Becky seemed determined to have her way, however.

  It was going to be a long afternoon.

  * * * * *

  “Do you think she’ll be there?” Quinn asked.

  Declan shrugged as he pushed back his medium-length blond hair and looked in the mirror. “She should be. It’s her advisor’s end-of-the-year party. The entire chemistry department is going.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Quinn stared at Declan’s lean frame as his blood rushed to his cock. Declan was more than just a fellow student, more than just a friend. They met in a nightclub in Dublin and had been close ever since. Quinn couldn’t get enough of Declan’s firm backside or his dominating ways. There was a problem with their relationship however, something that they both hoped the lovely Hannah would help them fix.

  “I am right, you’ll see.”

  Quinn forced his desire aside and leaned back on the bed of their one-bedroom apartment. “If she’s there, I think we should make our move.” Just thinking about Hannah made Quinn’s cock thicken and his skin heat. She was beautiful, with all of that long, raven-colored hair and sensual curves. Hannah wasn’t bone-thin like the rest of the women in the department. She had this lovely hour-glass shape that men drooled over. There was something about her brown eyes, too. Not many people in Ireland had brown eyes. Quinn found it to be exotic and intoxicating.