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Lust in Dalat (Asian Adventures #6) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #Vietnam #Dalat #BBW #lesbian #transgender #exhibitionist #menage #Asia #traveling

Lust In DalatBlurb

The woman in the window seat to my right had more flesh than I’d usually find attractive, and most of it was on display. But she wasn’t trying to tease. Every detail—the silver hoops in her earlobes, the teakwood clasp in her hair, the anklet decorating her high-arched foot—broadcast confidence and a healthy disdain for anyone else’s opinion. A woman alone, on a public conveyance, in a foreign country, Helen nevertheless looked thoroughly at home.

And me? Traveling outside of the U.S. for the first time in my life, I was nervous, inexperienced, awkward and excited. Especially excited. With Helen in the next seat, who wouldn’t be?

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/6483-lust-in-dalat-asian-adventures-book-6/

Amazon US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083JB1K6J/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B083JB1K6J/

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/998848

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lust-in-dalat-lisabet-sarai/1135979089?ean=2940163435197

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/lust-in-dalat-asian-adventures-book-6

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50421841-lust-in-dalat

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Excerpt

Some slight sound echoed in the bare room behind me. I turned to find Vinh and Helen in a passionate embrace. Their mouths locked together in a hungry kiss, they fumbled with each other’s clothing. Helen pushed Vinh’s jeans down to reveal her partner’s firm, round ass and narrow hips. Vinh crumpled Helen’s dress up around her waist.

A bolt of heat shot through me as I saw that I’d been right. Aside from a luxuriant nest of blond curls, Helen’s pussy was bare.

Vinh groaned and broke the kiss long enough to pull Helen’s dress over her head and toss it into a corner. With unexpected force, the slight Vietnamese toppled Helen backward, onto the mattress, then knelt, pushed the English woman’s thighs apart, and dove into her sex.

My own pussy clenched and my clit throbbed as I watched Vinh make a meal of Helen’s bountiful body. Vinh’s elevated buttocks shone like twin moons. Helen reached up to grab that pale flesh, holding tight as she writhed with pleasure from the oral assault.

The pair totally ignored me. That only made the scene more arousing. I whipped my shirt over my head, stepped out of my shorts, and sank four fingers into my own cunt. With my thumb, I rubbed at my needy clit. Meanwhile, I pinched my engorged nipples, imagining I was doing the same to Helen.

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About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai has been addicted to words all her life. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – nearly one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.  Sign up for her VIP email list here:  https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

Eyes Wide Open is Now Available in Audio! #audio #audiobook #audible #menage #mmf #bdsm

Eyes Wide Open AudiobookHi lovelies,

I am totally thrilled to announce that my MMF BDSM erotic romance novel, Eyes Wide Open, is now available in audiobook format, thanks to my superb narrator, Frankie Holland! As always, she’s done an amazing job, and I hope you’ll check it out.

Here’s what the book is all about:

A chance meeting opens Fiona’s eyes to some very sexy possibilities.

Recent graduate Fiona Gillespie is stuck working in a grimy pub in London’s East End, and living in a horrid flat. It’s only while she figures out what she wants to do career-wise, but that’s easier said than done.

When she sees an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. Determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role—and it comes with accommodation included.

Her job and living situation sorted, things are on the up. Unfortunately, her personal life is lacklustre. It doesn’t bother her, though—not until she meets businessmen James and Logan, and her head is well and truly turned.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor hotel suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Her imagination runs wild, but not wild enough to get to the truth—James and Logan are a couple, and they’re into some seriously intriguing activities.

Fascinated, she launches herself into a whole new world with the two men. But is this just physical, or is their arrangement set to become something more?

Listen here:
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Happy Listening!

Lucy x

Shower You With Love by E. D. Parr (@parr_books)

Shower You With LoveBlurb:

Chris Everhart attends his best friend’s weeklong wedding festivities. He meets handsome, enigmatic, Owen, and in a haze of attraction ignores the strangeness surrounding Owen. Convinced he’s falling in love, Chris spends every moment he can with Owen, until on the final day of his best friend’s celebrations he discovers a heartbreaking and shocking truth. He and Owen can never be together.

Traumatized, lonely, Chris can’t settle into another relationship, and then, after two years of wishing he could feel the way he felt for Owen with another man, fate intervenes. He meets gorgeous, gentle Matthew.

Spooked, Chris is about to run from Matthew who reminds him so much of Owen, but Matthew asks Chris to dance with him.

In Matthew’s arms, Chris can’t ignore the feeling of belonging that rushes over him.

Will he take the risk to love again, or continue to yearn for a ghost?

BUY the BOOK

On new release special price at Evernight Publishing

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KOBO https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/shower-you-with-love

NOOK https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shower-you-with-love-e-d-parr/1135881488?ean=2940163429974

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Read a teaser

The early evening sun glowed in the sky. Birds still sang. The breeze caressed his face, gentle and warm. Only white wisps of cloud trailed across the sky. It was an evening meant to walk hand in hand with a lover.

Chris sighed and drank some of his whisky. Since his boyfriend left him nearly a year ago, he hadn’t met anyone who stirred his heart. If there were any gay guys at the gathering, he’d yet to identify them. Since he was the only gay man among his friendship group, Chris expected to be the only person who hadn’t hooked up with someone by the time the bride and groom met at the altar. He smiled to himself recalling a work colleague’s words about wedding festivities. “That’s what usually happens isn’t it … you sleep with someone out of sheer envy for the “glowing with love” bride and groom?” Chris had laughed when the guy put air commas around the words “glowing with love.” “Some might. I might not,” but in his heart he dearly wished for a gentle, handsome man to love. Chris was lonelier than he admitted to himself or anyone else.

Four days of games, parties, and outings stretched ahead of him. Chris forced a more positive mood. This is a beautiful estate. I should explore. Phil’s parents owned the huge old house on a wealth of gardens. Ben, Phil’s dad, ran his events planning business from there and often one or two of the large rooms were used for conferences. Presently, the estate was closed for two weeks as the families and friends assembled to celebrate Phil’s wedding.

He peeled the label that named him from his jacket lapel, and stuffed it into his pocket. Then left his half-empty glass on a bench beside a row of rose bushes, heavy with large pink blooms, and wandered off down the path that wound around the house. The hem of his jacket trailed along two of the flowers and the perfume shed by the roses followed him.

The path forked at a corner of the house, and Chris took the one that led into an archway of trees. The path beneath his feet changed. Some of the paving stones held large cracks where tiny white daisies grew among dark moss. Chris bent and picked one—so small, yet so perfect. He put it into the buttonhole on his collar. The tree branches met at their canopy and only a few slanting rays of sun penetrated. Some scented climbing flowers wove through the trees, twining around their trunks. Chris smiled, enjoying the fragrant enclosure. Peace dropped over him as he walked.

At the end of the path, he turned at a fork that led toward the house again. Chris considered striking out across the lawn for a look at what appeared to be a small round pond, but the evening sun had disappeared behind a bank of clouds. He glanced upward at the sky. A few large orbs of rain splattered on his face. Funny, only minutes ago it didn’t look like rain at all.

He walked more rapidly in the direction of the house as the sky became overcast. On this side of the building, he could see a long line of windows, two of which from that angle, seemed to be French doors, and they were flung open. As Chris neared them, strains of music floated in the descending twilight. Fairy lights glittered, strung across the tops of the doors, and as the rain fell, the drops reflected their silvery twinkle.

By the time Chris reached the entrance, dark stars of raindrops patterned his dove-gray suit jacket and dampened his face. Chris dashed into the room accessible from the large glass doors and froze. He’d expected this to be another way into the living room he’d left earlier, especially with the lure of music guiding him, but a totally different and smaller room lay before him, and in the middle of the parquet, a man danced a kind of waltz, alone, clutching a rectangular cushion to his chest.

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Dirty Brilliance by Lea Bronsen (@leabronsen) #Billionaire #Manlove #Gay #MM #Romance

Dirty BrillianceEverything can be bought. Except love.

Kace Karrington is a wealthy, self-made investor with no qualms about steamrolling others to achieve his goals. He’s attracted to men, but picks up beautiful women, giving the cold, unfeeling world of Finance the appearance he’s successful…powerful. That is until he meets a smoking hot street punk eager to show him there’s more to life than making money.

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*****

Excerpt

And then happens what happens to me once in a long while: he catches my attention. I mean really makes me stop and stare. I’m attracted to men, after all, and some can be surprisingly handsome. This specimen is a lot more so than one would imagine of a drug addict. Strong, symmetrical features and tanned skin make quite the tableau with full lips, an aquiline nose, and dark green, gold-flecked irises framed by thick eyelashes. Even unkempt blond hair and a three-day stubble look sexy on him.

This is the guy who calls himself my sister’s friend? He’s so easy on the eyes, he has to be more than a friend.

He scowls. “Do you always do that?”

“Do what?” I take in the rest of him. He’s my height, but much skinnier. Probably can’t afford to go to a gym and do weights three times a week like I do.

“Refuse to shake someone’s hand,” he replies, tone offended. His voice sounds light but mature. Warm, comfortable to the ear. “While your sister’s in there…fighting for her life.” Tears form in his eyes. So, their redness was due to him crying.

“Sorry, it’s the nerves.” I give him my hand.

“Yeah.” He accepts to shake it, but his wet glare tells me he’s not convinced.

Me? I’m so taken aback by his good looks and intense presence, I almost forget why I came out of the room.

Oh yeah. Coffee.

*****

Lea BronsenAbout the author

Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Naughty Christmas Present (Naughty Xmas 2) by Jennifer Denys

Naughty Christmas PresentBlurb:

This is a tale of unrequited love . . . but will it be requited by the end? Of course, it will — this is a Christmas story after all!

The question is, how will Gren, a troll and bartender at Pogue’s Bar, prove to the beautiful blonde Siren, Ligia, that he is the man for her? When unexpected circumstances bring them together, he jumps at the chance to give her a special Christmas present and show her that he is everything she needs. Will his present — a session in his personal S&M playroom – be enough? Or could her Siren song cause his death in the process?

Buy links:

Amazon.com – https://www.amazon.com/Naughty-Christmas-Present-Xmas-Book-ebook/dp/B081MYD6GC/

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Naughty-Christmas-Present-Xmas-Book-ebook/dp/B081MYD6GC/

Bookstrand – https://www.bookstrand.com/book/naughty-christmas-present-mf-mfm

Luminosity Publishing – https://luminositypublishing.com/book/naughty-christmas-present/

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/naughty-christmas-present-jennifer-denys/1134981443?ean=2940163392643

*****

Excerpt:

The Siren turned her body to lounge back on her elbows, spreading her knees wide in invitation, grinning at him. She lifted one foot to rub it over his stomach, pushing her breasts forward invitingly, while running her tongue over her lips, trying all her seductive tricks.

Little minx.

He swatted her leg way. Gren was sorely tempted but the gleam in her eye gave him pause. He knew she was trying to get him to ejaculate but he wasn’t going to give in to her that easily. Surging forward he dropped the flogger to the floor and with one thick forearm, he pressed both of her legs against her stomach pushing her back on the bench with a thud and delivered several swift hard smacks to her bottom with his other hand.

“Ouch! Gren!” She punched ineffectually against his arm.

“Serves you right.” He stared her down as she struggled to get up. “Stay still. I haven’t finished.”

The Siren subsided. Her expression going from hurt to bemused. She stroked his arm, running her fingers over his bulging biceps. “Okay, lover. What are you going to do next?” Her voice was silky smooth.

He smiled inwardly at her attempt to charm him into doing things her way.

Not a chance, sweetheart.

The troll followed up his spanking by rubbing her hot butt, soothing her while he contemplated his next move. “This is a very tempting position. There are several things I could do while you are on your back like this.”

She guffawed. “I know what I’d do.” She then reached down with her right hand feeling her way until she encircled his cock.

Gren gave her a mock frown. “I could spank you some more. Would you like that?”

Her huff made him smile but the dilation of her eyes told him something different. She let go of him, although her hand caressed his butt instead. “So, tell me what you had in mind.”

“I could get the flogger to finish what I started earlier if you don’t put your hands on the bars.”

The rise of her eyebrow was a challenge and he couldn’t resist chuckling. But at least she did as he commanded.

“Or I could do this.” Ligia’s eyes opened wide as his thumb strayed up to her slit, pressing into her labia. He hadn’t intended doing that, wanting to keep the play to some fun BDSM but the smell of her arousal was so powerful he just had to touch her.

Immediately his cock shot up, his seed threatening to spill and he clenched his jaw, holding himself rigid. Meanwhile, the woman beneath him squealed, lifting her butt up off the bench. She was pressed back down by Gren’s strong arm as her fingers clasped over his bulging muscles, nails digging in.

She shuddered. “Holy Ghost. Don’t stop.”

Gren grinned. He had no intention of ceasing, not yet. This was a heaven-sent opportunity to touch her as he’d always dreamt and he moved his thumb upward to rub her engorged clit.

New Release! Babes in Bondage (Vegas Babes #5) by Lisabet Sarai (@lisabetsarai) #kink #bdsm #bondage

Babes In BondageBlurb

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue.  With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick… If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

Buy Links

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/4255-babes-in-bondage-vegas-babes-book-5/

Amazon US –  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZNSS576

Amazon UK –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZNSS576

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/988144

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/babes-in-bondage-lisabet-sarai/1134430382?ean=2940163375479

Kobo –  https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/babes-in-bondage-vegas-babes-book-5

Add on Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48643050-babes-in-bondage

*****

X-rated Excerpt – Barely Kinky

“Oof!” Intent on his mobile, he’d run straight into a woman hurrying in the other direction. “Oh! I’m sorry!” he stammered, looking up at the tall figure in front of him. “I should have been watching—Rosa!”

The elegant creature blocking his way gave him a warm smile. “Hello, hombre! I am surprised to see you here.” She gestured at the outrageous costumes and toy booths with a graceful hand. “This doesn’t seem like your sort of scene.” In a black latex mini-skirt and red satin bustier, Rosa herself looked perfectly at home among the Fair’s attendees. Her tightly-laced top emphasized the deep valley between her breasts. The scarlet fabric gleamed against her dusky skin, barely concealing her nipples. Her shapely legs looked a yard long.

Ted’s cock thickened inside his work trousers. Rosa never failed to have that effect on him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his attraction to the gorgeous she-male.

“Um—I’m meeting Annie,” he began, well-aware that Rosa had noted the bulge growing in his crotch. “Ah—what about you?”

Rosa gave a throaty laugh. “I’m working,” she said. “Peaches suggested I might find some new ideas for our dancers—costumes, props, that sort of thing.” She ran her hands over her own curves in a deliberately lascivious way.

Ted stifled a groan as his swollen dick strained against his zipper. He wondered if he could slip away to the men’s for a quick wank.

“I’m having a lot fun, though,” the stripper continued. “I like a good spanking as much as the next girl. Speaking of which, they’re just starting a new demo. Come on!”

Without waiting for Ted’s reply, Rosa grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stage. Since that had been his destination anyway, he didn’t resist.

He smashed into her well-padded body again when she stopped short and pointed to the figure on the platform. “Madre de Dios! That’s Ms. Giulia!”

Sure enough, Ted recognized the middle-aged woman on stage as the manager of The Fox’s Den. Based on her interactions with the staff she supervised, Ted had concluded she was rather strict and bossy. Now, however, she was clearly in submissive mode, a dreamy expression on her strong Italian features as the dominant wrapped her in artistic layers of rope. Though her fleshy thighs and muscular calves were concealed by her fitted pants, on top she wore only a black bra. Even from a distance, Ted couldn’t help noticing the rigid points of her nipples distorting that thin garment.

His cock was like granite. He didn’t think he could get any harder. Another minute and he’d explode in his pants.

Then he gasped, as Rosa dragged her fingertips along the line of his fly. “She is quite sexy, no? Especially for a woman her age.”

“Rosa, don’t!” He tried without success to bat her hand away.

“She makes you hot, hombre. Hot and hard.” To his horror, the lithe dancer sank into a crouch and tugged at his zipper.

“No! Stop!” he hissed. He whipped his head around, frantically seeking a glimpse of his wife’s ginger curls, as if Annie could save him from this predatory beauty.

“Or is it me?” Rosa teased, managing to free his engorged dick. Her tongue flicked out, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “Am I the reason you’re so excited?”

“Please, don’t…oooh!”  Ted’s protests faded as Rosa’s warm mouth engulfed his rigid penis. She slithered her tongue along his shaft, making him squirm, then turned on the suction and pulled him deeper.

God, that felt — hell, he didn’t have the words to describe it. Any thought of resistance vanished. He jerked his hips, driving his rod down her throat. Unfazed, Rosa swallowed and sucked harder. The sensation of her muscles working around his cockhead nearly pushed him over the edge. Before he could explode, though, she backed off, making a tight ring of her lips and sliding them over his taut flesh. She planted a kiss on the drooling tip.  Then she plunged down once more, taking him to the very root.

Ted’s balls tightened inside his briefs. He was a hair’s breadth away from shooting his wad. He wove his fingers into Rosa’s curly black hair. Taking control of the action, he fucked her eager mouth, each stroke dragging him closer to the point of no return. The Latin tart egged him on, with wicked little licks and nips.

In, out, in, out — his aching cock, bathed in her heat and wetness, was his only reality. He had a dim awareness of applause, which reminded him, briefly, that this blow job was essentially public. Rosa grazed his shaft with her teeth and he immediately forgot.

*****

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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Flog Me, Sir (Bonds of Worship #2) by Lynn Burke (@authorlynnburke) #BDSM #Erotic #Romance #Billionaire #Series #HEA

Flog Me, SirBlurb:

He offers freedom.

She fears addiction.

Can Garret coax Lissa to submit to his desire to pleasure her through pain, or will it be her needs that bring him to his knees?

​PURCHASE LINKS:

Amazon Universal: http://mybook.to/FLOGMESIR

B&N: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/flog-me-sir-lynn-burke/1133815394

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/flog-me-sir

iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/flog-me-sir/id1481471819

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/959585

*****

EXCERPT:

My guest room door clicked open before I could move, and I snapped my mouth shut from asking what the hell, when Lissa came in, a bucket of cleaning supplies in hand. Similar black and white clothing like the evening before covered her from neck to ugly black shoes.

She kept her head down, dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her face free of makeup.

I tracked her as she moved toward the bathroom, unaware I still lay in bed.

Mrs. Hummel ruled the Laurent estate, ruled the live-in staff who kept the mansion running like a spotless timepiece—which also never missed a beat. She knew I hadn’t yet been downstairs. She also knew my lazy ass liked to linger in bed long after everyone else sat for breakfast.

A corner of my lip curled as I realized what Tillie girl was playing at. I eased back against the headboard and grinned.

“Good morning.”

Lissa shrieked and spun, her gaze landing on my barely sheet-covered, sprawled body. “Oh! Oh, God…I’m so sorry!” She scrambled toward the door.

“No, it’s alright. You don’t have to run off,” I shot out with a chuckle, not ready to let her escape.

Lissa paused, grasping the door handle, her gaze averted. “I didn’t know you were here,” she said in a rush. “Mrs. Hummel had said to get started on your room. I’d assumed she’d seen you, and—”

“It’s alright,” I repeated, cutting her off.

She glanced over at me again, her face red, but she jerked her focus away just as fast.

The sheet covered one of my legs, my groin, and lower abs, but nothing else.

“I’m afraid that Mrs. Hummel made a mistake,” she said, still clutching the door handle.

“Tillie girl doesn’t make mistakes.” As I stated the truth, I zoned in on Lissa’s stance—slightly stooped shoulders, bowed head, and lowered gaze.

“Lissa.”

She turned her widened hazel eyes on my face as though understanding my command to look at me by simply stating her name. I studied her until she shifted, and I loved that she didn’t look away. Her pulse jumped in her neck, her lips slightly parted as though trying to control her breathing.

“Do you wash the bathroom floors on your hands and knees?” I finally asked.

Her brow furrowed. “That’s the only way to properly clean a floor.”

I grinned and nestled into the bed as though getting comfortable and ready to enjoy the show. “Then by all means,” I said, motioning toward the bathroom, “continue.”

She glanced toward the open door and back to me. “You want to watch—” Her mouth snapped shut, her face burning a sudden luscious shade of red that spread down her neck beneath the starched, white button-down hiding her small breasts.

“Cat got your tongue?” I couldn’t help but tease as she stared at me as though trying to figure me out.

“You’re joking with me,” she finally said, her brow furrowing deeper.

I took my time raking my gaze down over her straightened form, enjoying the hell out of her display of spunk. I wanted to see more of it—and I wanted to mark her pale skin until she melted beneath my hands and begged to follow me around like a needy little pussy cat.

My dick wanted the same thing.

“I’m not,” I murmured, my smile gone, my focus returning to her face.

Her breath caught as her attention dropped to the sheet tenting over my groin. She yanked open my guest room door, disappearing in a clatter of cleaning supplies jostling in the bucket she clutched.

I chuckled and palmed my dick again, deciding to make a mess on the sheets she would be back to strip off the bed later.

© Lynn Burke 2018

*****

ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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