He worked his hand back and forth, his caress bold and demanding. Flynn was younger and probably stronger, but Jason outweighed him by twenty pounds. The look in her eyes, though panicked, held that smoky quality that Jason had seen before. She never planned on having an affair with both of them simultaneously, but these men are determined to help her rediscover her own passion. Note: This book contains forced seduction. Flynn stepped away from Maria.
With his mouth against hers, Jason swallowed her gasp of shock when he caressed her demandingly through her panties and panty hose. I want to look at you. There was Maria, her wrists tied with a strip of red silk that had been thrown over the closet door, which had then been closed to keep her trapped in place with her arms over her head. Because I should have done this long ago. The cups of her delicate white bra had been tugged beneath her bountiful breasts. His finger slipped smoothly between the passion-enflamed lips of her slit. He grabbed Maria by the shoulders and forcibly twisted her around then jerked her skirt up over her hips to expose the pale globes of her ass.
Feverish seconds passed as Jason kissed Maria, his right hand a blur of motion between her thighs as a single finger, made slick by her juices, pumped between the delicate, pink lips of her pussy. Twenty feet separated Jason from Maria. Maria cried out as the finger entered her. It was enough distance for him to have a complete and unobstructed view of her voluptuous curves. He tore open his slacks, and his erection, fully engorged and magnificently long and thick, sprang out from his loins, at last freed from its cruel confines. Maria may have said that their affair was over, and he had agreed to it—but he had no intentions of keeping his distance from her and every intention of changing her mind. Jason would not be thwarted.
Her novel, Cheyenne Desire, was given five stars and named Third Best All-Time Sexy Historical Romance by Amazon. His left hand moved upward to cup the back of her head while his right hand slipped downward over the luscious curve of her left breast. When he touched her, Jason felt the heat of her pussy, felt the lubrication of her desire. Maria stumbled backward and Jason followed her, continuing to hungrily kiss her as his fingers pressed deeper into the lush extravagance of her breasts. His cock was growing swiftly, causing a steadily increasing bulge in his slacks. Now, to see the young man fresh out of college tying her up and taking advantage of her was almost more than he could comprehend.
He grabbed her chin and forcibly turned her head so he could again kiss the full-lipped mouth that held the promise of absolute satisfaction. There was something intensely erotic about seeing her arms above her head, her wrists bound with what he now saw was a red necktie. I swear, if either of you resorts to violence, neither of you will ever touch me again. She wrenched her head to the side to end the kiss. Can Maria love two very different men at the same time? Around her left ankle was a pair of blue bikini panties.
It had been a scream of orgasmic release. Her head banged loudly against the window. He held her with one hand as he guided the crown of his cock to her pussy with the other. He wisely kept these thoughts unspoken. Jason bolted to his feet, knocking Maria backward against the window.
Can those men share the one woman they both love? Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded. It was the way her eyes appeared right after she had enjoyed a thoroughly enervating, satisfying orgasm. Can those men share the one woman they both love? The hold he had on his self-control was brittle, anger and raw lust doing fierce battle with his composure. She caught his wrist and tried to wrestle his hand from between her thighs. Maria shrieked as his fingertips curled inside the waistband of her panty hose and an instant later jerked them down to the middle of her thighs. Note: This book was previously published with another publisher and has been extensively revised and expanded. On the floor near her feet was her skirt.
Through her white silk blouse and Bali bra he pinched her nipples with enough pressure that desire mingled with discomfort. Her novel, Cheyenne Desire, was given five stars and named Third Best All-Time Sexy Historical Romance by Amazon. At least until we get some answers from her. She loves hearing from her readers, so please check out the questionnaire on her site! He released her head and put both hands over her breasts, pushing his palms firmly against the twin mounds. The body beneath the hand-tailored cotton shirt was lean and solid with muscle.
. The difference was one hell of a lot more than just semantics. As she gasped at his boldness, he slanted his mouth down over hers, silencing any protest she might have put forward. Again she let out a startled squeal of protest. She shivered as he kissed her. When Jason finally leaned away from Maria, her legs were so weak she nearly dropped to the thickly carpeted floor. He had heard it many times in Italy.