Sunday, 24 July 2016

SUNDAY SNOG


Welcome to Sunday Snog - here's a seriously hot excerpt from my new novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. Much to Ashley's delight, Shane is up for acting out one of the sex scenes in her favourite novel, and he's not missing out any detail, no matter how frustrating it is for her!





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All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. 

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up. 

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible. 

**Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.** 



Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire’s Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn’t read that one, he’d read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy. 
Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of. 
I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. 
Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy. 
When will he grab me? 
Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest? 
Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness. 
Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder. 
I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled. 
“Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!” 
Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation. 
My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn’t use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but… 
He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The “weapon” was a ball-point pen. 
Phew! 
The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight. 
“You’ve teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?” 
He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. “Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat. 
“Oh, no, you don’t, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever.” 
My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something? 
“You can’t do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us.” 
He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. “No one will find you, Eliza, I’ve made sure we won’t be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?” 
I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming. 
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn’t get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away. 
“Oh, no, you don’t.” His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. “You can’t escape, and soon you won’t want to. Soon you’ll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you’ll admit it’s me that you love, only me, for all of time.” 
Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity? 
I didn’t dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down. 
There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor. 
As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza’s thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own. 
In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut. 
“Hest,” I called, yanking at my shoulders. “What the—” 
He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses. 
I loved it. 
“Keep quiet,” he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. “Keep quiet or I’ll gag you.” 
I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still. 
“You know what I am going to do, don’t you, Eliza?” 
“Please, no, let me go.” 
He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. “Oh, but you don’t really mean that, do you?” 
“Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home.” 
He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, “Do you need to say any words, honey?” 
What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear. 
“No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell my father about this. I promise.” 
His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. “Hah, I’m not scared of your father, and I’m not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away.” 
He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier. 
But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza’s had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind’s eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath. 
Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight. Shane’s weight left the bed.
Brightness flooded the room. 
Blinking rapidly, I gasped. There was no hiding now. 
I looked down and spotted my stockings holding my ankles firm. Glancing up, I saw my new scarf wrapped tight around my wrists. 
Shane stood at my side, half silhouetted by the light of the bedside lamp. He was still fully dressed. His hair was mussed and his chest rose quickly as he caught his breath. His gaze roamed my bound, exposed body as if he were a starving man looking at his favorite dinner. 
If I could have moved I would have squirmed. 
“Ah, my lovely Eliza, now you can have nothing unless I want you to have it.” He dragged his sweater over his head in a quick, smooth movement. “You’re mine to do with as I wish, and, sweetheart, I have lots I want to do with you.” 
He bent and latched his hot mouth over my right nipple. I pulled at my restraints as he nibbled gently and swirled his tongue deliciously. This was exactly what it must have been like for Eliza, there was no control. Hest decided the next thing to do to her. The helplessness, the vulnerability, it was so huge, so trusting—but because I did trust Shane it was also laced with a wonderful sweet security. He’d only made me feel good and I trusted him to continue making me feel that way. 
“Please no,” I murmured. “Hest, don’t do this to me, to us. It’s futile.” 
He ignored me as he explored my body with his fingertips, feeling right up to my poor trapped wrists, down the inside of my arms, my underarm and to the outer edge of my breasts. It tickled and I shivered at the light caress. Then he touched both my nipples. Tugged, pinched, rolled and tweaked until I writhed with pleasure and gasped for more. 
He kissed lower, leaving my breasts wet and cooling and my nipples sharp points of bliss. When I realized what treat was coming my spine bowed like a lusty feline. But of course I wasn’t coming. Hest hadn’t let Eliza climax, even though she’d cried out in desperation. Begged in all manner of ways. That was what was really waiting for me. A ride almost to heaven. 
Shane didn’t need to spread my legs, they were already wide open. He swiftly settled between my thighs, parted my labia with his tongue and began to devour me as though my drenched pussy was the elixir of life itself. 
“Eliza, you’re so damn ready for me,” he grunted, snuffling in deeper. 
I bucked toward his face and cried out as he sucked my clit. Wet lapping sounds filled the room along with his groans of approval and my gasps of delight. He added his fingers to his tongue’s ministrations and entered me high and fast. 
“Oh god, Hest, please,” I groaned, thrashing my head on the pillow and clamping my pussy around him. Nothing existed except the pleasure of being eaten out, worshipped, catapulted toward an almighty orgasm. I was almost there. My climax was a spring wound as tight as it could go. I was about to find my release—spectacularly. 
Tearing open my eyes, I looked at his dark curls bobbing over my pussy and the tip of his nose buried in my pubic hair. 
“Don’t, don’t stop.”
He lifted his head.
Instantly, I realized my mistake and groaned in desperate disappointment. He wiped his forearm over his shiny mouth and glared down at me.
“You gonna admit you love me?” he growled.
“No, no, I can’t because it’s not true, but oh, please, let me, let me come.” 
“Tell me you love me.” He pitched forward and dropped his elbows on either side of my head. His breath smelled of my pussy. “Say you love me, Eliza, and I will make you the happiest, most satisfied woman in the entire world. Say you’ll be mine for all of time.” 
Twisting away, I whimpered in frustration. I’d been so near to orgasm. How could he? Okay, we were playing a game, but seriously? 








Saturday, 23 July 2016

My Sexy Saturday


Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week a snippet from Cold Nights, Hot Bodies which has just hit the shelves at Amazon! (Read for free on Kindle Unlimited!)




OUT NOW!

Back Cover Information

All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. 

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up. 

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible. 

**Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.** 



Reaching down, I grasped his shaft. He hissed in a breath. “Easy with that, honey, I told you, it’s primed to go off.” 
“Sorry.” I loosened my grip.
“Nothing to be sorry about, you’re just too sexy for your own good.”
I glanced up at his face. A line of concentration had etched between his brows.
“Take me in,” he murmured. “Take me into your sweet little body.” 
I shifted my hips as he lowered his pelvis toward me. The tip of his cock was so wide and big as I pressed it to my entrance. It didn’t feel as if it would go in at all. It was like having the wrong key for a lock. 
“Relax,” he soothed. “Relax, Ashley, you know this can work.” 
“Yes,” I said on a hot, panting breath as I forced my pelvic muscles to ease. “I know.” I released his cock and held on to his bulging biceps. 
He pushed forward, just an inch, sliding into my already wet channel. I gasped at the stretching and filling sensation he created in that first section of pussy. My nerves caught fire with excitement and anticipation. I was actually watching the moment of penetration. The very second I was about to say goodbye to my virginity. I couldn’t speak. I could hardly breathe. 








Friday, 22 July 2016

Cold Nights, Hot Bodies OUT NOW!



OUT TODAY Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, a steamy first-time erotic romance set in beautiful Cotswolds and a must for anyone who loves their fictional heroes.

Back Cover Information.

All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night. 

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up. 

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible. 

**Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.** 



Excerpt

I stood, arms hanging at my sides, knees buckled, as he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to mine.
It was a gentle kiss, not wet and not dry, the perfect combination of smoothness and maleness. I parted my mouth and held my breath as he delicately traced my bottom lip with his tongue, then I captured his taste—wine and water, man and musk. Pulling in air, I was treated to his gorgeous light scent again.
“You’re so sweet,” he murmured, pulling back a fraction. “Like a little sugary doll.”
Pushing to my toes, I pressed my lips to his, wanting more of his taste and his desire.
This time the kiss quickly turned hotter and harder. Still he kept my face cradled in his hands, holding me just where he wanted me as he probed his tongue deeper, searching for mine with the hot, insistent tip.
I lifted my tongue from the base of my mouth and tentatively touched it to his. He gave a small groan and slanted his head. Our tongues tangled and I reached up and curled my hands into the material of his shirt. Hung on as our breaths quickened and our mouths fed off each other. I became lost in his kiss, he was all I could think of. His taste, his smell, the way he was holding me was my entire universe. Bubbles of pleasure erupted deep within me. A crazy new need flowed like lava through my veins, settled in my breasts, seeped between my legs and spread over my skin.
He pulled back and dropped his hands from my face.
I opened my eyes.
His mouth was shiny from our kiss and his eyelids heavy. “Lose this,” he whispered, sliding his fingers beneath the thin shoulder straps of my dress.
I prayed my heart wouldn’t give out, it was beating so hard and fast. He wanted me to take off my dress. Of course he wanted me to take off my dress. We were going to have sex for heaven’s sake. The dress had to come off.
I slid down the zip and the material loosened around my ribs. He stooped, gripped the hem and began to lift. It smoothed up over my thighs and waist and air breezed over my buttocks, which were exposed by my thong.
He straightened, his expression heavy with concentration as he carried on peeling the dress upward. I stretched my arms above my head and was blinded momentarily as the dress brushed over my face.
Shane didn’t drop the dress on the floor. Instead he shook it straight and laid it on the back of the sofa. Instinct made me want to cross my arms over my breasts, flatten a palm over the shockingly tiny piece of lace that made up the front of the thong Dawn had provided. But I forced my arms to remain still, hanging at my sides as he turned to me.
“Phew,” he said, blowing out a breath and scanning my legs. “I must have been a really good boy this year to get stockings filled so sweetly.”
I couldn’t help but notice there was a long, hard bulge straining against his fly. My stomach flipped and I quickly averted my eyes and glanced down at my legs, which were encased in black fishnet. The scalloped tops looked fine and dainty against my pale thighs. The flickering shadows from the fire caressed their outline and even I had to admit, they looked damn good.
“You think so?” I asked nervously, trying not to dwell on the size of the bulge I’d just seen.
“Hell, yeah.” He stepped back over. “I must have accidently found a cure for cancer or secured world peace to get such a great present.”
A small, apprehensive giggle escaped my lips. “You like the stockings then?”
“I’ve never liked stockings more than at this moment in time,” he whispered onto my mouth. “Promise me you’ll keep them on, even when you take everything else off. I want to feel them rubbing against my skin when you’re wrapped around me.”
I shivered in a breath at the wonderfully erotic image he’d just created. “I promise.”
He glanced down at my jutting breasts. “You’re beautiful, you know that.” He traced his finger over the soft curve at the top of my right breast and into my newly deepened cleavage.
A dart of pleasure shot to my nipples, as though the weight of my breasts had doubled under his touch. They were suddenly tingly and tight.
“You do know that, don’t you?” he said again as he traced over my left breast. “Of course you do, I’m sure you’ve been told by plenty of guys.”
“Er, no,” I said, pressing my palm over his shirt and feeling his hard pectoral muscle shifting slightly beneath.
“No, you don’t know it or no, you haven’t been told?”
“I…well…I…”
His gaze captured mine and he tipped his head to the side. “Are you okay?” He stilled his finger.
“Yes, it’s just…” I slid my hand up to his shoulder and held on for support. I had to tell him. I didn’t think I could go through with “wrapping myself around him” if he thought I was experienced and confident. I’d be sure to disappoint or let him down somehow. He deserved to know. Besides, Saffron had told Tobias, so had Felicity in Lord Morton’s Maid and Skye had left a note for Ralph in Optimum Pleasure. All my heroines told their men it was their first time. It was the right thing to do.
“What is it?” Shane asked again, his eyes searching mine.
“I-I haven’t, you know, done it before.”
“Done what?” He creased his forehead into a frown.
“You know, it, had sex.” I stared down at my dark, stockinged feet. They contrasted sharply with the golden carpet. “I’m a virgin.”
His whole body snapped backward. It was as if he’d been electrocuted. “Jesus,” he said, shoving his fingers through the hair on the crown of his head and stretching his elbows out to the side. “What the hell?” He stared at me with wide eyes.
I crossed my hands over my chest. “I’m sorry.” A shard of fear sliced into my heart. He didn’t want me anymore. Now he knew I was a virgin he no longer desired me. He’d wanted an experienced lover for the night, not some naïve little girl.
“And you let it get this far before you told me?”
“What do you mean? We haven’t done anything other than kiss.”
He huffed. “Yeah, one hot kiss with you looking like the best damn Christmas present of my life.” He shoved his hands down his waistband and appeared to re- arrange the bulge behind his fly.
“I’m sorry. Partly for letting it get so far and…” I paused. “And partly because you appear to be in physical discomfort.”
“There’s no need to be sorry,” he said, glancing at the door and pulling his hand from his pants.
“Well, clearly there is.” I was getting frustrated now. “If I wasn’t a virgin we’d be heading into the bedroom by now. Clearly my inexperience has put you off.”
“I had that in mind actually,” he said, pointing at the deeply cushioned sofa next to us. “It’s wide and soft and by the fire. It would have done just fine.”
I tightened my arms around myself. He’d wanted to make love to me on the sofa. Just the thought of it sent a tremble up my spine. It would have been so perfect. So sensual and sweet.
He rubbed his hand around the nape of his neck. His dark, tousled hair fell over his ears and he cast his eyes downward.
“I had to tell you,” I whispered, shivering despite the blasting heat of the fire.
“Thank goodness you did. Imagine if I’d just gone for it, not knowing. It would have been catastrophic.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t been with a woman for a while,” he said, frowning. “And you in those damn stockings and with your sexy little body.” He pulled in a deep breath. “I was just about to lose control. It wouldn’t have been the gentle initiation to sex that you deserve, Ashley, it would have left you dazed and confused and wondering what kind of beast you’d invited to your room.”
He didn’t look like a beast, and he certainly hadn’t touched me like one. His fingertip on my flesh had been gentle and reverent. Although now he mentioned it, when he’d looked at my stockings there’d been a glint in his eye that had made me wonder how much control he had.
“Does it change things between us so much?” I asked quietly.
He sighed. “Of course it does.”
“But why?”
“Because your first time should be special, with someone you care deeply about…love.”
“I care about you.”
“But we’ve only just met.”
“But I still care about you more than any other guy I’ve ever met.” I swept my hands down the exposed skin on my body. “No one else has seen me like this before.”
His eyebrows twitched as his gaze roamed my underwear. “Lucky me.”
I frowned. “Shane, I want to do this, with you. Tonight.”
“But surely you want more than…” He shrugged and clamped his lips into a tight line.
“Than what? Go on, say it. We’re both adults. We both know what we’re doing.”
“Okay, surely you want more than a one-night stand to give away your virginity to?”
My jaw clenched. Of course I knew that’s what this was. But having it said aloud hurt. Quickly I shoved that stupid bit of hurt way down deep. I had a more pressing matter to concentrate on and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. “I’m twenty-three, Shane, I’m still a virgin and I don’t want to be.” I pulled in a deep, determined breath. “I’ve chosen you over a bunch of losers who’ve chatted me up and asked me out over the years. It’s taken me a long time to find someone I want to have sex with. One-night stand or not, I want you to make sure I’m not a virgin when I wake up in the morning.” I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes. “Do you think you’re man enough to do that?”
“Oh, I’m man enough all right. I’m also man enough to walk away and stop you making a mistake you’ll never be able to undo.”
“But how can it be a mistake if it’s what I want?”
“Because you don’t know what you want. Why can’t you see that?”
“How dare you.” I stepped up to him, poked out my index finger and pressed it against his chest. “You have no idea what I want or need.”
He looked surprised by my sudden rise in voice and stern tone.
“I’m a virgin not an idiot. I know about love and lust and I know there’s a difference. I also know I want to be initiated into the world of sex by someone handsome, intelligent, experienced and…and…”
“Expert?” He raised his eyebrows.
I tutted and lowered my finger. “Yes, that will do quite nicely, expert. I want someone who isn’t going to fumble and falter. I want someone who knows which buttons to press.”
“Buttons?” He gave a hesitant smile and a lock of hair fell over his right eye.
“This is not funny, you know.”
“Oh, believe me, there’s nothing funny about the ache in my pants I can’t do anything about.” He pushed his hair from his face.
“Of course you can.” I lowered my voice, gentled my tone. “I’ve been reading up and I know what you need too, I know what you’d like, Shane. It doesn’t have to be boring because it’s my first time.”
“What have you been reading?”
I shrugged. “Stuff.”
“Elaborate.”
“Stories about sex, men and women, things they do other than just the missionary position.”
A flicker of interest crossed his face. “Like what?”
“Things like oral sex,” I said quietly. “A woman taking a man into her mouth, sucking and licking until he comes down her throat.” I paused, sensing his heightened attention at my words. “I want to try that.”
“Anything else you been reading about?” he asked, shifting from one foot to the other.
“Yes, tying up a lover and doing whatever you want to their bodies, making them squirm with pleasure and cry out for more.” I could hardly believe I was saying all this stuff.
“You want me to tie you up?” His eyes widened.
“Not my first time.” I silently congratulated myself on not blushing.
“Your second?”
“Maybe, perhaps I’ll wait ’til third though.” I reached for the first, fastened white button on his shirt.
Opportunity. Grab it like a terrier.
“There’s something else I want to try before that,” I whispered.
“And what’s that?” he asked, watching me undo the button. His voice had calmed, his body was still. He was no longer stealing glances at the door.
“I want to try it from behind.”
“What, in your—?” His eyes snapped up to mine.
“No, no, just from behind so I can find my G-spot.”
“Jesus, you have been reading up.”
I undid the next button and the next and reached for the cuffs. “Yes, I like to do my research.” I tugged his now-undone shirt from the waistband of his smart black pants. “If I’m going to do something, I like to do it properly.”
“Me too,” he said in a quiet, calm voice.
Shoving the shirt over his shoulders, I stepped in real close and let my breasts press into the tightly coiled hair sprinkled over his chest. “Which is what makes you so perfect for my needs,” I said, sliding the shirt down his arms and letting it fall on the floor.
“Damn, you’ve nearly got me persuaded,” he said, lowering his head. His lips rested against my temple and I heard him swallow tightly.
I pulled back and looked up at his dark eyes, they were thick and velvety. I parted my lips and held them a whisper from his. “Will this persuade you?” I cupped my palm against the taut material of his pants and gave his cock a firm, confident squeeze.





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