Against the Wall (Adult Excerpt 18+)

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Madelyn curled against me, with her head on my chest and her leg thrown across my thigh. I tucked the blanket around her again so she wouldn’t catch a chill, and I closed my eyes. Sleeping was impossible with such a delectable woman tucked against me. She made the cutest sounds in her sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I fell asleep holding a woman, couldn’t remember having more than a one-night stand in my entire life.

My cock was so damn hard I worried it would break through my boxer briefs. It had been a few weeks since I’d been with a woman, and Madelyn was just too damn tempting. After what she’d been through, the last thing she needed was me lusting after her like some teen who couldn’t control himself.

Her soft hand drifted down my abdomen to the waistband of my briefs. My cock jerked in response. Her breath ghosted across my skin as she sighed. Madelyn shifted again, and her knee rose, sliding up my leg to rest just under my balls. If she was intent on killing me, she was doing a damn good job of it.

“I need a shower,” she mumbled against me.

The thought of her soaking wet with soap sliding down her long legs didn’t help my situation any. I shifted in an effort to get her a little further away from the danger zone. All she did was snuggle closer.

“I’ll keep watch out here if you want to get cleaned up,” I offered.

Her hand slid a little further down until her palm slid across my very erect cock. “Or you could join me.”

My brain short-circuited. That was the only explanation. Surely, she hadn’t just suggested that we shower together?

She looked up at me. “I’d feel so much safer with you in there with me.”

The mischievous look in her eyes told me that it had nothing to do with safety. Maybe the princess wanted me as much as I wanted her, but I still wondered if it wasn’t in response to what had happened to her. There wasn’t a textbook way to react to being attacked. Maybe she needed to feel closer to someone?

She tried to shove me off the bed and I stood up, not wanting her to hurt herself. Madelyn slid off the bed and grasped my hand, leading me into the bathroom. The room was about as big as my bedroom at home, with a shower that was definitely big enough for two. She started the water and turned to face me as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tee on the floor. Her swimsuit was just as appealing as it had been out by the pool. When she reached for the strings holding it in place around her neck, my heart gave a kick.

“Are you sure about this, Madelyn?” I asked. “Maybe you should call one of your friends if you need to feel close to someone.”

She stopped and stared. “Is that what you think? That I want you to shower with me just because I need to feel close to someone?”

I shrugged.

“Grady, I want you to shower with me because you’re hot as fuck and all I’ve thought about since I opened my door to you that first day was getting into your pants. I want you, Grady. I need you. But it has nothing to do with what happened today.”

My gaze traced the curves of her body. “In that case, princess, strip.”

She gave me a saucy smile as she pulled the strings on her top until it fell to the floor at her feet. She shimmied out of the bottoms, and my mouth went dry at the absolute perfection of her. Madelyn came a little closer, reaching for me. Her fingers skimmed along my abdomen and my muscles tensed under her light touch.

I arched a brow as I stared down at her. “Well, what are you waiting for, princess? You going to unwrap that monster cock, or have you changed your mind?”

She peeled my boxer briefs down my legs, and I kicked them away, my cock springing free. I didn’t brag — often — but I had been more than a little blessed in that department. A good ten inches and too big around for her to hold me with one hand. Her eyes widened. “You want it?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“How much do you want it? You want it bad enough to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

Madelyn whimpered a little as she fell to her knees.

I touched her cheek. “If it’s too much at any time, stop. I only want this if it’s good for both of us.”

“I’ll make it so good for you, Grady.”

I had no doubt that she would. I bet my little angel could take me straight to heaven. Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock before she fitted those luscious lips around it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking good I never wanted to leave. She sucked and licked my dick like a damn pro. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked the underside of my cock before she swallowed me down again.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow. If you can’t take it, pull away now and wrap those dainty little hands around me.”

She sucked harder, and my balls drew up. There was a tingling at the base of my spine, and then I was coming. I watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed every drop. It seemed my angel was as talented as a porn star, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else she could do.

Madelyn climbed to her feet and gave me a hesitant look. “Was that okay?”

“Okay? You blew my mind, princess. What do you say we take that shower before the water gets cold?”

She stepped under the spray, and I followed her, then shut the glass door. The water soaked her honey gold hair and droplets fell from her hard nipples. I reached for her shower gel and lathered my hands before reaching for her. I pulled her out from under the water and massaged the soap into her skin, starting at her throat and working my way down to her cute little toes. Her bare pussy beckoned to me, and I wanted a taste more than anything, but I wasn’t going to rush. Who knew when I’d get my hands on a woman like Madelyn ever again?

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#NewRelease – A Flogging Fantasy by @RavennaTate @evernightpub #BDSM #Romance

A FLOGGING FANTASY
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Despite her strict upbringing and meddling family, Glynis Coleman has entertained fantasies of being flogged all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. And guilt over them led her to teach history in a Catholic high school, thus decreasing her chances of meeting anyone interested in indulging her secret desires.

Asa Baker, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and he loves to use a flogger. Asa has been searching for the woman of his dreams, and it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s found that woman in Glynis. Now all he has to do is convince her of the same thing.

EXCERPT

I’m shivering although the room is not cold, and once again I’m seized with a desperate urge to cover up. His jaw goes slack, and his gaze roams over my naked body. Either he’s a fabulous actor, or that unbridled lust is real. It can’t be, can it? This beautiful man, who would have to do no more than crook his finger at a woman to have her, is gaping at me?

“Damn. I had no idea you would be this sexy in person.” He crosses the space between us in two strides. “You agreed to sexual touching if it came to that, correct?” The question is almost desperate, and I have to force back a moan.

“Yes.”

“I use condoms. And I have no diseases.”

“I have none either.” I’ve barely had sex. Should I tell him that? This surreal moment is more than I’m able to handle. My pulse is racing.

He’s still staring at me, glancing up and down my body. Now, he walks around me, and this is more than I’m equipped to deal with. My legs are trembling. They won’t stop, no matter how much I will them to.

“You are stunning, Glynis. Absolutely beautiful.”

I stay silent because the simple truth is that I don’t believe him. But despite that, when he pushes up against my backside and wraps his arms around me, I cry out softly at the intense arousal coursing through me.

“I’m going to flog you with each of these floggers you chose. Your lovely, round ass will be pink, then red and puffy. By morning, it will be bruised and purple. You will have trouble walking.”

Those words wash over me, sending chills up and down my spine until I’m arching my back so my ass rubs against the bulge in his leather pants. I imagine him holding me down and fucking me senseless, after he flogs me until I can hardly breathe. My pussy contracts in tiny spasms, and my clit throbs.

“What do you think about that?” His voice is deep and sultry in my ear, and his breath hot against my skin.

“I think it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Good girl.” That silky phrase sends more shivers down my spine, as if hearing it confirms everything I’ve ever wanted in life. I want to hear those words again, over and over.

“And, if you’re a very good girl…” He cups my breasts, and I moan loudly as fireworks explode inside my head. “I might fuck you, too.”

“Please,” I whisper, unable to stop the word before it leaves my mouth.

His soft chuckle plays over my senses, rendering me helpless in his arms. This is what I’ve waited for, right here and now. It finally has a name, a tangible image, and a scent. I’ve been searching so long I didn’t believe I’d find it, but I was wrong. It exists. It’s real. He is real.

“Let’s see how the flogging goes first.” When he steps away, the sense of loss is overwhelming. The room is suddenly cooler. This time, I do wrap my arms around my body but only because I miss the warmth of his touch. My own arms are a poor substitute.

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SPOTLIGHT: Serena’s Prince @AylaRuse @changelingpress #fairytales #romance

Hello Jessica! Thank you for having me on your blog. I’d like to share with you and your readers what went behind my decision to retell the classic fairy tale of The Frog Prince. My version is titled Serena’s Prince from Changeling Press’s 2nd edition of the Forever Wicked Series.

Changeling Press put out an in-house call for erotically re-told fairy tales. As soon as I read about the theme, I was excited. I’ve always loved fairy tales. My desire to retell one, however, came many, many years ago when I first read Anne Rice’s retelling of Sleeping Beauty in The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. Then (as now with most retellings) I liked a more adult take on the story and that there simply was more than the typical happily ever after ending. The publishers call came like a beacon for me to try my hand at retelling.

Out of the most popular fairy tales that are told and retold, The Frog Prince story bothered me. I always felt something was missing. I mean, the girl is mean to the frog, breaks her promise to him and even kills him! Yet when he turns into a prince, they immediately embrace and declare their undying love to one another. In my mind, the price would be ticked off. Not only that, I never liked that the girl was so mean. There had to be a reason behind her attitude and I wanted the prince to have some kind of revenge against her. Of course, being a fairy tale and a love story, the pair had to find love everlasting. In my version, I make them work for this love and develop it while figuring each other out and finding the real key behind the curse.

In planning my version, I asked myself many questions about the original tale, such as:

  • Why is the heroine so mean to the frog? I have never thought it right that this heroine seemed so snotty. It could be because she was young—and some versions allude to this—but then why would she and the prince marry if she were a little girl?
  • Why/How was the cursed frog at the pond to begin with?
  • On one hand, I can understand the prince being happy that he was released (supposedly) from his curse, but why would he be so in love with her when she was so cruel to him?
  • Who cursed the prince? And why? And what exactly did the curse entail?
  • How/Why could the pair fall in love?

Fairy tales are immortal in that they are told and retold through the ages. Every version brings a new idea or casts a new light onto the original. My hope is that my version brings a wicked and satisfied smile to those who love the first telling.

Thank you again, Jessica, for letting me spend time with you and your readers. Below is a snippet from Serena’s Prince.

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 Serena’s Prince (Forever Wicked) 2nd Edition

By Ayla Ruse

Publisher: Changeling Press

Genre/Theme: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Paranormal, magic

BookAddict at The Romance Reviews Wrote:  “This is a twisted fairy tale and it’s a kinky delight.”

A frog, a curse and a broken promise. Sometimes punishment can be its own reward.

 

Serena never thought asking for help from a frog would result in her being naked and tied to her bed. She should be afraid. She should call for the guards. She definitely should not be… begging for more.

Prince Rennick needs to get his hands on Serena’s necklace — the one item sure to break the curse that turned him into a frog. When an accident makes him temporarily human, he cannot help but use his Dominant nature to bend Serena to his will.

What should have broken the curse turns into a desperate attempt to save Rennick’s life. As they try to find the key, Rennick demands much from Serena, but is she willing to surrender everything to this frog-turned-prince?

 

Excerpt:

“Why do you cry so hard?” the frog asked.

Serena froze. Had that frog just talked to her? “Excuse me?” she asked, her brow raised high and her nose tipped up. She barely looked at the thing hopping toward her.

“I was in the pond. I heard a noise and wondered who disturbed my peace. Now I want to know why.”

“This is my garden, frog. Go find another if you want peace. Stop stealing my own.”

She wanted to push at the creature with her foot, but thought better of it. Her slippers were brand new, and she didn’t want frog slime to ruin them.

“You must be an enchanted frog,” she commented when the frog simply stared at her. “I didn’t know frogs could be enchanted.” When the animal remained quiet as though it waited on her, she deflated. “Fine. It’s not like you’re the next man trying to break me,” she huffed.

“Break you?”

“Never mind. You want to know what’s wrong? My stepfather’s trying to marry me off to over-blown barbarians. I’ve been manhandled more than any woman should be. And if that weren’t bad enough, tonight’s idiot broke my necklace. Now it’s at the bottom of this pond.”

“Hmm. Sounds rough.”

She wiped at her eyes, refusing to cry anymore. “Well, you asked. It’s not like you have any stress in your life.”

“You have no idea.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like you could have a hard life. You sit all day in my garden, eating bugs, swimming at your leisure… Wait. You’re a frog.”

“Do I even need to respond?”

“No. I mean, you can swim to the bottom and get my necklace, can’t you?”

“I could, but why?”

She laughed, happy that she might get her necklace back. “Because you can. Because that necklace means the world to me, and because I’ll… I’ll let you stay in my garden.”

“You’ll let me?”

“Yes. Otherwise I’ll have Henri, the gardener, chase you out.”

The frog appeared to shake its head. “Not possible,” he seemed to mumble. He hopped over to the pond, stared down for a long time, then turned back to her. “If I retrieve your necklace, you must make me a promise. Otherwise, it’ll remain at the bottom of the pond.”

Serena didn’t even blink. What could a frog want? An endless supply of flies? Whatever it came up with, the price would be negligible. She shrugged. “Sure.”

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Author Info

Handed a historical romance at young age, Ayla Ruse fell in love with love and with happy endings.  Having grown up living life tasting a little of this and a little of that has not changed this attitude, but it’s expanded her views.  Love isn’t always happy and it isn’t always the way a person “thinks it should be.”  Sometimes it’s outside the box, and it’s always a challenge.

 

Ayla is a stay-at-home mother who also home schools three young men-in-training. In her free time, she loves the outdoors, reading, and exploring. She also loves to hear from her readers and can be reached through any of the following:

 

Website:    http://www.aylaruse.com

Blog:    http://aylaruse.blogspot.com

Facebook:    https://www.facebook.com/ayla.ruse

Twitter:    https://twitter.com/aylaruse

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#NewRelease – Spanked Into Submission @RavennaTate @evernightpub #Spanking #Romance

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SPANKED INTO SUBMISSION
The Spanking Experiments 2

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Macie Brooks has entertained fantasies of being spanked all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. Intimate relationships haven’t worked out for Macie. She’s been told she’s a freak because of her secret needs. And, because of her poor body image, she doesn’t believe herself desirable.

Dakar Garcia, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and in control. Dakar has been searching for the woman of his dreams, but without much luck. Is it possible he’s found the perfect submissive, and the perfect lover, in Macie?

 

EXCERPT

“Do you know what this is?”

“A spanking glove, Sir?”

“Yes. It’ll protect my hand from getting sore, but will still give your luscious round ass a nice burn.” After he moves the toys on his left to his right, he spreads his legs apart slightly and pats his left thigh. “Drape your lower torso over my thigh, facing me at an angle.”

I don’t quite picture what he means until I lie over his thigh and he moves me further to the left a bit, so that I’m almost lying next to him. His right leg pins both of mine across the backs, and he drapes his left forearm across my middle back. I’m trapped against his hard, muscled body. My pussy is soaked now, and tiny contractions flutter the walls once again. Underneath my lower abdomen, his muscled thigh presses against me.

“Are you comfortable?” That voice! It washes over me, deep and sexy, until I would do anything to hear it.

“Very, Sir.” Speaking is difficult.

“This will hurt, Macie.”

The first swats are delivered on one side, then the other, in rapid-fire succession. I yell and try to get away, but he has me held too tightly. Now I understand why he put on the glove. By the third swat on each cheek, tears stream down my face and I expect to smell the smoke from the fire on my ass.

At the same time, it’s so damn arousing that I’m having a tiny orgasm. I never would have believed such a thing was possible, except that each swat pushes my clit into his thigh. When he reaches six on each side, my yells have turned to moans, and the contractions inside my pussy are still going.

The combination of pain and pleasure is like a drug. I want more. If this happens from a simple spanking, what will those floggers and paddles do to me? My mind fills with erotic images as he delivers the last three smacks on each side. I picture him fucking me, his cock in every hole, and my ass raw from those toys he chose.

When it’s over, I simply lie there, letting my imagination run wild. Maybe if I don’t move, he’ll keep going?

“What have we here?” His voice breaks through my fog, and I gasp as fingertips brush my labia. “You are soaking wet, Macie.” He says it like he’s surprised. Good lord. Has the man ever looked into a mirror?

“Yes, Sir, I sure am.”

A soft chuckle accompanies him slipping a finger into my wetness. I moan loudly as he massages that perfect spot inside. “Very nice.” He removes his finger and slides two inside. While he moves them in and out, he rubs my clit with his thumb, and I turn to jelly.

Now I’m moaning and writhing against his touch as an intense orgasm begins to build. Not shy any longer about the silly skirt, I’m glad it’s open in the back. If this is the reward for letting him spank me until I cry, bring on that chainmail flogger and leather paddle!

 

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#NewRelease – Shifter Woods: Howl @YesItsNicolaC #PNR #romance #shifters

Laurie wants a news story. Caleb just wants to be left alone. But when the coyote shifters’ paths cross in New Mexico’s Sandia Mountains, Fate steps in and gives them something they never expected—each other.

Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie’s also a coyote shifter—and his new heart’s mate.

But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”

  • Paranormal, Erotic Romance, MF
  • Word Count: 23,000
  • Heat Level 4
  • Published By: Belaurient Press

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Excerpt

Upstairs, Caleb stretched out in the big, comfortable bed, remembering how Paul Sleeping Turtle, Mike Ivanov and he had used some stout ropes and a lot of good-natured cursing to haul the mattress and box spring and over the loft railing. Anna had stood well out of the way downstairs, laughing at their language as they’d sweated and lugged the damn things upward. That night, however, she’d rewarded him in the newly installed bed, and Mike cheerfully baited him the next day about hearing the noise from a good mile away.

He’d never brought another woman to the cabin after Anna’s death, never even wanted to. But Laurie was different. He could smell her even up here, her essence rising with the heat from the fireplace and perfuming the loft with the smell of warm, sweet female in heat and in need of a good fucking.

He had no idea why Laurie had suddenly gone into heat while he was doing the dishes, but the change in her scent was unmistakable. Granted, sometimes an unmated Alpha could send a young, untried female into heat from simple proximity. But Laurie Rivera had to be in her early thirties, and if she was a virgin he’d eat his badge. The view he’d caught of her in the reflection of the kitchen window was of a female openly eyeing him and liking what she saw.

He grinned at the hand-hewn beams overhead. You know damn well what it means. She’s my mate, whether she likes it or not.

Which, ironically, was the problem. From what she’d told him, she was skittish as hell about the idea of being claimed. He couldn’t blame her, considering her experiences with her first Alpha. But it certainly messed up any chance he had with her, as well. And he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time and courting her, letting her get to know him over time. The moment the plows came through in the morning, Mike and this Gavin guy would be at the cabin to pick her up. After that, Laurie would be back in the city with her career and her life, never to return.

Albuquerque isn’t that far, though.

Oh, yeah? When was the last time you were there? The last time you had time to go there?

His subconscious—or his coyote, he wasn’t sure—had a point. He had to act tonight before he lost her. So, time to be sneaky.

He kicked off the blanket, bracing as the cool air hit his bare skin. He usually didn’t sleep naked during winter, but he wanted as much of his own aroma circulating as possible. He’d made a vow, yes, and he would keep it … unless Laurie gave him permission to break it. And the best way to make happen would be to tempt her upstairs with the scent of his desire and the promise of fulfilling her own.

Running a hand over his chest, he brushed the firm nub of a nipple and the crisp hair that led in a trail down to his groin. He followed it now, wrapping a hand around his soft cock and squeezing. It twitched at the stimulation; when he squeezed again, running his thumb over the upper ridge of the head, it began to thicken lazily.

He started a light, teasing stroke, not enough to get himself off but more than enough to get fully hard. Closing his eyes, he imagined Laurie climbing the stairs to the loft and his bed. The mattress would dip a bit as she climbed on it, moving on all fours to him. He knew she was the kind of female who, when her mind was made up, would stake her claim. There would be no fear, no anger, nothing but need and the deep knowledge that they belonged together.

He pictured her straddling his thighs, bending over to give him a deep, luscious kiss. Her breasts would swing forward and he could cup them, relishing the firm weight of them in each hand before he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. He already knew how the salt of her sweat and the sweet spice of her skin would taste, and how to rub the velvet flat of his tongue across the nub to make her gasp. He wanted to learn all the sounds she made in bed, the feminine moans and sighs that were music to a male’s ears.

His sweet female would be eager that first time, taking him in hand and guiding his straining cock between her legs. He groaned as he imagined the hot, wet squeeze of her sliding down around him, a perfect fit that would drive him out of his mind. She’d start riding him, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall, and that perfect friction building between cock and cunt, all hot juices and slippery softness and his dick going deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the electricity rising, building at that sweet spot between balls and spine…

He pulled his hand away, half-enjoying the sparking, stuttering feeling of having his orgasm denied. Now he just had to wait.

Please, Laurie, I need you. Come to me.


About Nicola Cameron

Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.

While possessing a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.

Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.

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#NewRealease – Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin by @AuthorPaigeW

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Jilly
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s completely forbidden. I’ve been in love with my dad’s best friend since I turned five; he gave me a tiara and called me his little princess. Except, I don’t want to be his princess anymore. I want to be his queen.

I’ve taken a job at the sheriff’s department, just to be under his nose. I’ll wear my shortest skirts and my tightest shirts, and I will do whatever it damn well takes to get the sexy sheriff to notice me. Interoffice romance is frowned upon, but some rules are made to be broken.

Joshua
When I walked into my office and saw the most luscious ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, the first thing I wanted to do was get under that skirt and inside her as fast as I could. And that’s precisely what I did.

Then her dad showed up and greeted his precious baby girl.

I’m well and truly fucked now. Not only did I claim the virginity of my best friend’s daughter, but I plan to take her again…and again…and again. She may be twenty years younger than me, but damn if I don’t feel eighteen again when Jilly is around.

Stand alone novella, no cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV.

 

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Excerpt

Holy Fuck! I didn’t know who the goddess on the floor was, but just seeing her kneeling there gave me all sorts of ideas, as did the flash of creamy ass cheek that peeked out from beneath the hem of her way too short skirt. Either she wasn’t wearing panties, or she had on one of those sexy thongs. Either way, my dick was anxious to find out the answer. I didn’t know what had brought the angel to my door, but I was ready to answer all her prayers.

Her big, blue eyes blinked up at me as her tongue swiped across her lower lip. My cock grew hard, pressing against my jeans. Her breath hitched as her gaze dropped and took in my aroused state. She climbed to her feet, flashing that delectable ass at me and making me groan. Fuck, but I wanted inside her. She adjusted the hem of her skirt as she sauntered a little closer. Even in those fuck me heels, she still barely reached my shoulder. Having that small, curvy body so damn close was enough to bring out the caveman in me.

“Morning, Sheriff,” she said, her voice husky and smooth. My dick jerked and I felt some pre-cum leak down my thigh.

“Something I can do for you, sugar?” I asked. Like bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream?

“Janine hired me. I’m your new secretary.”

My gaze scanned her from top of her golden hair to the tips of her red painted toes. If I got to see this little goddess every morning, things were looking up indeed. I’d always discouraged romance in the office, but some rules were made to be broken. I could already picture some late nights with this beauty, her lips wrapped around my cock before I pounded her sweet pussy. My reputation with the ladies was well deserved, but something told me this woman was different from the others. There was an innocence in her eyes that made me want to corrupt her.

“Maybe we should step into my office so we can get…better acquainted.”

She shivered and gave me a look that said she would do anything I wanted. It probably wasn’t smart to fuck my new secretary on her first day, but my cock was going to explode if I didn’t. Her ass swayed as she walked in front of me and I admired the view. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. She nibbled her lower lip as I crooked my finger at her.

“I aim to make my employees very happy while they work here. Why don’t you tell me what would make you happy, sugar?”

Her gaze strayed to my cock and she licked her lips again.

“You can have anything you want,” I told her, waiting for the green light.

“I want you, Sheriff Sparks.”

I drew her closer, her hard nipples grazing my uniform shirt. “And how do you want me, sugar?”

“Inside me.” She whimpered. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Sheriff Sparks.”

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I smiled a little as she nodded.

“Very naughty, sir.”

Fuck! That sir spoken so softly nearly made me come in my pants.

“Then I guess you’d better strip out of those clothes if you want me to fill that sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good, sugar.”

#CoverReveal – Men of Honor: Jake by @marteekakarland

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EXCERPT (Unedited)

God, something smelled wonderful. Linda inhaled deeply of something that smelled like fresh rain, forest, and warm man. Had there ever been a pillow as perfect as this? Its seemed to have the perfect amount of firmness to it, cradling her head but not letting her sink too deeply into it. She hugged it to her as she exhaled contentedly, snuggling closer.

Which was when she felt something pulse under her forearm where it curled over the top of her pillow. Startled, she opened her eyes…

To find herself draped over Jake. Not, like, cuddled into his side where she could have pretended he’d positioned her. Oh no. She was laying possessively over his abdomen, her arms clutching him to her as she might her own man if she had one. That she’d been the one to move in her sleep wasn’t in question. Jake lay exactly where he had when she’d climbed into bed. On his side of the big king size bed. She’d sought him out in her sleep. Sure, his hand was buried in her hair, but under the circumstances, she didn’t feel like she could say anything.

Linda knew she needed to move. If she were lucky, he was asleep and she could roll off him without making a scene and he never had to know. Except, his cock now pulsed insistently under her forearm. Could this be any more embarrassing? And the size of him! Surely she was misjudging what she was feeling. Gingerly, she raised her arm slightly to look. Nope. She hadn’t misjudged.

Before she knew what she was doing, a wicked thought stuck in her head and implanted like a parasite. She could satisfy her curiosity. All she had to do was ease the waistband of his pants over that mouthwatering erection and she could gaze to her heart’s content. Even if he was awake — as she suspected — he wouldn’t mind. She knew without a doubt he wouldn’t stop her.

As if in a trance, Linda watched as her hand slid down his hip to curl her fingers in the elastic. The backs of her trembling fingers brushed the flesh near his cock. Slowly, she tugged. A groan escaped Jake just as Linda whimpered.

Before she could reveal what she was sure would be the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen, Jake’s hand covered hers, stopping her even as he gave a deep, rumbling growl. When she tried to pull away, Jack held her hand fast.

“Don’t pull away from me.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaking. “I shouldn’t have done that. ”

“In a different situation I’d not only have let you, I’d have encouraged you.” Jake stroked her hand with his thumb, his fingers alternately opening and closing in her hair.

“We should get up,” she said, rolling over. He let her until she was off him, then his arm snaked around her waist and Jake pulled her against him to spoon against her. She squirmed in a half hearted effort to get away, but he only wrapped both arms around her and settled her snugly against him.

God, his arms felt incredible! Her head was pillowed on one while it curled around her body to her shoulder. Wrapped up so tightly, she felt protected. Safe. Like as long as she lay like that, within Jake’s arms nothing could touch her. The feeling was more welcomed than Linda wanted to admit or could ever have imagined.

“We have an hour before we need to let up to meet Noah and Ty. Let me hold you until then.” He made the demand a request, even as his arms tightened around her. Linda snuggled into him with a sigh.

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine. I protect what’s mine.”

“I don’t need your protection. I can protect myself.”

“I know.”

Linda had no idea why his words warmed her inside or why she truly wanted to be his. All she knew was, this could never happen again. Shouldn’t be happening now. But, God, it felt good!

Vowing this would be the last time, she closed her eyes to enjoy the next hour before they planned the move to find her sister.

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