Authors: Kate St. James
Getting up, he stepped to the end of the couch and lowered himself face-down between her thighs. Holding her rear, he pressed his mouth to her opening and sucked out two cherries.
She wriggled. “Zach, that turns me on so much.”
Primo.
As her fingers caressed his scalp and face, he slurped out two more cherries. Leaving the last one inside her, he kissed his way up and nibbled her swollen clit.
Her hips moved in his hands. “Yes, yes.”
He slid a finger inside her and tugged out the last cherry. He moved his lips off her clit long enough to pop the musky-flavored tidbit into his mouth. Balancing the cherry on his tongue, he nibbled her clit again. He rolled the cherry around the sensitive nub then sucked both clit and cherry deep into his mouth.
“Zach!” Her hips rocked.
Still sucking, he shoved three fingers into her and stroked high inside. The wider and deeper he stretched his fingers, the more she cried out.
Her noises escalated into a passionate scream. Her juices slickened his fingers as she came.
Once her spasms settled, he eased up the couch and slid his cock inside her.
“There are no more cherries?” she asked. “I don’t want one getting stuck.”
“I counted when I put them in. The same number came out.” He kissed her, sharing the cherry-tinged flavor of her essence mixed with the remnants of ice cream and chocolate coating his tongue.
Sweeping his arms beneath her back and hugging her close, he pumped. He nestled his head in the crook of her shoulder and hung on. Their bodies moved in a rhythm that felt more right and real and incredibly amazing than anything he’d experienced in his life. Tess, his woman. Soon to be his wife. The mother of his children. His lover until he died.
Without breaking their tempo, he kissed her again then cradled her face. Her eyes opened, her blue gaze stealing his heart.
Suddenly, he wanted to share their joy with everyone they knew. With anyone they met on the street. Total strangers.
“After cleaning up, let’s go to Stanley Park,” he said. “No more hiding indoors, babe. I want to show you off.”
“We’ll walk the trails,” she whispered. “See the totem poles. Maybe the aquarium.”
“We’ll do whatever you want. As long as we’re holding hands in public. Kissing, hugging, touching.”
“Outdoor sex! I’ve never tried it.”
Laughing, he thrust in and out. “You want to have sex in Stanley Park?”
“When we’re walking the trails. We’ll find a private spot, dash off, do it right there in the middle of the trees.” She giggled. “I want to.”
“Tess, you’ll never stop surprising me.”
She reached down and massaged his sac. “I hope not.”
Ahhh. “But in a popular place like Stanley Park?”
“You’re my fiancé now. When it comes to satisfying my inner nympho, you have to do what I want.”
“I think I’m going to like this inner nympho.” In the woods. His sexy wood nymph.
“Good, because she loves you.”
His heart swelled as his orgasm gathered steam. Her rapid breathing and movements alerted him that she quickly approached her second climax.
“Public sex.” Slipping a hand between their bodies, he stroked her. “I’ll believe it when I’m inside you, babe. In the park.”
“Think I won’t do it?” She sighed. “Zach, yes. Right there.”
Pumping harder, he kissed her. “Babe, I believe you. In fact, I dare you.
About the Author
Kate St. James lives in Canada with her adoring family. She keeps trying to kick them out, but they’re sticking like glue…for reasons she can’t figure. It’s not like she’s a model wife and mother. Or is she? Therein lies one of the great mysteries of Kate’s generation.
An avid reader since childhood, Kate loves spending her days writing about the hot men and adventurous women populating her head. When she’s not engrossed in her fictional worlds, you can find her chasing her hound in the hills above an azure lake, ignoring the smoke alarms blaring from the kitchen, or endlessly renovating her house.
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It takes two to toy with love.
SoloPlay
© 2011 Miranda Baker
Come Again, Book 2
When librarian Alisa Mane’s boyfriend accuses her of being frigid, she sets out to prove him wrong the only way she knows how—with research.
A visit to the local sex shop uncovers the sizzling sensuality locked beneath her cool façade, and she eagerly accepts the opportunity to test sex toys for SoloPlay Enterprises. Under the code name “Sologirl”, she begins exploring her body on her own terms. After all, no one was ever rejected by a vibrator.
Mark Winters needs his new DoublePlay line of toys to hit big, and there’s only one tester for the job—Sologirl. She fires his imagination with playfully erotic reviews and never fails to pick a winner. There’s only one problem—Sologirl refuses to test the DoublePlay toys for couples. With his company’s success on the line, he decides to make his offer again, up close and in person.
One look at the icy hot Mark and Alisa realizes he’s her best chance to discover if any man can satisfy her. A red-hot month of experimentation more than answers that question, but now Alisa has another problem—DoublePlay is almost ready for production and her feelings for Mark have nothing to do with business. Is she brave enough to continue playing…with her heart?
Warning: This book contains a sexy librarian, an icy hot businessman, scandalous emails, scorching male/female and female/female play time, and vibrating, well…everything.
Enjoy the following excerpt for
SoloPlay:
Alisa toyed with her mouse, watching the cursor dart across her screen, unable to concentrate on the actual data. Ever since Mark Winters’ DoublePlay e-mail had arrived, she couldn’t stop thinking about sex with a partner. But which kind? On the one hand, her fantasies were always about men. On the other hand, no man had ever managed to give her an orgasm, so maybe she should stick with women.
Crystal had been able to make her come. Of course, she was also psychic, totally tuned in to what Alisa was feeling at every moment. With her, she had never
had
to say a word. Crystal had insisted on drawing the words out of her, but there had been no real risk. That was really the crux of the problem, wasn’t it? Sex with a partner required communication, and Alisa didn’t like to volunteer information. Still, unless she wanted to spend the rest of her life communing with silicone, plastic, metal and rubber, she should probably try dating again. She giggled as the image of entertaining her visiting parents at a fancy restaurant while she held hands with a vibrating dildo popped into her head. She had been dodging her mother’s calls, but inevitably, they would have to set a date.
“Hey, Beth?” Alisa swiveled to face her desk mate’s chair. “Do you know any nice guys?”
Beth muttered something incomprehensible. She appeared to be on the search for an elusive title, and unless someone dropped a bomb on her keyboard, she wouldn’t give up the hunt any time soon.
Alisa kicked her chair. “I need a date.”
No response.
She sighed.
The first set of automatic doors swung open in the foyer and Alisa glanced up at the security gate to see who was coming in. Sunlight bounced off the second set of glass doors into her eyes, momentarily blinding her. When the spots cleared, she saw a man. And not one of the old guys who liked to read the free newspapers in the armchairs by the windows, either. This was a tall, blond iceberg of a man wearing a dark suit with a white shirt. His tie was pulled away from his neck, as if he had loosened the knot as soon as he’d pushed away from his desk. His hard features looked carved from cold stone. Alisa shuddered, her breath rushing out of her body.
His pale blue eyes zeroed in on the reference desk, and Beth finally glanced up from her screen. “Check him out,” she said under her breath. “Hot date, twelve o’clock.”
“I thought you weren’t paying attention,” Alisa accused.
“Well, I am now.”
Alisa felt frozen to her wooden chair as the man’s eyes dropped to her nameplate. He began to walk toward them with measured strides.
“May I help you?” Beth asked, flipping her shiny red hair over her shoulders and giving him a smile that showcased every one of her perfect, white teeth.
“I’m looking for Ms. Mane.” His slight smile barely thawed his features.
Alisa eyed him cautiously. “How can I help you?”
“I hope you can help me find Sologirl.”
Her eyes widened, then shot over to Beth.
“I’ve never heard of Sologirl,” Beth chirped. “Is it fiction or nonfiction?”
“I’ve got this one.” Alisa jumped up from her chair and raced around the desk, ignoring Beth’s surprised look. She took the stranger’s arm and pulled him firmly toward the stacks. “I think I’ve seen it in the graphic novels.”
When they reached the cover of the tall shelves, Alisa dropped his arm. “Who are you?”
“Mark Winters,” he said, holding out his hand. “SoloPlay Enterprises.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
His laugh was loud in the quiet room, but not as loud as her thudding heart.
Alisa shushed him. “Nobody knows about SoloPlay here, and I want to keep it that way.” Her whisper was sharp. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have said no,” he replied, taking her hand.
Mark watched the creep of red on her pale skin. His blood was rising in his veins too. Crystal’s cryptic comments and Sologirl’s sexy e-mails notwithstanding, he hadn’t expected Sologirl to be so hot. Alisa Mane looked like a delicate china doll, all pink and white and blue-eyed, her long, dark lashes blinking furiously against her rosy cheeks as she tugged her warm hand out of his grasp.
“Is it a question of money?” he asked.
“No! Don’t talk about that here! This is a library—” He watched her lips move as she searched for the right words and imagined them parted, showing even, white teeth as she pleasured herself with a SoloPlay toy.
“That’s such a stereotype.” Mark ignored her fierce glare. “I’ve definitely seen a few movies where the staid librarian whips off her glasses, takes down her hair—”
“Shut up!”
“What’s the matter, Sologirl, can’t take the heat?” he challenged.
Mark knew what kind of a woman was hiding out under the hands-off librarian outfit. The low heels, modest neckline and the skirt cut precisely at the knee did not fool him. Alisa whirled and beckoned him deeper into the stacks. As she turned, he saw a quick flash of bare flesh above her knee and maybe the hint of a garter. Nope, not perfectly prim and proper at all. He thought of the money he would have to shell out to multiple DoublePlay testers until his body finally cooperated and he could follow her without embarrassing himself.
When they reached the back wall of the library, Sologirl stopped and whirled to face him. “You aren’t supposed to know who I am! What about SoloPlay’s privacy policy? Identity protection? How dare you come here! If anyone overhears us—” she hissed.
“What are you afraid of?” he asked. “No one will guess what we’re talking about.”
“I’m afraid one of my very perceptive colleagues will figure it out! Librarians are information specialists, and the library world is not exactly a hotbed of liberal sexual politics, either. One keyword search on the Internet and I can kiss my job goodbye. If I hear you say the words,” she lowered her voice, “Sologirl or SoloPlay again, this conversation is over.”
“Fine. Can I say DoublePlay?”
“No.”
“That makes my pitch a little difficult.”
“You chose to come here, buddy.” She crossed her arms.
“It was the only address I had.”
Sologirl’s gaze pinned him to the stacks. “How did you get it?”
He hesitated. “Crystal said to tell you she sent me.”
He watched emotions play across her features. Shock. Then anger. The idea that if Crystal knew what sort of lube Sologirl preferred then they might have been lovers raced through his mind. Just as swiftly, he rejected it and repressed the stab of accompanying jealousy. Mark would stake his life, his health and the success of the DoublePlay line on the fact that Sologirl liked men.
“You liked BodyVibe,” he began.
Alisa’s blue eyes flashed, darkened. He continued before he could determine if her reaction was due to remembered pleasure or his temerity at bringing it up. He kept his voice just below a library whisper, not quite loud enough for her to easily hear. She edged closer, and he caught a whiff of flowery shampoo and the scent of sunshine and clean grass rising from her skin. He inhaled another deep breath of her sweet scent before he continued.
“I also know you tested it here, in the library. In fact, your report opened up a whole new approach to the marketing department. They think it belongs in the…new product line. Since you’re already comfortable with BodyVibe, why don’t you try it out over dinner with your partner? Give up the remote control, let someone else take charge this time.”
Sologirl’s eyebrows lifted. Her mouth opened the slightest bit and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her full, pink lips. Mark pressed his advantage. “Do you know how erotic it is to give someone else complete control over your pleasure?”
One spark could burn her world down.
Keeping Pace
© 2011 Dee Carney
Six years after her husband’s death, Regina Pace is still just going through the motions, her only pleasure a nightly glass (or three) of wine to dull the ache. Tonight is no exception—until a sensual outdoor encounter with her neighbor’s son, freshly home from college. He’s older, wiser, more devastatingly handsome than she remembered. He’s also fifteen years her junior.
Despite her misgivings, it isn’t long before her nightly ritual includes a long, deep drink of Josh Smith. Ogling leads to touching, then the sparks flare into an erotic encounter that feels wickedly right—and deliciously forbidden.