All Fired Up (DreamMakers)
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Nice. Today Mitch was one hundred percent hoodlum playing one hundred percent dangerous authority, and the combination caused one hundred and ten wicked reactions. She squeezed her knees together, but the pressure did nothing to ease the localized ache between her thighs.
He rapped his knuckles on her window.
Anna moved slowly, as if she hadn’t been panting for this moment. She rolled down her window but stared straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact.
“I need to see some identification,” he drawled.
“What seems to be the problem?” she tossed back, one side of her mouth twitching upward briefly before she got her amusement under control.
“You have no idea what you’ve done?” Mitch leaned in, elbows resting on the doorframe and inhaled deeply. “You got an explanation for the smell in here?”
She jerked to face him. That question wasn’t in their usual repartee. “Smell?”
His panty-melting grin exploded. “Hmm. Like sweet, hungry pussy.”
Holy moly. Anna squirmed. “You’re mistaken. I’m not transporting any animals.”
“Get out of the vehicle. Now.” He jerked her door open.
Anna was in no hurry. Drawing out the tease, taunting him for a moment or two could only heighten the experience for them both. Make what was sure to follow that much more explosive.
Pleasure licked around her as she obediently stood beside her car, his gaze skimming over the curve of her breasts. Lower, over her hips, lingering on the length of legs left exposed by her short miniskirt. She’d strapped on high heels, not much more than bits of buttery soft leather wrapped around five-inch spikes, and he swore lightly at the sight of them, fiery red against the dull grey gravel.
Screw it if the stilettos were impractical. This was her fantasy, and for the next half hour she’d damn well wear what she wanted.
A growl escaped Mitch as she pushed him to the edge of control. He squatted, one finger tracing the line of leather around her ankle and up the back of her calf to tease the sensitive skin behind her knee. “You have a license for those weapons?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
The passion in his eyes burned as he glanced upward. “Hands against the car.”
Anna glanced around cautiously as she twisted to obey. Double-checking there were no farmers using the remote shortcut to move bailers or haul hay from field to shed. Nothing to break the mood. No observers.
Although in theory the idea of being watched wasn’t unwelcome, getting caught playing kinky sex games in public with Mitch Thompson would not be a good thing.
He stepped behind her, heat increasing as the space between them narrowed. He patted her down, efficiently, quickly, but even the brief contact was enough to drive a moan from her lips.
“You like that, do you?” he growled. “Bet you’re hiding things from me.”
“Maybe,” she repeated, closing the distance to make contact between their hips. Her ass bumped his groin, and his hard-on digging into her butt just made things that much hotter. “You’d better check. Thoroughly.”
“Strip search.” His hands slipped over her hips, one dropping to cup her sex, the other up past her breasts to rest lightly over her throat. His lips hovered only inches from her ear, close enough the scruff on his chin and cheeks scratched her skin. “You get me so damn hot I’m ready to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here,” he confessed.
Anna rubbed them together again, all too pleased at the tormented sound she dragged from him. “No need to rip anything,” she panted.
Mitch bunched her skirt under his fingers, cursing loudly as he met nothing but bare skin. Totally bare.
“Sweet fuck, you shaved.”
“Waxed. Oh God, don’t stop.”
He’d slipped his fingers over her pussy, delving between her labia to get his fingers wet before circling her clit. “Bare pussy. Wet bare pussy. Jesus fuck, woman. You think I can just stick my cock in you, and be done?”
“Good by me,” she insisted. No need to stop for condoms either—thank God for clean health records and efficient birth control. A gasp escaped as he pushed a finger deep inside. “Mitch, just do me already.”
He twirled her, his eyes blazing with lust as he pushed her shoulders against the car. “No.”
He took her lips before she could protest, kissing her like he did damn near everything. High speed, high intensity, igniting high-octane flames that lit her inside and out. His tongue licked into her mouth, his fingers cleverly undoing the elastic that had held her hair in a neat ponytail. She wrapped her arms around his neck in the hopes of keeping him close. It was no use, though, as he pulled away far too soon and put his teeth to her neck, a hand slipping between them to resume tormenting her clit with a steady rhythm.
“Don’t taunt me,” Anna begged. “I was ready for sex five minutes after you called me this morning.”
“Hmm. You’ve been hot and aching all day?”
Another round of skillfully applied pressure slid over her clit, and her hips jerked involuntarily. “Aching so hard.”
“Did you play with yourself?” he asked, easing off slightly, his thumb pulsing in a faint unending beat. “Did you have to hide somewhere so you could slip your fingers into your panties? Did you think about me shoving my cock deep inside you again and again until you scream?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
Mitch pulled back, and she whimpered in protest. She reached for him, but he shook his head, that evil grin back in place as he eased away far enough he could leer at her. “Show me,” he demanded.
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~~ BIO ~~
Vivian Arend has been around North America, through parts of Europe, and into Central and South America, often with no running water. When challenged to write a book, she gave it a shot, and discovered creating worlds to play in was nearly as addictive as traveling the real one.
Now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both contemporary and paranormal stories, Vivian continues to explore, write and otherwise keep herself well entertained.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All Fired Up
Copyright © by Vivian Arend & Elle Kennedy
ISBN: 978-1-941456-04-0
Edited by Jennifer Miller
Cover by Angela Waters
Proofed by Sharon Muha
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations.
First electronic publication: April 2014
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Table of Contents
All Fired Up
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Dean
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Jack
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Suz
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Dean
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Jack
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Suz
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Pepper
Chapter Twenty
As Hot As It Gets
Rocky Ride
Copyright