by Avery Aster
“Oh, yes.”
He chuckled. Wild Card began to move and pleasure shot through her. But after a few strokes, he pulled out.
She moaned her frustration.
But Shock took his place and pushed his cockhead to her opening and slid deep inside her. She tightened around him, making her even more aware of Killer’s big cock in her back opening.
Shock stroked inside a few times, sending her senses singing, then he pulled out.
She groaned.
They repeated this a couple of times until she could stand it no longer, her heightened state of pleasure too much to endure.
She clung to Wild Card when he tried to pull free.
“No, please. Don’t leave.”
He pushed deep again, but stayed perfectly still.
“Oh, God, please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
This time, both men, Killer behind her and Wild Card in front, began to move. They drove deep, then drew back. Deep, then drew back. She clung to Wild Card’s shoulders as he filled her again and again, the two of them finding a rhythm that sent her nerve endings firing with sparks. Within seconds, she gasped and joyful pleasure erupted inside her as she rode the two big cocks all the way to heaven.
Wild Card jolted inside her, filling her with heat, then he pulled free and Shock quickly thrust into her. He drove into her again and again, sending her shooting to ecstasy again. She gasped and moaned as he twitched inside her. Behind her, Killer moaned as he pulsed inside her, filling her with yet more hot liquid.
Finally, she collapsed back on Killer. Shock drew back and Killer’s arms curled around her, holding her tight to him. She opened her eyes to see Raven riding Rip’s cock, up and down, then her mouth forming a perfect O as she moaned her release. Rip groaned, finding another release inside the woman he clearly loved.
Marissa relaxed against Killer, his big cock still filling her ass, but its size diminished. She sighed as his lips moved on her neck, then he turned her head and captured her lips. She felt his cock slip from inside her as he drew her back on the bed, then stretched out, pulling her close to his side. He had her faced toward Rip and Raven. Raven dropped back against Rip with a big smile on her face, and Rip held her close, his expression filled with love.
Her heart swelled. Rip had found happiness and love, and that delighted her. She rested her hand on Killer’s which sat on her stomach. If she and Killer found anything close to the happiness she saw on their faces, she would be a lucky woman.
And somehow she knew they had.
“Is this the kind of excitement I can expect living with you?” she murmured over her shoulder to Killer.
“Sharing my life with you is the most exciting and satisfying thing I could ever imagine,” he said. “And I will do whatever it takes to keep you happy.” He kissed her ear and grinned. “And to make your life exciting.”
She laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
Oh, God, just how lucky could a woman get. Married to a hot cop, who would take total charge, and ensure her life was full and happy, full of excitement, and that all her needs were fully satisfied.
Damn, but this island was magical after all. Because it had helped her find the magic of true love.
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About Opal Carew
As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, and three cats. One of her sons is pursuing his Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and the other is working on his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!
Other Books by Opal Carew
Contemporary erotic short stories and novellas
Taken By Storm (prequel to His To Possess)
Debt of Honor
Ready To Ride biker series
Hot Ride
Wild Ride
Riding Steele (Oct 2014)
Three series (also available as the boxed set Three Happy Endings)
#1: Three (also available in the anthology Northern Heat)
#2: Three Men and a Bride
#3: Three Secrets
The Office Slave series (also available as The Office Slave Series, Book 1 & 2)
#1: The Office Slave (this is also Red Hot Fantasies #3)
#2: The Boss
#3: On Her Knees
Red Hot Fantasies series (also available as the Red Hot Fantasies Boxed Set)
#1: The Male Stripper
#2: The Stranger
#3: The Office Slave
#4: The Captive (coming soon)
#5: The Bridal Affair (coming soon)
Futuristic erotic romance novellas
Slaves of Love (also available in the anthology Turn Up The Heat)
Celestial Soul-Mates series
Book 1: The King and I
Book 2: The Commander's Woman
Book 3: Passion Play
Book 4: Love Unexpected (tbd)
Book 5: Fantasy Bound (tbd)
Contemporary erotic romance novels
His To Claim
His To Possess
His To Command
Illicit
Insatiable
Secret Weapon
Total Abandon
Pleasure Bound
Bliss
Forbidden Heat
Secret Ties
Six
Blush
Swing
Twin Fantasies
Excerpts
If you would like to read more Opal Carew stories, she recommends HOT RIDE, the first of her new READY TO RIDE biker erotic romance series, which leads into WILD RIDE and RIDING STEELE.
Or if you want hotter and shorter, Opal recommends her OFFICE SLAVE series, currently consisting of THE OFFICE SLAVE, THE BOSS, and ON HER KNEES. (The first two stories are available at a significant discount in THE OFFICE SLAVE SERIES, BOOK 1 & 2 BOXED SET.
Here are short excepts from HOT RIDE and THE OFFICE SLAVE...
Hot Ride
Opal Carew
Hot, hard, fast, and handles like a dream!
Oh yeah, and the bike's not bad either.
Hayley is looking for more excitement in her life, but doesn’t know how to find it.
Excitement finds Rip, a biker who’s seen more than his share of trouble.
When trouble finds Rip yet again and a bar brawl starts, both he and Hayley are thrown to the curb.
Hayley knows this is her chance to find the excitement she so craves, but Rip doesn’t want to be some good girl’s bad-boy experience, so he turns down her advances, leaving her feeling rejected.
But life is never that simple for Rip, and he soon finds himself in her bed and wanting more. When his three biker friends show up, Hayley’s love of numbers turns into an erotic adventure none of them will ever forget.
But is there a chance for more than that between Hayley and Rip? Find out by taking a Hot Ride you’ll never forget.
Excerpt
The young woman—Hayley—gazed at Rip, her eyes widened. Well, fuck, of course she’d be nervous about walking down a dark alley with the likes of him. If she were his sister, he wouldn’t want her taking a chance like that.
He took her hand and raised it to his mouth. The feel of her soft skin as he brushed his lips against it made him long to feel more of her. His groin tightened at the thought of kissing her, then exploring her round, beautiful breasts. The creamy swell of them exposed by her deep neckline had been teasing him all evening.
"I promise. I’ll get you to your hotel, safe and sound."
She stared into his eyes, mesmerized, then she nodded.
He smiled and took her hand, then led her into the alley. A cat darted in front of them, startling her. She drew close to him, clutching his arm. The feel of her warm, soft body pressed to his side sent his hormones to alert status, but he ignored that and slipped his arm around her protectively, drawing her close. It didn’t help that he kept remembering when her gaze had dropped to his crotch with obvious interest after he’d told her about his name. He was glad she didn’t know that he actually got the name because his fellow bikers had caught him reading Ripley’s Believe It or Not one day.
She took another step, but then stopped. "There’s another problem."
"What’s that?"
"Well, I’m basically barefoot, and I have no idea what might be on the ground ahead."
"Right. I’m pretty sure I saw broken glass near where I parked the bike."
"I could hobble along with my broken—Oh!"
He scooped her up into his arms and she slid her hands around his shoulders.
* * *
Oh, God, Hayley felt so tiny and light in this big man’s arms. She could stay here all day, lulled in his embrace. As he walked, the gentle rocking of his body soothed her.
"We’re here."
Her eyelids popped open. Had she really dozed off? The combination of white wine spritzers, a long flight in, and staying up way too late last night finishing up work, since she was taking an extra long weekend, was knocking her on her butt.
She glanced toward a big, powerful looking motorcycle parked close to the brick wall. It was black and intimidating, adorned with a blazing red and orange flame. It had shiny chrome wheels and a big, black leather seat.
"It’s nice," she said as he carried her toward it.
"Nice?" He chuckled and set her on her feet beside it. "Maybe big. Dangerous. Powerful." He grinned. "But nice?"
Oh, God, he was big and dangerous and powerful. Everything she dreamed of when she thought about her wildest fantasies coming true. And here he was, smiling down at her. She already missed his strong arms around her.
She gazed into his midnight blue eyes. "I like big, dangerous and powerful." She stepped closer and flattened her hand on his hard, muscular chest. The feel of rock-solid, sculpted muscles under the thin fabric of his T-shirt set her heart thumping. "Like you."
She dropped her shoes and purse, and slid her hands over his shoulders then stroked his raspy cheek. His eyes simmered with heat as she tipped up her face, then drew him toward her. His mouth brushed hers lightly, and she flicked her tongue against his lips and slid timidly inside. He growled and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tighter to his hard body, then gliding his tongue deep into her mouth.
She melted against him, heat simmering through her. But then he drew back.
"This isn’t a good idea."
She blinked at his words. He was rejecting her?
"Don’t you find me attractive?"
"It’s not that."
Feeling bolder than she ever had, and determined not to let this opportunity slip away, she grasped his hand and drew it to her chest, then placed it over her aching breast. Her nipple hardened, pushing into his palm.
His dark eyes glowed like a blazing fire, glittering with sparks.
In a sudden movement, she felt herself pushed back against the building. Her breath caught as his big, solid body crushed her tight to the cold brick wall.
Oh, God, had she made a mistake? He was so big and intimidating, and right now, he looked determined and… almost feral. He pivoted his hips forward and she could feel a hard bulge against her stomach, proof that he was aroused by her. Anxiety spiked through her, and a little fear, but right alongside those feelings was a wild surge of excitement.
He grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head, then held them tight, his striking midnight eyes locked on hers. She could feel the erratic pounding of her blood pumping through her veins.
She had never felt so alive.
God, she wanted him to take her. Right here. Right now.
The Office Slave
by Opal Carew
Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…
Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??
Excerpt
Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.
The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.
"Are you Sylvia?"
She nodded.
He pulled the door open. "Please come in."
She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.
"I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."
She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.
"Am I early?" she asked as she sat down in the chair across from his desk.
"No, not at all. The others will meet us in the conference room in a few minutes."
She nodded, starting to feel a little nervous. Would her fantasy begin in the conference room? Would they order her to take off all her clothes, then… other things. She'd been looking forward to this fantasy for over a week—ever since Becca had told her she wanted to set it up, and that it would be acted out by some of Cal's ex-stripper friends—but now that the reality was here, she had a case of nerves.
This man Mike was extremely masculine, and sexy, and he set her hormones humming, but could she really just strip down and become his sex toy. Along his three partners, too?
Don't freak out now. This is your fantasy!
Mike leaned forward, his hands folded on his desk. "So Cal told us what you were looking for. As I understand it, your brother cheated us out of a sizeable amount of money and you agree to be our sex slave in return for not prosecuting him."
Sylvia felt her cheeks heat as she nodded. In her head, especially after reading that book, it seemed extremely sexy, but laid out blatantly like that made her feel brash and… well, maybe a little slutty. And… maybe she was being… uh…brash. But both Becca and Jan had lived out their fantasies, and both were pretty wild. Why shouldn't she?
And when she'd become enamored of the f
antasy, she'd never, ever dreamed she'd live it out. What woman did? But now that she had the opportunity, she really didn't want to walk away.
"So, don't get me wrong, I find the whole thing wildly sexy, but…"—he shrugged—"we sound a bit mean, prosecuting your brother." At his grin and the twinkle in his eye, she knew he wasn't making fun of her, but he was teasing her.
"Well, he did do you wrong."
"True. But then we're distracted by a beautiful woman."
Her cheeks burned hotter at his compliment. "Well, a woman offering sex, anyway."
He chuckled and stood up. "Okay, I think we're ready to proceed. The others know the story and are ready to go and we all know the safe word is Tiger. The minute we step out of this office, we're into our roles. Okay?"
"Okay." Her stomach quivered as she stood up.
They walked to the door together, but before he opened it, he took her hand and kissed it. Tingles danced along her skin at the delicate brush of his lips.
"Sylvia, thank you for including us in your fantasy." Then he winked and opened the door.
She followed him to the end of the big table in the open area where he gestured for her to sit down. He tapped something on his phone, then leaned back in his chair.
"The others will be here in a few moments." His tone was more business-like now, rather than the easy banter of before.
The man from the other office walked to the chair next to Mike's and sat down, glancing at her speculatively. He had short cropped, sandy hair, a wide face with a square jaw, and warm, brown eyes. He wore dark blue jeans and a shirt. A moment later, two men appeared from the hallway, and Sylvia's breath caught at the side of the tall biker named Slade she'd seen entering the building earlier. Man, this fantasy was getting better by the minute. And the man by his side was the cyclist he'd spoken with at the door.
The cyclist's short, straight hair was a little damp—he'd probably taken a shower—and he wore dress pants and a striped shirt, accentuating his narrow waist and broad shoulders. Thoughts of him naked in the shower, water sluicing over his muscular body sent a quiver through her. Her gaze shifted to Slade, still wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Clearly, he was the rebel of the bunch.
They sat down and she glanced around the table at these four men, who used to be male strippers. They were all gorgeous and soon she'd be having hot, kinky sex with them all.
