Love Ever After: Eleven All-New Romances!

by Nina Lane

  “Enough for now, honey,” I said, easing her away from me.

  She sat back on her heels and watched as I got to my feet, shoving off my suit jacket and loosening my tie. I helped Jane to her feet, and lifted her onto the desk, setting her round ass right on a bunch of reports.

  “Your folders…” She wiggled and tried to get the folders out from under her.

  “Leave them.” I slid my hand down her belly. “I care much more about your folds than my folders.”

  Jane giggled. “Will you take your shirt off?”

  I couldn’t get it off fast enough, tossing it onto my chair. Jane gave a murmur of appreciation at the sight of my bare chest and reached out tentatively to run her hands over my shoulders and pecs.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed. “You’re just hard all over, aren’t you?”

  I caught her hand as she started following the line of hair trailing down my abdomen. “Careful, Miss Smith. I intend to last.”

  I slipped my hand into her cleft and pressed her clit with my forefinger. She gave me a startled look and tried to close her legs.

  “Oh, no.” I edged between her thighs, my dick brushing against her pussy. “Spread them.”

  With a groan, she did.

  “You’ve been so ready, haven’t you?” I asked, running my hands down her belly.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this, about you…”

  Trembles rippled through her. I unfastened her bra and threw it aside, exhaling at the sight of her beautiful breasts topped with tight pink nipples. I palmed them and twisted her nipples, which made her start to pant. She stretched her arms above her head in a posture that was gorgeous in its submissiveness.

  I couldn’t wait to fuck this pretty girl.

  “Mr. Stone.” She squirmed on the desk, her gaze hot as she looked down at my cock. “I don’t know if I’m any good at this.”

  Ah, hell. I hated that some immature fucker had made her think something was wrong with her. I also was never going to last if she kept panting like that and calling me Mr. Stone. Fucking hot.

  “You’re incredible at this, Jane.” I took hold of her chin and tilted her face to mine. She sighed when our lips met. Heat coursed through me. She was so warm and soft, her mouth opening slightly to let me in. I still had the half-melted peppermint candy in my mouth, and I slipped it into hers with a flick of my tongue.

  “Oh!” She gave a little laugh and crunched into the candy.

  “I’ll make a sugar lover out of you yet.” I lowered my head to kiss her again.

  After another deep, peppermint-flavored kiss, I reached down to tickle her pussy. She moaned and writhed, alternately squeezing and relaxing her thighs around my wrist. She put her hands behind her and braced herself on the desk, watching the movement of my fingers.

  I stopped only long enough to grab a peppermint stick and unwrap it. Then I slid the end of the stick right over her folds.

  “Mr. Stone!” Jane’s gaze flew to mine.

  “Relax,” I said. “I promise it’ll feel good.”

  She tensed, her body quivering as I slid the peppermint up to circle her clit before moving it back and pushing it just inside her.

  “It’s sort of cold and hot at the same time,” she said, wiggling her hips experimentally.

  “Fuck yourself on it.”

  She blushed but moved her hips a little faster, her hot gaze on the sight of the red-and-white candy stick disappearing into her before sliding out. After a few minutes of watching, I couldn’t take it anymore and tossed the peppermint stick aside. Then I got on my knees and put my face between her legs.

  “Oh, fuck, Mr. Stone.” Jane jerked her hips backward.

  I grabbed her ass, settling right into her and closing my lips around her clit. She tasted like heaven—tangy, pepperminty, and so damned sweet. I pushed my tongue into her slit. Jane let out another moan, fisting her hand in my hair.

  “Oh, Mr. Stone, please stop.” A thread of desperation wound through her voice. “I’m going to come if you don’t.”

  “That’s the point,” I said, but I backed off and got to my feet. Neither one of us was going to come until I’d fucked her good and hard.

  “Lie back.” I slid my hands under her smooth thighs. “All the way.”

  Apprehension flashed in her expression, but she lay back on the desk, her stiff nipples sticking straight up and begging to be sucked. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin.

  “You are one hot little thing under those clothes.” I pulled a condom out of my wallet. “You ready for my cock in you?”

  She lifted her head to eye my erection as I rolled the condom on.

  “It’s a lot bigger than the peppermint stick,” she remarked.

  “Thank God for that.” I grasped my shaft and pressed the tip against her slit, fighting the intense urge to plunge right into her. “Ready?”

  “So ready…”

  I lifted her feet onto the desk, spreading her thighs wider. She tensed. I put my hand over her pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. She was so wet I’d slide into her with no effort at all. I pushed two fingers inside her, easing them back and forth until her body relaxed. Then I started putting my cock into her.

  Ah fuck fuck fuck. So damn good, her tight heat enveloping my pulsing shaft. I gripped her knees, clenching my teeth as I tried to go slowly. Her breath rasped through the air. I eased into her and reached down to grab her hips.

  “Just one… ah, there.” I thrust hard and groaned when I sank into her balls-deep.

  Jane shrieked, bucking upward. “Mr. Stone!”

  I lowered myself on top of her, bringing my mouth to hers. She drove her hands into my hair and parted her lips. I swept my tongue into her mouth, bit her lower lip, and reached up to massage her breasts before I started thrusting into her. By the time I did, she was writhing and wriggling under me, arching her back to push her breasts into my hands.

  “Good?” I whispered against her mouth.

  “Oh, yes.” She panted, her eyes glazed with lust as she pulled away to look at me. “I can feel you so deep, hitting something inside me… so full… oh, my God, I had no idea…”

  I braced my hands on the desk on either side of her and thrust, unable to stop myself from going harder and faster. She was so tight, a sheath of wetness and heat. I rubbed her clit to keep her on the edge, moving my hand away only when I felt her straining for release.

  “Mr. Stone, I’m… I’m aching,” she pleaded, gripping my forearms as I plunged into her. “I feel that pressure again.”

  I thrust harder, though I had no intention of letting her come just yet. Tension built at the base of my spine. My blood burned.

  “Ah, you’re tight,” I said through gritted teeth. “Feel you clenching around me so hard… so good…”

  She put her hand on the side of my face, a smile curving her mouth. Dirty, beautiful girl. Goddamned if she didn’t fit me like a hot, wet glove.

  Her body bounced and jiggled under mine, sweat trickling between her breasts. The air filled with the sound of our breathing and the smacking noise of our bodies. I pushed back for better leverage and shoved my hands under her ass to pull her closer. Fucking amazing, the sight of my slick shaft plunging in and out of her honeyed slit.

  Just when the pressure became close to unbearable, I pulled out of her and rolled the condom off. Jane pushed to her elbows, her eyes hot with arousal as she watched me stroke my shaft over her belly.

  “Get ready,” I groaned. “I’m so goddamned close… going to come so hard… oh yeah… fuck!”

  With a growl, I came. Explosions fired into my blood as I shot over her creamy skin. Jane made a throaty noise of approval, reaching down to touch the stickiness.

  “Now,” I said huskily, “your turn.”

  “Oh, no.” Alarm flashed in her expression, and she struggled to move back on the desk. “No, Mr. Stone, I can’t.”

  “You can.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer again. �
�And you will. I can’t fucking wait to see you squirt all over me.”

  “Oh, no.” She moaned, trying to close her legs. “It’s too embarrassing!”

  I put my hand on her pussy, slipping two fingers inside her while rubbing her clit with my other hand. She twisted and writhed, as if she were unsure whether she wanted to move away or move closer.

  I found her G-spot and hooked my fingers, moving them back and forth to stimulate her. Jane shrieked again, her eyes feverish, her hair sticking to her damp face.

  “Mr. Stone, please don’t make me do this,” she begged. “I feel it already… I can’t do it again!”

  “Oh, baby, it’ll be so fucking good,” I murmured, focusing my attention on stimulating her G-spot and clit at the same time. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s so goddamned sexy… come on, now, let me have it… nice and hard…”

  Jane shook her head, her cheeks hot with color. “I’ll make such a mess.”

  “I love messes.”

  Jane covered her eyes with her hands, her chest heaving with exertion. Despite her resistance, she wiggled her hips around like she wanted to fuck my fingers. She couldn’t resist much longer.

  “It’s going to happen,” she cried. “It’s too much, what you’re doing to me down there. Please, please… oh, God, I feel it… I’m going to squirt again, Mr. Stone! Oh…oh!”

  She screamed, arching upward. I flexed my fingers inside her just as her body shook violently, a flood of liquid squirting out of her and spraying all over my torso and the desk. Shudders racked her, cries of pleasure catching in her throat. I continued working her until the vibrations ebbed and she fell limply back onto the desk with a whimper.

  Christ, that was amazing to watch. Jane’s pale, damp body heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes glazed with satiated lust.

  “Now, now.” I slid my hands up and down her sweaty thighs. “Look at what a mess you made, you naughty girl.”

  “Oh, God.” Jane pushed herself onto her elbows to look at the sopping mess between her legs. “I’m so sorry.”

  I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. “Didn’t that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she breathed against my mouth. “But—”

  “But nothing. It was fucking incredible watching you. And you’d better believe I’m going to make you do it again.”

  Jane eased back to stare at me, her expression dazed and hot. “Really?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “But I just ruined all your budget reports.”

  I laughed and pulled her to me. “Yeah, thanks. I hate budget reports.”

  Jane gave a muffled giggle and hid her face against my chest. Her naked body was hot and limp, her fluids still dripping down my abdomen. She slid her hand tentatively down my chest and touched the wetness.

  “So you don’t think it’s gross?” she whispered.

  “Did I act like I think it’s gross?”

  “No.”

  “On the contrary. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

  “That’s really nice, Mr. Stone.”

  “You’d really better start calling me Ryan.”

  “Ryan.” She pulled away to look at me, her face still flushed and sweaty, but her eyes filled with satisfaction. “I should get back to my desk.”

  She plucked few tissues from a box and cleaned us both off. Then she moved away from me and hunted for her discarded clothes, slipping into her bra and skirt. I tugged on my briefs and trousers, buttoned my wrinkled shirt, and went around the desk to pick up Jane’s crumpled lace panties from the floor.

  She held out her hand for them, but I tucked them into my pocket.

  “Mr. Stone… Ryan, I need my underwear, please.”

  “No, you don’t,” I said. “Company policy, remember?”

  Jane shook her head at me, amusement flashing in her eyes as she put on her blouse. “Well, I suppose no one will know.”

  “No one but me.” I frowned, struck with a rush of possessiveness. “And no one else better find out.”

  “Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “Just because you have a squirting fetish doesn’t mean I’m about to run off looking for other men who do too.”

  I grinned. “Damn right you won’t. Because from now on, you only squirt for me.”

  Jane giggled again, her cheeks warming.

  “That could be a name of a new Sugar Daddy candy with a liquid center,” she remarked. “Squirt Candy. You have to suck really hard to make it gush.”

  I grabbed a pen from my desk and scribbled on a notepad.

  “What are you doing?” Jane asked.

  “Writing your idea down.”

  She laughed.

  “I’m serious,” I said.

  Not only was Jane Smith beautiful and insanely sexy, the girl was brilliant too. I hadn’t just won the game, I’d won the goddamned grand prize.

  “We’re getting this idea to R&D right away,” I told her.

  “Really?” Jane’s eyes crinkled with fresh amusement. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to help you with the research.”

  And for the first time ever, I was actually looking forward to getting to work.

  I put the pen back on the desk and pulled her into my arms. Little sparrow; all delicate, soft curves, her body still warm with heat. The smell of sex rose from both of us. I lowered my head to give her a long, deep kiss, still tasting the spicy-sweet flavor of peppermint.

  “I have a lot more to show you,” I murmured against her mouth.

  “I can hardly wait, Mr. Stone,” she whispered. “But I have to go now.”

  Reluctantly, I released her. She picked up her notepad and pencil, unlocking the door just as Luke stepped into view out in the hallway. He entered the office, his expression set in that serious, let’s get some work done expression I was all too familiar with.

  “Hey, bro,” I said. “What’s up?”

  Luke frowned at me then at Jane, who almost cowered. I couldn’t blame her. Luke’s displeasure was a force to be reckoned with. I moved in front of her to shield her from his glare.

  “Miss Smith was helping me with some dictation,” I told my brother. “What do you want?”

  “To talk to you about the quarterly sales,” he replied, skimming his gaze over my wrinkled shirt. “Put on your damned tie, Ryan. You’re a mess.”

  “Maybe you should write up a new company dress policy, sir,” Jane piped up from over my shoulder.

  I almost choked. Luke’s frown eased.

  “Not a bad idea,” he said. “Come to my office later, Miss Smith, and I’ll dictate a memo.”

  “Yes, sir.” She sounded like she was struggling not to laugh.

  “Thanks for your help, Miss Smith,” I said.

  “You’re welcome, Mr. Stone.” Jane moved out from behind me and paused beside my desk to take a few peppermint sticks from the jar.

  “Do you mind if I take these until I refill my supply?” she asked, backing toward the door, her gaze on mine.

  “Not at all. Enjoy.”

  “I will.” Jane glanced at Luke. “By the way, sir, Mr. Stone and I have come up with a new candy idea, and we’re going to start the marketing analysis and research. He’d like to discuss it with you at your earliest convenience.”

  “Really?” Luke almost looked impressed as he strode to my desk. “Good to hear you’re taking the project seriously, Ryan. I knew you’d come up with something creative if you put your mind to it.”

  “Oh, I put my mind to it, all right,” I assured him.

  Jane smiled at me and slipped out the door. I turned back to my brother, who was looking down at the papers scattered over my desk.

  “Hey, man,” he said with a disapproving frown, “what the hell happened to the budget reports?”

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at deal of hot, raunchy, explicit sex.

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  The intense, erotic romance of a medieval history professor and the love of his life…

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances and spicy erotica. Originally from California, she holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she's that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer.

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  Fighting for Forever

  The Springs, A Novella

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  Elena Aitken

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  Dear Reader,

  I always love revisiting characters and that’s exactly what I did with Fighting For Forever. This short story is a continuation of Rhys and Kari’s love story, from my novel, Falling Into Forever. All of my books and stories are designed to be read as stand alones, which means you can read them in any order. However, I encourage you to go back and see how Rhys and Kari met and what makes their love so special.