Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

by Gina Kincade

  “I aim to please,” he conceded.

  “That’s what I needed to hear.”

  Leaning back on her arms, she invited him to feast on her with nothing more than a look and the raising of her eyebrow. Her power enveloped him like the warmth of a summer afternoon, cocooning him from the troubles of the outside world. He was home.

  He closed his fingers around her delicate ankle and lifted her leg, draping it over his shoulder. He nuzzled the soft skin of her inner thigh and grazed his teeth on it, then started a path of moist kisses down to the spot where her thigh met her pelvis. He inhaled her arousal and blew cool air inside her pussy. His cock twitched as he watched her walls contract and distend. He teased her clit with his nose and whispered, “Even your pussy is gorgeous. I could come just by watching it.”

  She laughed and pulled his hair. “I won’t, if you do that. Get down to it.”

  He splayed a hand on her abdomen and pushed lightly indicating she should lie flat on her back. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”

  “I know you will. I want to watch, though.”

  He had no problems with that. He speared his tongue and licked her once, back to front. Then, licked the outer lips of her pussy, before trapping the hard nub of her clit between his teeth and pulling it inside his mouth. Her thighs quivered and she hooked her other leg over his shoulder as well. His hands fisted on the soft cotton sheets as he sucked her clit hard and lapped at her juices. The more he sucked, the more liquid he had to drink. He felt like he was drawing on a sweet hot ocean. As her pussy gripped his tongue, her legs quivered and Carol squeezed his head between her thighs.

  “Yes! Harder. Don’t stop.” She wailed as she plopped on the bed and bucked up off the mattress.

  His hands found her large breasts and he tweaked her hard nipples as he gulped on the juices her pussy squirted inside his mouth. His balls contracted and pre-cum leaked from his cock as it rubbed between his abdomen and the bed.

  Carol began to sit up, but a second or third wave of orgasm seized her and she collapsed on the sheets again. She blindly reached out and her hand gripped his hair on the top of his head. She mumbled. “Stop that. Your cock. Inside me. Now.”

  He had never heard sweeter words. They crawled together to the center of her king-sized bed, “On your back,” she muttered as if her own control was slipping away.

  His was, that much he knew for certain.

  She straddled his narrow hips and wasted no time guiding his thick erection to her entrance. She rubbed his engorged head along her length, coating him in her juices. “Top drawer. Nightstand to your right. Reach in and grab a packet.”

  She didn’t need to spell out what kind of packet she wanted him to get. Without allowing his eyes to leave her face, he fumbled around until his fingers found what he was looking for. Ignoring the single packets, he retrieved a strip of condoms strung together and smiled at her expression. “Once a boy scout...” He raised an eyebrow.

  “Cocky much?”

  His reply was a grind that sent his slippery shaft an inch or two up her pussy.

  She shook her head and snatched the condoms from his hand. “If I weren’t so horny, I’d dispute that, then punish your misbehavior.”

  There was no disguising the reaction her words wrenched from his body. A shudder ran from his head to his toes making them curl as he focused on keeping his cock from exploding.

  She covered him with the condom and leaned down to peck his lips. “I like the way you think.”

  “I like the way you sound,” he countered. He closed his eyes and moved his hips up as she sheathed his cock with her pussy. “God, I love the way you feel.”

  “Eyes on me.”

  He was only too happy to watch Carol ride him. Hands on his shoulders, she dug her nails into his flesh as she increased the speed of her hips. She alternated gyrating with pushing and pulling. He met her movements with vigorous thrusts, drilling his fingers on her ass, pulling her down on his cock. They grunted and moaned, never abandoning each other’s eyes, until they tumbled over the edge. Carol closed her eyes and let her head fall back. He watched the soft curls bounce down her back, some teasing her nipples.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” He wanted to shout, but his voice got strangled as his cock unloaded inside its latex glove.

  The jets and warmth of his release must have triggered something inside Carol because she jerked forward, glued her mouth to his and rolled them over. He pinned her on the mattress, as her feet locked behind his waist, pulling him down harder. He moved in and out of her tight body grinding her G-spot with each pass. Before his vision blurred with his own ecstasy, Mark witnessed Carol’s mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as her body experienced yet another release. No sounds came out of her and he didn’t need any. Her heartbeats hammering his chest and her thighs squeezing his hips spoke volumes.

  He smoothed the damp hair away from her face and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

  She mumbled something incoherent in lieu of a reply and lay on her side, tucking an arm under the pillow. He smiled and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She snapped her eyes open and swirled her head to face him. Frowning, she accused, “What do think you’re doing? I don’t cuddle.”

  “Newsflash. I do.”

  Her temper flared and for a second he thought she was going to bite his head off, either one or maybe both. Instinctively, he cupped his cock as if to protect it from her rage. Their gazes dueled for a moment longer, then she rolled her eyes and closed them.

  “I’m too tired for this shit. Suit yourself.”

  Despite her harsh words, Carol’s tone was soft. He could have sworn he glimpsed a smile on her lips. Mark had decided, before her trip, that he would take whatever she was ready to offer him. What she gave him tonight was far beyond anything he had hoped for, anything he had dreamed possible. As her body relaxed against his and her breathing got even, he inhaled the scent of her skin right below her ear. Passion, that’s what it smelled like. Her essence mixed with his made for an intoxicating perfume.

  “I might have found a new addiction,” he whispered against her hair, as his fingers absent-mindedly stroked her wet curls and he drifted into sleep.

  The End

  IF YOU INTEND TO CONTINUE reading this series, you’ll find an additional scene from the next book after this page. However, if you don’t like cliffhangers or don’t plan to read the next installment, I suggest you stop reading here and skip to my author page.

  Thanks for reading Boss and remember to leave a review in the online store.

  Find out more about Carol’s mysterious first Master or what happens when a new employee threatens to steal Carol from Mark in Upside Down.

  Find a sneak peek on the next page.

  Upside Down – Sneak Peek

  WE TALKED FOR another half hour or so. Ms. O’Rourke was truly very intelligent and charming, although I kept picking up strange signs from her. If I hadn’t known better, I would have said she was flirting with me, which would have been inappropriate even if I were a man. She was entirely too smart to make that kind of mistake in a job interview. Checking my watch, I realized I’d better wrap up or I would be late for my much more rewarding appointment with Mark.

  “The job is yours. The Personnel Department will send you a new hire packet via email. Anything else you’d like to know about the company or the job?”

  “Are you gay?”

  She looked me straight in the eyes when she asked, without seeming defiant. I caught a glint of curiosity, mixed with something else in her eyes. I laughed, not offended by her bluntness.

  “People ask that a lot, Ms. O’Rourke, although rarely to my face. I like how direct you are. I respect that.” In fact, I respected people who weren’t intimidated by my position and power. She had scored huge points with me. “The answer is ‘no’. People assume I’m gay because the tabloids don’t snatch pictures of my dates. Truth is, I don’t have time for that.”


  “It’s a pity.”

  When I didn’t reply, but rather raised an eyebrow at her comment, she blushed and quickly added.

  “I mean, it’s a pity you don’t have time for yourself. I understand the sacrifices your position requires, but you’re young and beautiful. You should date, have fun, enjoy life.”

  Her fair skin got a deeper shade of red and her voice turned throaty. She had seemed so poised up to that point that I felt sorry for her discomfort. I smiled, trying to put her at ease.

  “Thank you. You’re kind, but not dating doesn’t mean I don’t have fun or enjoy life. I just prefer to keep a low profile so the paparazzi don’t have a field day. Anyway, it’s been a pleasure. When can you start?”

  “As soon as you need me.”

  “Be here tomorrow at nine.”

  I went around the desk to see her to the door while I texted Mark telling him to meet me at the hotel in fifteen. So, I didn’t see her stopping. I bumped into her back and dove to catch my phone before it hit the polished floor. To my utter embarrassment, I miscalculated and grabbed her soft, round butt together with my phone.

  “So sorry. Forgive me,” I tried to look cool, but my face was burning.

  “Don’t worry. It was my fault.” She touched my arm for a brief second as if to reassure me.

  I could have sworn her voice trembled. Her words were little more than a breathless whisper.

  I opened the door for her to leave. “Welcome to Horizon, Inc. I’m sure you’ll be a great addition to our team.”

  “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

  Closing the door, I notified Personnel, shut the computer and ran out of the office. I spent the morning fantasizing about Mark’s cock and thighs. I needed the real thing.

  As I took my private elevator down, I couldn’t understand why a pair of round female thighs kept popping up in my mind’s eye instead of Mark’s muscular ones.

  About the Author

  International best-selling author Liz Gavin, has accomplished much in her short career. Her books have made to #1 and Top Five best-selling ranks in her home country Brazil and others as diverse as Japan, the UK and the US; both in English and Portuguese, collecting 5 and 4-star reviews. Nominated for a Summer Indie Book Award in 2016, and again in 2017, this RWA member constantly seeks new opportunities to improve her craft.

  This thirst for knowledge propelled Liz to leave the comforts of family and friends in Brazil and move to California to pursue a Master’s degree in late 2015. She lives in sunny SoCal, where she’s researching the writing process, for her thesis, in hopes to figure out why she creates in English instead of her native Portuguese.

  Liz Gavin writes in contemporary, paranormal, and historical genres. In her sexy stories, one finds smart, independent women, who don’t need rescuing by knights in shining armor, but indulge in steamy action with swoony Alpha males with big hearts. She also writes about women discovering their sexuality and finding happiness in unconventional setups.

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  Also by Liz Gavin

  Upside Down

  Celtic Fire

  Luck of the Irish

  At the Club

  Halloween at Club Desire

  Flying High

  Indecent Proposal

  Cimmerian Shade: Paranormal and Urban Fantasy Collection

  Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

  Forbidden: A Contemporary Romance Anthology

  Find these titles at lizgavin.com

  Constitution

  By

  Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

  Dedication

  To the 1L class of GULC, 2001.

  I have no problem playing by his rules, as long as I get what I need.

  Kendall Ryan has a plan: study hard, get the summer associate position of her dreams, and don't fall into the trap of screwing her way through law school.

  But, a woman's got needs.

  Kendall meets Ethan, the older brother of one of her classmates, at a bar and decides he'd be the perfect man to help her fulfill those needs. As long as he doesn't get to involved.

  Ethan Resnick, DC's hottest young divorce lawyer, has rules: don't let a woman take over his life, be a good example for his brother, and don't let anything derail his career.

  But, rules are made to be broken.

  Kendall and Ethan's connection is undeniable, however, can they let go of the rules enough to trust one another with their hearts?

  The Constitution is a scandalous romance by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle. If you enjoy a sexy story line, with a shocking turn of events, set in Washington, D.C., you'll love Sydney Aaliyah Michelle's latest stand alone HEA novella romance.

  Chapter One

  Ethan

  "That's sick and twisted, don't you think?"

  My ears perked up. I blinked and focused on my client. He had droned on about his wife for the past thirty minutes.

  What did I care?

  I was one of the best divorce lawyers in DC. At three hundred dollars an hour, I'd listen to him read the phone book if that was what he wanted.

  Sick and twisted, I could get excited about. I loved sick and twisted.

  "What's sick and twisted?" I sat up in my chair and gave Norman Banner my undivided attention.

  "My stepdaughter."

  I flipped through his file in the center of my desk and found her name.

  "Tiffany?" I flipped a few more pages and found the photo of his wife. If his wife was any indication, the daughter was hot. Deborah Banner's wavy blond hair hung past her shoulders. Her blue eyes focused on the camera in that way that models perfect. She had huge, surgically enhanced tits. My clients paid for them. Her ass was firm, too. I didn't know this from personal knowledge. My client had provided that tidbit of information a few minutes into our first meeting.

  "She's trying to seduce me." He huffed.

  "What do you mean seduce you?" I asked—for the case, I swear.

  "She walks around the house in her bra and panties all the time. She rubs up against me. Shakes her tits in my face." Mr. Banner didn't sound as outraged, as he should.

  I skimmed his fact sheet again. The daughter was twelve years old. I cringed.

  "You haven't—"

  "No. Of course not." He grimaced. "She's like a daughter to me."

  "Good." He needed to hold on to his moral bravado in case we went to trial. While most divorces settled amicably with negotiation and mediation, Banner versus Banner wasn't one of those cases.

  The couple had been married for ten years. They had no children together and a lot of assets. Mr. Banner was the financial manager and CEO of his own firm. He earned a little over one million a year prior during his first marriage. Under Mrs. Deborah Banner's reign, his net worth sat close to fifty million dollars.

  She was ready to cash in by contesting the prenuptial agreement. With the prenup, she stood to receive a million dollars every year of marriage. Without the prenup, she'd be entitled to half of his money, about twenty-five million dollars.

  Hell, I'd fight for it too.

  Too bad she didn't hire me. She was going to lose.

  "You out of the house now?" I asked.

  "Yeah." He nodded. "But she's not getting the house. I bought that brownstone before I married her."

  "I understand." I closed the folder and leaned back in my chair. I peeked at my view of the Washington Monument.

  Yeah, I worked on the same street as the president, but it wasn't as cool as it sounded. Try getting out of here when the president drove in and out of the city. Secret Service roadblocks were a way of life. If politics and scandal made for some interesting drama, imagine what happened when those same peop
le got divorced.

  I got into family law because I am a naturally nosy person. It fascinated me, the moral make-up of people and what they will do when those morals are tested. I loved the gossip, and the fact that most of it was based on the truth made it more interesting.

  "Just because you moved out doesn't concede anything. I need you not to get into battles with her where you do or say something that she can use against you." I leaned forward.

  "I didn't ask for this," Mr. Banner hid his face behind his hands. "I still love her. Why is she doing this?"

  "I know it sucks. But people grow apart," I shrugged my shoulders.

  "Fuck growing apart." He rubbed his face and sat up quickly. "She gets nothing. You hear me, Ethan? Nothing."

  He sounded like a superhero movie villain.

  My computer beeped.

  I nodded and turned toward it, welcoming the distraction. It kept me from cracking up in my client's face.

  I clicked the screen and read the message from my little brother.

  Ian: 1st month as an 1L done, 8 more to go. :-)

  Ethan: With a client.

  Ian: Is that what you call your midday fuck buddies?

  Ethan: I'm too old for a fuck buddy.

  Ian: You too old to come out tonight? Some of us are heading over to Hawk & Dove to celebrate.

  I smiled.

  My brother, like our mother, lived his life like he had an audience. He will make a great trial lawyer.

  Our mother was an English stage actress when she was young. Hence the Ethan and Ian names. That's where the connection to our English Heritage ends. We grew up in the Midwest.

  Mom left when she was twenty-five and moved to LA to be an actress. Six months in, she met my father, and they moved to Chicago, and the rest was history.