Spotlight ~ Surprising Myself Anthology Audio Release featuring Lea Bronson #Erotica #Audio #Voyeurism @LeaBronson

 

Thank you for hosting my first audio release, the erotica anthology SURPRISING MYSELF!

What is your secret fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.

 

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ABOUT LEA BRONSEN’S STORY “COME ABOARD”

Lorna, a young American reporter, travels to a port town in France to cover a yacht race. She hopes she’ll be able to experience her wildest fantasy on the beach – sex in public. Due to getting on the wrong train, she has an argument with the controller, who she finds both immensely sexy and annoyingly arrogant.

When he brings her to the engine, pretending to restrain her but instead getting intimate with her, she sees the opportunity to live out her fantasy…

 

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If lucky, I might even meet a handsome Frenchman with whom to spend Saturday night. I’m single, have been for the past few months, and at twenty-three, the lack of sex for such a long time is driving me half-nuts. An interlude with a local hotness on one of the warm beaches of Sables sounds like an irresistible idea. Yes, a beach, or any other public place. The eBook I’m reading features a heroine getting the fuck of her life in an open park at night against a tree in full view of passersby. I want that kind of excitement, too. The three boyfriends I’ve had in the past few years were good in bed but not daring enough. I yearn for someone to do something crazy and a little forbidden with me, in public visibility. Surely, that hint of dangerousness, the possibility of being caught by the authorities, should increase the sexual experience—and our orgasms—tenfold.

For now, I’ll have to do with checking out the cute Maghrebian controller while waiting for him to examine my ticket. Row after row, he walks the narrow aisle toward me, distributing polite smiles to the passengers and answering questions. Tall and broad-shouldered, he has the looks and build of a soccer player. A black tribal tattoo appears below the short sleeve of his purple shirt and travels down his sun-kissed, muscular forearm. Beneath his gray cap, he sports a short buzz cut, and two or three days’ worth of black beard stubble covers his cheeks and chin, just enough to make him…oh, God, immensely sexy. With full lips, a strong nose, and black olive-shaped eyes, he’s a gem of North Africa, an exotic, roughly polished jewel. He would definitely fit in my fuck-on-the-beach fantasy.

 

BOOK LINKS

Audio: Insatiable Press / Amazon

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ABOUT LEA BRONSEN

Lea Bronsen

I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance.

I love to hear from my readers! Write to leabronsen@yahoo.com or meet me on:

Website / Lea’s Crazy Nights Blog / Facebook profile / Facebook page / Twitter / Amazon

 



 

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Mid Week Tease: ” “Don’t you sweetheart me…” #MWTease #SweetestSalvation

MWTease15Happy Wednesday Friends! I hope everyone is doing well.

Special thanks to Sandra Bunino for rallying authors together to share teases every week.

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This week’s tease is another that comes from one of my older titles, Sweetest Salvation, the first of the Club Splendor series.

After the deaths of her child and husband, Andy feels lost. She desires nameless and disconnect while seeking some release from her emotions during sex. However, her husband’s best friend, Hunter, won’t stand for it. He gives her an ultimatum, spending the night with him or losing her membership to his club…

And so it begins …

Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.
The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.
Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.
It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.
Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”
“What look?”
“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”

“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.
“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”
He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.
His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.
She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.
“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door.
Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.
His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.
A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”
“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.
“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”
Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.
Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.
Dear lord, this was Hunter.
Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?

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Interview with London St. James #Gothic #Paranormal @LSJRomance @EvernightPub

 

Good morning, London. Thanks for stopping by!
Congratulations on your newest release, “Rise of the Lost Prince”.

Thanks so much for having me! I’m super happy to be here. *Smiles* and does *Wiggles*

What can you tell us about the Lost Boys Series?
We’ve got some super sexy alpha males. Some evil darklings. A few battles. Some steamy moments of kissing (and other things) *Winks* A romance. An adventure. Oh, and Neverland which is an abandoned seaside amusement park in ruins.

What inspired you to write the series?
My muse had been pondering a story based loosely on Peter Pan, only with warrior types and a badass version of Peter, which is named Petúr. FYI, my muse is a bit crazy, because I was in the middle of writing another story, when the muse said stop and write about Neverland. Crazy as it might be, I listen to my muse, as I always do, sat the story I was writing aside for the moment, and brought Neverland and the Lost Boys to life. Problem was, the characters had much more to say. Maybe that’s not really a problem. *Smiles* But, we’ll see the rest of the cast of characters again, since Rise of the Lost Prince turned into the first in the Lost Boy series.

Will you be standing in line on Feb 14 to see the 50 Shades of Grey movie or will you pass?
I hate standing in lines. I only did that one time for a movie and I don’t want to do it again. I can’t stand all the crowding around me, so no I will pass on the whole line thing and watch the movie when it comes out in DVD format.

Name the biggest things about this business that make you frustrated?
Being a small fish in a big sea and trying to keep from being eaten alive by the sharks. Oh, wait. Did I just have a Finding Nemo flashback! *Smiles*

If you could write a book with any one author, who would it be?
Oh my gosh. That’s a super hard question. I love so many authors and their writing styles. It would be hard to pick only one author. I know. Why don’t you and I write a book together? It would be a blast!
Kacey: Would be a blast!! *g*

What are you writing next?
I have to take a moment and insert a *chuckle* here. I have so many projects on my plate I actually need a platter, or a whole dining room table to stack them all on. But, I’m really trying hard to work on book two of my Bad Boy Fever series. The follow up novel length book of my western erotic romance Novella length book Welcome to Paradise, called Trouble in Paradise. And, I could go on and on, but that would get boring. Let’s just say there’s no rest for the wicked! *Smiles*

riseofthelostprince1mTitle: Rise of the Lost Prince

Series: Lost Boys

Written by: London Saint James

Published by: Evernight Publishing

Release: February 6, 2015

Word Count: 32K

Genre: M/F Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Fairytale, Fantasy, Action/Adventure, Gothic

Warning: Voyeurism, Violence

 

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Blurb:

They fight to protect those who would never welcome them into the human world…

Petúr always knew he and his brothers-in-arms were different. Something more. Something not human. Yet, he never expected to find out the truth of their origins, nor fall for a human woman whose father was set to destroy Neverland.

Ever since she was a child, Wyndi dreamed of an angel with eyes of the purest gold, although she never really believed such a man existed until she met the hauntingly beautiful Petúr of the lost boys.

With a prophecy to fulfill, a woman to protect, a portal to find, and evil darklings out for blood, will Petúr be strong enough to rise up and claim what’s rightfully his, or lose everything to a long-time nemesis, Grapple the Dark?

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Barnes & Noble Author Page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/london-saint-james

LSJ Romance: http://www.londonsaintjames.com/evernight-publishing.html

 

Excerpt:

“Where are we going?” Wyndi asked.

“My room.” Five rapid heartbeats later, they were inside his bedroom with Petúr kicking the door closed behind them. “I need to know something,” he said in his honey tones.

Wyndi glanced up at him from under her lashes, and shivered. He was staring at her with eyes glinting gold. The braid he wore in his hair dangled down the right side of his cheek, tickling her.

“What do you want to know?”

“This.”

Petúr bent his head, slanted his mouth over hers, tongue tasting the line of her lips until she parted them on an intake of breath. When their flesh met, she closed her eyes. Fireworks exploded inside her head, the luminous sparks floating, then falling, falling, and transitioning into a force crashing down over her—a title wave of longing. She moaned, tasting the summer sky, morning dew, the sweetness of rainbows, sultry nights, and rain storms.

Mind whirling, her body shifting, she was lying on her back, fingers tangled into the nape of Petúr’s satiny hair, the other hand pressed against the steely strength of his shirt-covered chest. Every part of her became aware of him on some sort of molecular level. Yet nothing could have prepared her for what she experienced when he tucked himself between her thighs and groaned. Heat slammed into her core. Her stomach quivered. Her panties dampened. An inferno. Yes, surely it must be an inferno which lapped at her skin while their tongues tangled into infinity.

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Petúr was lost in an ocean of sensation, wave after wave, pulling him under. The connection to this woman beneath him was undeniable. Everything about Wyndi filled him up until there was nothing but her. Her taste. Her touch. Her scent. His chest expanded.

Damn, her scent. She tasted better than the cotton candy fragrance that wafted from her skin. Skin. Oh, yes, skin. That’s what he needed, to feel her soft skin against his.

“Wyndi.” He breathed, saddened to break the kiss, reaching over his shoulder, yanking the material of his shirt, lifting up with the other hand, and pulling the garment from over his head. “I must feel your flesh against mine.”

Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. Was she nervous? Well, he’d be the balm to soothe those nerves. He focused on her mouth. Those delicious lips were kiss swollen and moist, making his cock strain even more against the constraint of his pants.

“Okay,” she said in a small, breathy voice, the lids covering her blue eyes at half-mast.

He reached for the hem of the too big nightshirt covering the body he had to see, lifting until he revealed her little white panties and lacy bra covered breasts. Blood raced through his veins. He wanted to do everything with her. To her. Touch all over. Taste every inch of her. Put his fingers and cock into the tight, warm sheath he knew was awaiting him.

Take her. Hell yeah. Those two words became a chant within his mind. He wanted to take his woman in every position he could imagine and then some. His woman? Yes. Yes she was his, or would be. Slow your roll. You don’t want to scare her. He had to maintain. He couldn’t go at her like some out of control beast.

Leaning down, he kissed between the creamy mounds of her cleavage, skimmed his cheek across the apex of her right breast, watching goose bumps scatter across her flesh in a wanton invitation. Unable to stop himself from licking her, he lapped at her in one, long, lingering stroke, from the top edge of the bra, up her collarbone, only stopping because the material he’d lifted hindered his progress being bunched around her neck.

“Oh, hell,” he muttered. “You taste so good.”

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Rise of the Lost Prince Listening List:

Hoobastank – Crawling In The Dark

Godsmack – Serenity

Linkin Park – Papercut

Alter Bridge – Rise Today

Keane – Somewhere Only We Know

BrunuhVille – You And I

Matt Walters – The First Time

Creed – One Last Breath

Mat Kearney – Breathe In Breathe Out

Gabrielle Aplin – Salvation

 

Listening List on London’s YouTube Channel: http://youtu.be/bOHxtOLfvIo?list=PLTj2Uioh8mQ7CHZe8L4XAqO3WZQj6DovY

 

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LSJ Bio and Social Links:

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Web: http://www.londonsaintjames.com

Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomance

FB Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/London-Saint-James/154331444626603

TSU: https://www.tsu.co/Londonsj

google.com/+LondonSaintJames

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance

You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

 

 

 


 

Sweetest Splendor Excerpt @KaceyHammell #Contemp #Erotic

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Sweetest Splendor
Club Splendor Book 2
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Contains: Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys

 

Snippet © Kacey Hammell, 2015:

Bridget gasped and inched away from him. Turning, her eyes locked with his. Her bottom came up against the table behind, her heart racing, realizing there was little room to move. She was trapped between Zander and the wooden object. Nerves skated down her spine. The hunger and need in the darkness of his eyes emboldened her, filled her with a confidence she never experienced before.

No time to think about that. Not when desperate need coursed through her. His first kiss against her skin changed things. There was no way she’d accept just friendship with him now.

Anxious, wanting to hold onto this moment with him, and share her innermost desires, she grabbed the remote from the table and hit a button. The curtains behind her opened. She watched Zander’s eyes shift upward and go wide. They returned to hers and he grinned.

Bridget hit another button and the room filled with moans and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. She trembled hearing the couple’s rough but no-doubt-exhilarating sex behind the glass. Always hard on each other while at the same time as gentle as their love, both enjoyed vigorous and no-holds barred sex and gave no apologies.

Zander stepped toward her, and skimmed his palms across her stomach, creating heat and butterflies circling inside her. So hot, his skin warmed her.

But when he lowered his head to hers, his lips gliding against hers, all thoughts fled and she pulled him closer, need and anticipation filling her.

 

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Sweetest Salvation Snippet #Contemp #Erotic

Contemp Erotic Romance/Light BDSMSweetest Salvation
Club Splendor Book 1

Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light Bondage

Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners

*An Evernight Publishing Editor’s Pick*

*Night Owl Reviews Top Pick!*

 

Snippet © Kacey Hammell:
“You were pretty determined to keep me out of the club. I find it odd that you agree with my fucking other men so fast.”

Hunter wasn’t used to Andy speaking in such a manner. Even at the club, she’d always held herself regal and showed her desires when she found something she liked. But he’d never heard her talk so crude and dirty. He had to admit, he quite liked it.

“Oh, I never agreed to you fucking other men, Andy. Not at all.”

She frowned. “But I can frequent the club, right?”

“Of course you can.” He clasped her hands in his. “But you can’t have sex with anyone else.”

“You’re forbidding me to interact with people?” she demanded, shocked.

“Not at all. I merely said you couldn’t fuck other people. You’ll just only do so with whomever I choose.”

“You’re going to choose whom I have sex with! I don’t think so, buster.” Andy tried to shift away, but he held fast.

“Yes, sweetheart, I will choose. But it’s an easy decision for me, so don’t worry.”

She stopped struggling. Her gaze roamed his face, looking for what he wasn’t sure. “I still don’t understand.”

“It’s simple really,” he replied, satisfied with his plan. “You can use the club. You’re welcome to sit and watch whatever people you wish, but you cannot fuck anyone.”

She gasped and her cheeks flushed. “No one? Look, Hunt—”

“No one,” He lifted his left hand and tapped the edge of her nose with his index finger. “But me.”

Andy fell back against the back of the loveseat, shock written all over her face.

Satisfaction filled Hunter that he’d left her speechless.

He’d meant what he’d said. There would be no other man but him that she’d have sex with at the club. He’d fuck her any way she wanted, anytime she wanted. Hell, he’d even go as far as giving her some of the pain she so desperately claimed to need.

And in doing so, he’d bide his time. Wait as long as it took for her to realize that the sex and pain she was looking for was the opposite of who she was. With all that pleasure and pain, he’d show her that life was worth living and they could be good together.

He’d loved her for over a decade now. A little while longer wouldn’t be too hard.

Hunter was nothing if not a patient man.

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Succumb in #ClubSplendor …

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Unhibited Passion, Voyeurism, Light BDSM

Club Splendor…
Where Anything Can Happen Behind Closed Doors…

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Contemp Erotic Romance/Light BDSM

Club Splendor Book 1
Contemp Erotic Romance/Light BDSM

Available at:
Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.ca  / Amazon UK /
aRe / Bookstrand / B&N / Kobo / iTunes

“The representations of love in Sweetest Salvation reminds me of warm, delectable, dark chocolate on a plate of the mouthwatering summer berries.” Night Owl Reveiws TOP PICK! 5 Stars 

“If you’re looking for some erotica that has emotional depth, you’ll definitely want to check out the book.” Carly – Amazon Reader Review – 5 Stars

“Ms. Hammell uses all the sensory receptors to ignite a sensual explosion among many of her characters in this narrative. Her supporting cast is strong, enchanting and carries a sense of freedom similar to that of a soft breeze, along the rhythm of a bubbling stream.” Maxie, Goodreads Reader – 5 Stars

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sweetest-splendor

Club Splendor Book 2
Contemporary Erotic Romance/Light BDSM

Available at:
Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.ca  / Amazon UK / aRe / Bookstrand / Smashwords / B&N / iTunes

5 Stars ~ “Scorching hot friends to lovers story with enough heat to frazzle eReaders and just the right amount of sweet to touch hearts. Sweetest Splendor is one heck of a spicy read!” JoAnne, Amazon

4.5 Stars ~ “…this short story packs quite a punch…romance will burn up the wires of your e-reader. If you’re looking for a short, but potent shot of romance, you will want to read this book.” Carly, Amazon

4 Stars ~ “… a short and spicy read…can’t wait to see if there will be more to follow.” Crystal,Goodreads 

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From Sweetest Salvation, Book 1:

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2013

“Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and winked.

Cheeks on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area and looked around. The place was packed tonight.

There were a few people she recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business was certainly thriving.

Bridget caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down the hall that would take her to room fourteen and Hunter.

Movement caught the corner of her eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another couple. She missed a step, but gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige waved and her husband smiled bright.

The couple’s kindness and understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and waved back. They’d been there for her the other night. She’d be forever grateful for it.

Reaching the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come in,” she turned the knob.

The room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it. The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.

Andy’s gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just thinking of all that might have been done in this room.

It was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more toys of pleasure.

Andy’s gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched over the back of it.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Her gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”

“What look?”

“That self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”

“Then why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.

“I wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been… friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”

He leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.

His red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.

She shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.

“There, I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the door.

Hunter was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door and preventing her retreat.

His breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.

A shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”

“Why? You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against her ear.

“I don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I have to see after the sex is over.”

Hunter pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.

Her thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered. She wanted a cock inside her.

Dear lord, this was Hunter.

Could she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?

He was attractive, always had been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw him.

Hunter always treated with her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he dated but had heard women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He could probably give her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety with him at least.

And her body’s reaction to him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While she was sure it was a bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was overwhelmed by the sudden realization that not just any cock would do.

She wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.

Her breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t have the courage to give into this man.

She needed to get out of this room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once more, Andy yanked.

Hunter’s palms never moved from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned tighter against her back.

Pressed against the door, she turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her breasts pushed against her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing, which abraded her nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was overwhelming.

Hunter’s body pressed against her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just as affected as she. His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved against the crack of her ass.

“Andy,” he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, willed herself to push back against him until he let her go.

Her eyes opened when she realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered and her stomach clenched. There was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She wanted him.

 

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