He tore open the packet. Her face broke into a relieved grin as he pushed down his pants and rolled the latex over his painfully hard cock.
Darla bit her lip, watching as he guided the head into her, then dropped her head back with a moan. He took it slow. Savouring the tightness of her pussy surrounding him. He moved out just as slowly.
“Please,” Darla begged, as she looked through hooded lids.
He growled and granted her wish. Grabbing her hips, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. He withdrew just as quickly and slammed into her again and again. With each thrust, Darla gasped. She lay back on the counter again with a shuddering sigh, giving him better access. Hunter lost himself in the rhythm while he stroked her clit with his thumb.
Her tight cunt pulled at him as she tilted her hips to meet each of his thrusts. Then she came, again, screaming. God he loved that she was a screamer. Her contractions sent him over the edge and he thrust, once, twice and then a final third time, spending his seed before he collapsed on top of her with his cheek against her chest.
“You know,” she said between breaths, stroking his hair, “we really should use this kitchen for something other than fucking.”
“As long as it isn’t your cooking,” he replied with mock seriousness. “I’d rather live.”
“Deal.” She laughed, making her breasts jiggle deliciously.
His cock twitched. Would he ever get enough of this woman?
Warm kisses trailed down her spine, his favourite way to wake her. She tried to cover her smile and groaned, “Go away.”
“Get up, lazybones,” a warm deep voice growled in her ear. “It’s late afternoon. I’ve ordered Chinese takeout and we only have time for a quick shower before it gets here.”
She rolled over onto her back and cocked an eyebrow at him. “We?”
“Well yes, it’s good for the planet, conserving water resources and all that. I told you this last time.”
She arched her back and stretched, knowing full well it drove him crazy. He didn’t disappoint and lunged at her. She laughed as he rolled her on top of him, his erection pressing against her thigh as he claimed her mouth.
The doorbell rang. They stilled.
“That was quick. I only rang about fifteen minutes ago.” He rolled them over, lifting her legs to his waist and cradling his long hard length against her core. “You stay right here, I’ll go get the food and we’ll have a bed picnic.”
She wiggled seductively against him, rubbing his erection with her pussy. “Again?” she asked, smiling innocently. They’d been doing just that for the last couple of days.
“Yes, again,” he growled. With one last kiss, he leapt up and bounded out of the room before she had a chance to say anything else.
“Darla,” he called out a minute later. “I think you had better handle this.”
She frowned, and threw on his t-shirt that lay at the end of the bed before going downstairs.
Hunter stood at the door wearing only a pair of black track-pants slung low, just the way she liked them.
“What’s the matter?” she said, coming up behind him and slipping her arms around his waist. “Don’t you have enough cash on you?”
“Not for this,” he said.
She looked around him and sobered. Virginia stood on her doorstep looking her usual cool and perfect self. Beyond her was a van with a couple of what looked like catering staff. Virginia raised an eyebrow in surprise as she cast a cool glance over Darla’s dress, or lack thereof.
“Shit,” Darla said, her heart sinking. “Is it Thursday already?”
“That would be a yes,” Virginia said and looked pointedly at Hunter. “I really hope I am interrupting something.”
“As a matter of fact—”
“Wait.” Darla stopped him before he could say anymore. “Go upstairs and I’ll get this sorted out.”
Hunter turned her to him, buried his hand in her hair and leaned down to give her one hell of a kiss. A kiss that claimed her as his. He looked once more at Virginia before he turned toward the kitchen.
Virginia pushed the door open and watched his retreating form with clear admiration, and then turned to her. “Darla, darling, I totally approve.”
Darla’s cheeks heated. “I’m really sorry, Virginia, I just totally lost track of time.”
Virginia held up one finger then reached into her handbag, pulled out her phone and dialled. “Nella, it’s Virginia. There’s been a change of plans for the Double D’s. Darla and I are swapping nights. Can you help me to ring around and let the girls know it will be at my place tonight?”
Darla waited in silence, her heart beating fast. Was Virginia really letting her off the hook?
“No, she’s fine. Very fine from what I see. Let’s just say we probably won’t be hearing any more tales of dating woe… yep, I’d say she’s been well and truly laid several times… No, I think she found this one all on her own. I would’ve definitely known if I had Hunter Davis on my books… Let’s just say if I were her and I had to choose between a Double D dinner and what I’ve just seen in all his male glory, you girls would all starve… See you at my house.” She hung up the phone and turned to Darla. “You owe me big time.”
“Yes I do.” Relief stole through her. She looked forward to tonight alone with Hunter. Darla kissed her friend on both cheeks with gratitude.
Virginia smiled and gave her a wink. “Coffee. Next week. And I want all the gory details. I mean all of them.”
“Promise,” Darla said as she waved goodbye.
She shut the door and Hunter grabbed her around the waist from behind, pressing his erection against her back. “All the gory details, hey?” he asked, rubbing his lightly bristled chin against her shoulder.
“You weren’t supposed to be listening.”
“I just wanted to make sure you sent them away. I have plans for you.”
“They’re well and truly gone.”
“Good. Now we should go upstairs and work on those gory details for your friend.” With that, he swept her up into his arms and gave her a light kiss on the end of her nose.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled against his shoulder. She’d finally found her man. And she meant to keep him.
About the Authors
RHIAN CAHILL is the alter ego of a stay-at-home mother of four. With motherly duties rapidly dwindling, Rhian is able to make use of the fertile imagination she used to keep herself sane for all those years of slavery. Having spent some years living overseas and visiting tropical climates has helped inspire some steamy stories. Multi-published in erotic romance and contemporary romance, Rhian, with the help of Mr Muse, spends her days and nights writing.
When not glued to the keyboard you’ll find her, book in hand, avoiding any and all housework as much as possible. For more on Rhian visit her website www.rhiancahill.com or you can contact her at [email protected] or connect on Twitter (twitter.com/RhianCahill) or Facebook (www.facebook.com/RhianCahillAuthor) or you can download Rhian’s free app from the iTunes or Google Play stores.
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CATE ELLINK became intrigued by the erotic when her grandfather used to pass books to her father, saying, “Don’t let the girls read page X.” Although her mother and sisters never bothered to chase those pages, Cate always did. Invariably, her imagination was better than what she read.
While pursuing a career in science, Cate amused herself by writing about ordinary events and giving them an erotic twist. It’s taken more than a few years to bravely expose her mind to the public.
Cate lives near the beach in NSW, Australia, with a long-suffering husband. She writes erotic adventures like The Virginity Mission and Deep Diving, published with Escape Publishing, and has published a few short stories.
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CATHLEEN ROSS is currently self-publishing her indie Forbidde
n Fantasy series. Four of her titles have hit the Amazon top 100 bestseller lists this year. She’s obsessed with writing quirky characters from Scottish historical heroes to zombies. When she isn’t writing, she studies history and wishes she owned a time machine.
TAMSIN BAKER is an Aussie girl who just discovered erotic romance eighteen months ago. Before that, she would read sexy romance, skipping the plot and looking for the all the naughty bits. Since then, she has written erotic romance and erotica novels of varying length and has had twenty-four published (so far!). She absolutely loves reading and writing. She has two other jobs, including kids and a hubby too—but writing is a passion that she has to indulge for fear of insanity. M/M is a passion of hers so even when she writes ménage, there is always an M/M story. She particularly enjoys writing female dommes, but she loves experimenting in all genres. Tamsin is learning to write and read more one step at a time. Soon, she’ll have stories published in every sub-genre of erotic romance—well, that’s her aim anyway!
LEXXIE COUPER started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, an indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Contact Lexxie at [email protected], follow her on Twitter (twitter.com/lexxie_couper) or visit her at www.lexxiecouper.com where she occasionally makes a fool of herself on her blog.
Three-time ARRA finalist SHONA HUSK lives in Western Australia at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination, she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back.
With stories ranging from sensual to scorching, she writes contemporary, paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi romance. You can find out more at www.shonahusk.com, twitter.com/ShonaHusk or www.facebook.com/shonahusk
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After quite a few years working in the criminal justice system, KEZIAH HILL decided a tree change was needed so decamped to the blissful Blue Mountains, west of Sydney, Australia. Amid a garden full of flowering blossoms, roses and the odd marauding possum, she writes steamy erotic romance and romantic suspense while trying not to procrastinate too much.
VIVEKA PORTMAN is an author of romantic erotic fiction, and has a fascination with times past. With a bachelor degree in anthropology, Viveka weaves historical fact into fiction to create lively, realistic and thrilling tales, sure to titillate and engage the most discerning reader. Considered an upstanding member of society, Viveka does not make a habit of eavesdropping, gossiping or making vulgar displays of impropriety—except, that is, in writing.
CHRISTINA PHILLIPS is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny Western Australia with her high school sweetheart and their family. She enjoys writing paranormal, historical and contemporary romance, but whether the hero is a fallen angel, tough warrior or sexy mortal, the romance will be sizzling and the heroine will bring her hero to his knees.
She is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.
Christina loves hearing from her readers! Contact her at [email protected], on Twitter (twitter.com/ChristinaPh) or on Facebook (www.facebook.com/christinaphillips.author)
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MEL TESHCO’S gypsy-like upbringing saw her living in many places along Australia’s east coast. Each new home stimulated an already overactive imagination, where she spent as much time dreaming about fantasy worlds as the real world—the fantasy sometimes being much better.
Now living on a rural property to keep her three horses, three cats and one hyperactive Belgian shepherd happy, she is (mostly) happily married with an ever-hopeful husband (he’d love to retire), and is the proud mother of three wonderful girls.
She is a multi-published author with a love for the written word, along with a short attention span that sees her juggling a variety of genres and heat levels in her stories. From contemporary to paranormal, inspirational to erotic, she hopes there’s a little of something for every reader out there to enjoy. With too many stories in her head to keep up with, there will be many more books to come. You can find her website at www.melteshco.com and will often find her on her blog: melteshco.blogspot.com.au
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TRACEY O’HARA grew up reading Stephen King, Raymond E. Feist, and J.R.R. Tolkien, where she developed her taste for adventure and the paranormal thriller. When she’s not writing, reading, or working, she spends time with her husband, two sons, three cats and a cheeky Pug called Colin. Night’s Cold Kiss, the first in her Harper Voyager Dark Brethren series, was shortlisted in the Best Horror Novel category at the 2009 Aurealis Awards, and won the Novel with Romantic Elements category at the Romance Writers of Australia awards the same year. Tracey came to writing erotic fiction on a dare and discovered that not only was it fun, but she had a bit of a knack for it. She has some short erotic romances with several publishers, including Harlequin and Momentum. She is currently working on some new stories she hopes to publish very soon.
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ISBN: 9780857992536
Title: SECRET CONFESSIONS: SYDNEY HOUSEWIVES
Collection copyright © Harlequin Enterprises (Australia) Pty Ltd 2015
Virginia Copyright © 2014 by Rhian Cahill
Lana Copyright © 2014 by Cate Ellink
Nella Copyright © 2014 by Cathleen Ross
Sienna Copyright © 2014 by Tamsin Baker
Jorja Copyright © 2015 by Lexxie Couper
Meagan Copyright © 2015 by Shona Husk
Christa Copyright © 2015 by Keziah Hill
Emma Copyright © 2015 by Viveka Portman
Willow Copyright © 2015 by Christina Phillips
Camilla Copyright © 2015 by Mel Teshco
Darla Copyright © 2015 by Tracey O’Hara
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