Books, Photos & a little bit of everything else: Sept. 25

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  • Total Abandon by Alice Gaines: Blog Tour & Giveaway

  • Blue Balls & Southern Drawls by Mandy Harbin: Blog Tour & Giveaway

  • The Unexpected Collection Complete Series #1-6 by Amity Cross: Sales Blitz & Giveaway

 
 
SYNOPSIS
 
Welcome to Club Ecstasy: the luxurious, confidential destination for desire. Alice Gaines finishes her hot erotica series with book three: one woman’s journey of
self-discovery…and ultimate pleasure.
 
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Angela Carter just doesn’t get sex. She’s carefully structured every aspect of her life, but what goes on in the bedroom seems infuriatingly out of her control. Now, she needs a man to teach her how to let go and experience the sensual awakening she’s always dreamed of and the only place to find such an expert is
Club Ecstasy-the luxurious, confidential destination for pleasure.
 
Above all else, Brent Delaney is a professional – and more than capable in the bedroom. But when he meets Angela, he quickly discovers he’s met his match. He has to get that powerful mind of hers to shut down and let more…savage…thoughts take over. As an expert, he’s determined to break down this gorgeous woman’s analytical walls. But this seduction is going to take some creativity…

TOTALABANDON: CHAPTER ONE
Dr. Angela Carter couldn’t quite make herself sit down. Not that the proprietor’s office at Club Ecstasy wasn’t a welcoming place. Tastefully decorated with antique furniture and modern reproductions, the room could have come from a stylish, expensive magazine. Nothing gave away the ultimate purpose of the place: connecting female clients with men who provided very special sexual services. And certainly no one from her lab would have followed her here to watch her pace the oriental carpet. So why couldn’t she simply take a seat and wait to see what would happen? Lord knew she’d paid enough for the privilege.
Finally the office door opened, and a woman every bit as elegant as her surroundings stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind her. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”
“I was early.” Angela ran her palms
along the sides of her slacks. No need, really. Her hands weren’t clammy.
“You must be Dr. Carter.” The woman extended her hand.
“Angela, please.” When they shook, the other woman’s hand almost disappeared inside Angela’s. Even though the
proprietor stood nearly as tall as Angela, she still managed to appear delicate. Small boned, perhaps, like the girls in high school who’d always made Angela feel, well, big. And awkward. And brainy. But why in hell did any of this remind her of the worst four years of her life?
“I’m Madeline Shaw,” the woman said as she gestured to a chair on the visitor’s side of the desk.
“Shaw?” Angela repeated. “Of the clothing and perfume lines?”
“That would be me.”
They more or less sat at the same time, and Madeline gave her a pleasant smile. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, I . . .” That was a given, wasn’t it? You didn’t exactly show up at Club Ecstasy—San Francisco’s exclusive spa, resort, and sex palace for women—to get your taxes filed. “I understood . . . that is . . . I heard your employees performed certain services.”
“The men, my sex providers. They’re capable of satisfying even the most demanding client.”
“Um.” Angela cleared her throat. “You mean sexually.”
“I did say sex providers,” Madeline answered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Which it was, of course. Sex. You couldn’t get much more natural than that.
“Well, there you are then,” Angela said. “That’s why I’m here.”
“I understand that part.” Madeline laced her fingers together and rested her hands on the desk. “But I’ll need a little more information if I’m to pair you with the right man.”
Angela rubbed her palms against her slacks again. “I’m sure any one of them will be fine.”
“Are you quite comfortable, Angela?” Madeline’s expression softened. Sympathy with an overlay of concern. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or tea?”
“I don’t think a stimulant is a good idea.”
“A glass of wine, perhaps?” Madeline said.
“Don’t want to dull the senses, either.”
Madeline rose, walked around the desk, and sat on its edge. Everything about her posture suggested you can trust me. Let me help. And none of it felt insincere. Why in hell couldn’t Angela open up and tell the woman what she needed? Maybe because she hadn’t figured it out herself?
She never failed to plan things through: starting with an opening hypothesis, then on to systematic tests, and ending with the conclusion she expected from her experiments. Somehow, with this exercise, she hadn’t prepared much of anything except for the date and how much she’d make the check out for.
“A lot of our clients are uncomfortable on their first visit,” Madeline said.
“There’s nothing to feel uncomfortable about, is there?”
“Of course not,” Madeline answered.
“I’m an adult; I have a PhD. There’s no reason I can’t simply ask for what I want, is there?”
“Then why don’t you?” Madeline’s expression went from sympathetic to psychotherapeutic, and the whole situation turned damned awkward.
Angela shot out of her chair and started pacing. “Sex, sex, sex. There I said it.”
“We both have.” Madeline sat and watched her walk back and forth.
“The thing is that I don’t get sex. I understand everything else in my life: my job, my friends, my hobbies, even my diet. Sex?” She threw her hands up in the air. “It ought to be simple.”
“Now there you’re wrong,” Madeline said. “Everything’s complicated with humans but most especially sex.”
“Animals do it. Female goes into heat. Male covers female. Offspring appear, and it all starts over again with the next cycle.” She stopped pacing long enough to stare at Madeline. “Why can’t I cycle?”
“You’re having fertility problems?”
“No, of course not. I won’t need to
have children for another two and a half years.”
“Because that’s one service we don’t
provide,” Madeline said. “The men use condoms for everyone’s protection.”
“I’m not explaining this very well.”
“I’ll admit you have me a bit confused.” Madeline nodded toward the visitor’s chair again. After a moment, Angela sighed and resumed her seat.
“Why don’t you try explaining your problem to me simply?” Madeline said.
“I don’t have the sex life I ought to have.”
Madeline bent and placed her hands over Angela’s. “There’s no ought to it. There aren’t any rules or quotas.”
“All right. I don’t have the sex life I want to have.”
“Do you have orgasms?”
Angela’s cheeks grew warm. She hadn’t counted on having to discuss her shortcomings. She’d figured she’d get a really good fucking that would magically burst through whatever barriers stood in the way of her sexual fulfillment. Maybe the man could teach her a few tricks she could pass along to a partner. The whole process might take several sessions and cost her a bundle, but she’d enjoy herself. She hadn’t expected to have to bare her psyche before she even got started. Of course, not responding to Madeline’s question was an answer in itself.
“I see,” Madeline said after a bit.
“I have orgasms. Mostly with my vibrator. Sometimes if a man is good at oral sex.”
“But they aren’t enough.”
Angela shrugged. “They’re nice.”
“Oh dear.” Madeline’s voice dropped an octave. She walked back around the desk, sat, and opened a drawer. From that, she produced a book bound in leather. She pushed it toward Angela. “See if any of my men appeal to you.”
Angela set the book in her lap and leafed through it. Any of Madeline’s men appeal to her? All of them looked absolutely delicious. The first was tall and blond with an easy grin. Sort of a surfer dude. Another guy on a motorcycle resembled a bad ass. Probably a lot of fun in bed, but not someone with whom you could make yourself vulnerable, and this visit could involve a lot of that. She leafed through more of them—all ethnicities by the look of things. A few seemed a bit older than the others. Well dressed and very dignified.
Her gaze caught and lingered on a man toward the end of the pictures. His eyes captured her attention. An odd reaction to a photo, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. His eyes were a deep brown and curved downward at the corners, giving him a sad look. No, vulnerable. As if he couldn’t hide his emotions and everything would be on the surface.
“You’ve found someone,” Madeline said.
“I think maybe.” She finally managed to pull her attention from the man’s eyes and read some of the text. “Brent Delaney.”
“Brent. Yes, of course. He’d be wonderful for you.”
She delved further into the combination bio and personality description. Thank heaven there were no long walks on the beach. Everything she did to improve her sexual response would remain within these walls. The description did mention he liked classical music and had a gentle but firm touch.
“Is he tall?” No point selecting someone short, given her height, no matter how gentle the touch.
“Six three,” Madeline answered. “The two of you will make a perfect couple.”
“I don’t think we’ll be a couple.” More like a hookup.
“You can be whatever you want to be, Angela,” Madeline said. “We offer your perfect fantasy.”
She glanced up from the picture of Brent Delaney. Madeline met her gaze evenly, as if she really believed you could find
fantasy in a place where you paid for sex. Or anywhere, for that matter. Erogenous zones, techniques for stimulation—those were the important things. With the help of a lover for hire, Angela would systematically study all the logical ways to create good sex. Fantasy had nothing to do with it.
“Was there anything particular you had in mind?” Madeline asked.
“Just Brent, I guess.” She studied his picture again. This time she managed to get past his eyes to his mouth. The word lush sprang to mind immediately. He had full lips, especially the bottom one. She could almost imagine the taste of it. Something like honey or nectar. The image came through so clearly, she ended up licking her own lips, as if he’d just caressed them.
“I have the perfect room for you,” Madeline said. “Let me just make a call.”
Madeline picked up her phone and dialed a few numbers. After a moment, she smiled. “Brent, dear, come to my office. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
The man she’d just met—Brent—escorted Angela down a long corridor over carpets thick enough for her shoes to sink into them. He kept his hand at the small of her back the whole time; his fingers splayed over her spine. It was almost a possessive gesture, as if he cared about her; when ten minutes earlier, he hadn’t known she existed.
Her heart wanted to skitter around in her chest, but she did her best to keep her breathing even. What an incredible series of events. In a little while—as soon as she got her nerve up—she’d be having sex with this stranger. Even more remarkable, her body seemed to have registered the fact better than her mind. Her nipples had already tightened, and her clitoris had begun a slow throb.
She’d experienced some excitement with the mere idea of coming here. What had started out as an inkling of an idea had grown over the weeks, turning from “I’d never in my lifetime actually do this, but if I did . . .” to “I can afford to do it if I cancel that trip to Belize,” to “what kind of man would I want?” The next thing she’d known, she’d picked up the phone and told the woman at the other end of the call that her friend, Susan, had referred her.
Now here she stood, outside what looked like a very expensive hotel room, as Brent Delaney slid the key card into the slot. When the lock clicked, he opened the door and held it, waiting for her to enter first. She did not feel like a prisoner on her way to the gallows as she crossed the threshold, and she certainly had no desire to turn like a coward and run back down the hallway. She might be holding a little tension in her shoulders, but anyone would have to find the situation a little bit odd, right?
As she stepped into a large sitting/living room area, the beauty of the place surprised her out of her jitters. The décor was all very elegant. Modern, including a sleek sofa and matching chairs. A huge flat-screen television hung on one wall with a stereo
console next to it.
Beyond that area was the bedroom. Large and airy with a four poster bed big enough to sleep a squadron. French doors
appeared to open onto a terrace.
“Wow,” she said.
“She speaks,” Brent said from behind her. She’d walked into the place and left him behind.
She turned to face him. She’d hardly dared to glance at him in Madeline’s office for fear of babbling and making a fool of
herself. His picture had been stunning, but the reality . . . oh, Lord. For a big man, he seemed elegant, not boorish, and his eyes gave off a warm glow. She had to remind herself to breathe.
“I beg your pardon?” she asked after several seconds.
“You do talk,” he said. “I was beginning to wonder.”
“I didn’t know talking was required,” she replied. “Did you know Einstein didn’t speak until he was four? Or maybe it was three.”
One corner of his lips curled upward. “Is that so?”
Man, he had a crooked smile, too. “Einstein didn’t have anything to say. Or that’s how the story goes.”
“Must have been scary for his parents.”
She clasped her hands together in front of her slacks and then let them fall back by her sides. “For the longest time it didn’t appear he was going to amount to much of anything.”
“Einstein?” he said.
“One of the greatest minds of the century.”
“Say, would you like something to drink?” He went to the wet bar and hefted a decanter of something alcoholic.
“Me?” She waved a hand. “No, I’m fine.”
“Uh-huh.” He poured a few fingers of whatever that was into a tumbler and approached her. Instead of drinking it, he
handed her the glass. “You were saying.”
As he walked around behind her, she stared into the glass. “I guess there really isn’t any more to the story. We all know how Einstein turned out.”
He scooped up her hair and pushed it to one side of her neck so he could press his lips to the curve of her throat. “He
invented relativity.”
“Discovered it, rather. The theory’s not that hard to understand, really.” Her pulse sped up, and her nipples hardened to points, although he’d made no move toward her breasts. She took a sip of the whiskey. Good quality. Smooth, not harsh. She took a bit more and let it warm her throat as it went down. “Mostly, it’s conceptual, just a little . . . oh!”
He’d grazed her earlobe with his teeth, hot breath slipping into her ear. Suddenly, her eyelids grew heavy.
“Math,” she said. “Some fairly simple algebra.”
“I was bad at that,” he said.
He was clearly good at other things. Very, very good. Like using his teeth to make pinpricks of pure pleasure along the
sensitive skin beneath her jaw and then downward to her collarbone. She took another sip of the liquor and let the vapors fill her mouth for long seconds before swallowing.
“That’s my girl.” He took the near-empty glass from her and deposited it somewhere behind her. He’d found a table or something without leaving her because the sound of the tumbler settling onto something came through loud and clear.
Then he came back around to face her. She wasn’t used to feeling dwarfed by people, even men, but he seemed to tower
over her. With a solid build, he could have played football. But his facial features fit better with someone more sensitive. A poet or actor, perhaps. Those deep, soft eyes and that full mouth. He even had long eyelashes. She could stare into his face forever, and actually, she’d been doing that for a whole minute.
“Find anything interesting?” he said.
“No, well, yes.”
“Look, Angela, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We can talk about famous scientists all night,” he said. “Although, that’d be an odd way to spend your money.”
“Oh, I want to do . . .” She stopped herself before she came out with a silly euphemism. “I want to have sex. Lots of it. In
different positions.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“But I’ll be honest with you.” She raised her chin and looked him in the eyes. “I have problems performing.”
He stared at her for a moment. “Women don’t perform. They enjoy.”
“A matter of semantics. A woman my age should have multiple orgasms during a full-coital encounter.”
“Really?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “How many?”
“Five is probably too many to expect, but certainly more than one.”
“That leaves two, three, or four,” he said. “Which is it?”
“Three, I suppose.”
“And you haven’t been having three, during a . . . what was it you called it?”
“Full-coital encounter,” she answered.
“You’ll excuse me for thinking that sounds like something you bill your health insurance to cover.” He caught her arms and rubbed his palms from her elbows to her shoulders and back. “You can relax, Angela. I’m used to nonorgasmic women.”
She pulled away. “I didn’t say I was nonorgasmic. I have orgasms.”
“Then what were we talking about?”
“I don’t have enough of them, and I don’t have them the right way.”
He tipped his head and looked at her as if she were crazy. “There’s a right way to have an orgasm?”
“Come on. You know what I mean.” Her feet wanted to pace, but she made them stay where they were. And she stood
straight, not backing away from him. “I’m near my sexual prime. If I’m going to fulfill my full potential, I should be making more progress.”
All right, she would pace, but just so she could think. Movement always helped, even if she did come off looking a little frantic. She went to the stereo and turned around. “I finished college at nineteen. Graduate school at twenty-three. I have my professional life mapped out. I eat a healthy diet and exercise.”
“And sex isn’t keeping up with your plan.”
“Exactly. I’m so glad you understand.”
“I’m afraid I do,” he said. “You see, sex isn’t going to keep up with your plan or anyone else’s. Sex is what it is.”
She put her hands on her hips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s the one thing you can’t force. You can study to pass a test. You can diet yourself thin. You can save to buy the car of your dreams. But you can’t make sex behave the way you want it to. You have to let it show the way.”
“Is that supposed to be Zen or something?”
“I don’t know Zen. I do know sex.” He went to her and put his big hands on her shoulders. “You can’t steer it. You have to let it steer you.”
“That’s silly.”
“Oh, really? Ask any guy who ever had an embarrassing erection if sex didn’t take control. Women have automatic responses, too. You can just hide them better.”
Like her nipples getting hard? They hadn’t softened yet, and they weren’t likely to with him standing so close. And her cheeks had warmed. He’d have to notice the flush of her skin.
“You might be having some of those responses now,” he said. “Or am I wrong?”
As tempting as it might be to deny her reaction to him, she didn’t deal in dishonesty. Besides, if he was going to help her with her problem, he’d need to read her physiological signs correctly. “I am responding.”
“Want to tell me exactly how?”
“I can’t quite seem to catch my breath.” Odd she hadn’t noticed before, but the air in the room seemed thick and hard to pull into her lungs. And weirder than that, she’d had the same sensation she’d had looking at his picture: that she could taste him even though they’d never kissed. Again, she ended up licking her lips.
In response, his gaze fell to her mouth and stayed there as if he found it fascinating. His eyes took on an almost hungry expression. He wanted her, and she could have him any which way that popped into her head.
This time, he wasn’t a photograph. He stood before her in the glorious flesh, and she’d only have to lean into him to see if he’d really taste like honey. So, she did. She rested her hand against his chest and tipped her face upward. He made her wait. Not more than a few seconds, but enough time to let the anticipation build. This would be the kind of kiss you saw in movies or read about in books. Something she’d never experienced but always dreamed about.
When he finally crossed the last few inches and placed his lips on hers, reality burst like a flash of lightning in her brain. He did taste sweet, although not like anything she’d ever savored before. She sampled him slowly, but when he cupped the back of her head, tilting it so their mouths fit, she took more and more of him. She hadn’t misjudged the softness of the lower lip, so she nibbled on it gently before brushing it with her tongue. That must have issued an invitation, because he responded with his own tongue seeking entrance to her mouth.
God, he was intoxicating. No matter how much she took, she needed more. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she
pulled herself as close against him as she could manage. She’d shared kisses with a lover before but not like this one. So all-encompassing, from the sweetness of his lips to the ragged sound of his breathing to the firm muscles beneath her palms. He even smelled good, a combination of warm sunshine and human male.
His arms went around her, tugging her closer against his hard body. She was tall, but he was taller, and he made her feel small and delicate. Cherished. After a few more moments of pure hedonism, he ended the kiss, resting the side of his face against hers. His breath came hard and fast, as if he’d been running. Her own was just as frantic, and her pulse pounded in her ears. As kisses went, that one was in a class by itself. Good Lord in heaven.
She pulled back and gazed into his face in search of answers. What had just happened here? Sure, she’d expected him to be good in bed. That’s what he did professionally, after all. But she hadn’t expected him to dismantle her with no more than a kiss.
“See what I mean?” he said.
“Mean?” He expected her to remember a conversation that had taken place a few minutes before he’d rearranged her
neurons?
“About sex. You need to let it take over.”
“I’m afraid that’s more easily said than done.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You just did a pretty good imitation.”
“Due to your skill.”
“I’d like to take credit.” He gave her a grin. “But it was all chemistry.”
“I’m a physicist.”
“Do tell.” He reached to her blouse and started in on the buttons. Of course, she’d get naked, but she hadn’t considered that he might undress her. She hadn’t considered much of anything at all, when you got right down to it. Maybe she’d thought of this as a visit to the doctor’s office where someone would leave her alone to get into a paper drape.
Instead, she had a drop-dead gorgeous man taking great care with some buttons, as if he might tear one off if he lost
control. And that in itself made for some hot fantasy. Imagine this big guy so consumed with lust for her, he’d rip her clothing to get at her now. Having a man devoted to your pleasure and so insanely aroused that he took you, hard and fast, was a major turn-on. Maybe she should ask Brent to play caveman. Or maybe she’d wait to see if he did it on his own.
He didn’t turn into a raging beast, though, but he kept undressing her methodically. First the blouse, which he removed and turned to drape over a chair, but she took it from him and dropped it onto the floor.
His eyebrow went up. “In a rush?”
“It’s just clothing.”
“You’ll look rumpled when you leave.”
“So much the better,” she said. “It’ll prove I got my money’s worth.”
“You’re nuts, professor.”
“I know.”
He reached behind her to unfasten her bra. When he had it off, he held it between his thumb and forefinger before dropping it onto her blouse. A cute game except for the fact her breasts were now uncovered, and the peaks stood as stiff proof that this was more than a pleasant encounter, like a little necking on a first date. He covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing gently. Already primed by their kiss, her libido roared back to life. The nipples became ultra sensitive pressed against his palms, and the sensation traveled through her, past her belly to her sex.
“Sweet,” he said, as he lifted her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over the tips.
“You must compliment all your clients.”
“Only honestly,” he said. “Don’t you think your breasts are beautiful?”
“I guess.”
“Are you really that out of touch with your own body?” He bent and took a nipple into his mouth. He continued toying with the other one as he sucked on the first, his cheeks working. The look on his face was almost angelic; his eyes closed, and his lashes fanned his cheeks. And oh, the sensations he created. Zingers of pleasure speeding along her nerves to every erogenous zone on her body. She wobbled a bit and clutched his head for balance.
Chuckling, he straightened and pulled her against him. Somehow, he’d melted her bones from the inside out, and she might have fallen if he hadn’t held her.
“Bed, I think,” he said.
She merely nodded against his chest. Before she could guess his intent, he’d bent and scooped her up into his arms.
“Careful with your back,” she said, clutching his neck. “I’m heavy.”
“Light as a feather.”
“I’m five ten, you dummy.” And not overly slender, although she wouldn’t mention that aloud. If he wanted to play he-man, he’d have only himself to blame if he threw his back out. Only please not before they’d had crazy monkey sex.
He didn’t seem to notice her weight but walked to the bed and laid her on the comforter. After removing her shoes and knee-highs, he unbuttoned her slacks and slid the zipper down. Her panties came off along with the slacks, and in a moment, she lay completely naked.
Studying her as if she were some exotic creature, he laid his hand on her belly; the fingers spread so one almost reached into the curls over her sex. An odd gesture, almost a claiming, staking out his territory. Only what did he see when he looked at her?
“You’re beautiful,” he said after a long moment.
“Honesty.”
“Total honesty,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She let out a laugh. She knew that word, of course, and used it occasionally, especially if someone really pissed her off. It had never sounded sexy before, but the way he used it—as if he couldn’t help himself—brought up the whole issue of control again. They’d gone beyond niceties, and now, they’d, well, fuck.
After ditching his own shoes and socks, he rose and jerked his sweater over his head, exposing his naked chest. What a specimen. His jeans rode low on his hips, giving her a view of him from shoulders to pelvis. A sculptor might have fashioned him as the ideal male, from the cords of muscle in his neck to the wide collarbone and below. Firm pectorals, flat belly, and, yes, the outline of a very large erection straining against his fly.
Staring at him, her mouth went dry. Her pussy had a completely different reaction, and it was a good thing, too. If she
was going to take all of that inside her, she’d better be lubricated. And there was no way she’d miss out on a single inch of him.
He gave her a knowing smile as he unfastened his fly, one button at a time. He’d worn nothing under his sweater, and the same went for his pants. When he pushed them down and stepped out of them, he was gloriously naked. Six foot three of prime male Homo sapiens, with a cock that would make a porn star proud. All of that for her, as long and as often as she wanted, for hours and hours.
When he joined her on the bed, she rolled onto her side so she could run her palms over him. Along his shoulders and over his chest. She flicked her thumbs over his flat nipples, registering his slight tremor in response. Farther down, she explored the planes of his abdomen, but of course, her true destination lay lower. She curled her fingers around his shaft, savoring the velvet feel of him. Underneath he was as hard as steel. When she pumped him, he closed his eyes in bliss, and his breath caught. What a toy he was: hers to play with and enjoy the results. She couldn’t stop petting him, from the bulbous head to the sac beneath. Ever so gently, she stroked that with her free hand.
With a groan, he covered her hand with his, stilling it. “You’ll want to leave me some control.”
What a delight that she could affect him so powerfully. “You’re a professional.”
“I’m a man first, and you’re making me incredibly hot.”
She bit her lip. “You really find me sexy?”
“Don’t you ever doubt it.” He rolled her onto her back and slid his body over hers. Though he held himself on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her, his skin pressed against hers. What luxury. She ran her hands under his arms and to his back, so she could stroke it as he lowered his face to hers.
This time when they kissed, nothing separated them. Nothing at all. She could bask in his warmth while his lips launched an assault on her senses. Pass after pass of his mouth on hers soon had her brain reeling. Just enough pressure to make her want more and more, and all the time, the evidence of his arousal pressed against her pelvis.
By the time he finished with her mouth and slid lower, leaving a trail of kisses over her throat, she was struggling for air. She stroked his hair, his shoulders, anything she could reach. And then, he was sliding lower, taking a neglected nipple between his lips. Arching her back, she pressed herself up to him. Offering and demanding at the same time.
The neural circuits clicked and connected, sending a charge to all the sensitive places on her body: to her pussy, of course, but also to the curves behind her knees. Even to the arches of her feet. With only the gentle sucking at her breast, he could arouse her entire body.
Then he moved lower, his skin gliding over hers as he pressed kisses all over her ribs and downward. Easing her legs apart, he made a place for himself between her thighs. Oh, God, he was really going to do that. Cunnilingus, oral sex. The ultimate a man could do for a woman. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest, and for a moment, she didn’t breathe. If he teased her clitoris with his tongue and she still didn’t come, what in hell would she say to him?
You were fabulous, but I guess it’s not my night?
It’s not you; it’s me?
And still he went lower, until his face lay only inches away from her pussy. Now or never time. Countdown to liftoff. Probably.
She let herself breathe again. Evenly. And she relaxed her shoulders. But when he parted the lips of her sex and made a single pass with his tongue, she gasped.
He lifted his head. “Something wrong?”
“No. I’m great. Just great.”
“I won’t do this if you don’t want me to,” he said.
“Please. I do. Really.”
“Okay.” He gave her a smile. “Relax and enjoy.”
Enjoy, she could manage. Relax, well, they’d see about that.
He went back to work, this time stroking her pussy lips gently. Just a brush of his fingertips. Clever man. Not pushing but enticing. And honestly, how could any woman resist such a tender caress on her most sensitive flesh? With a sigh, she sank back into the mattress, closed her eyes, and let him proceed any way that came into his head. After a bit, his touch landed on the tip of her clitoris, and this time the jolt that went through her contained nothing but pure pleasure.
“Ohhhhh.” Her own voice, low and thick with need—she’d never heard herself like that before.
He took that as his cue and swiped his tongue over her again, from the entrance to her pussy upward, lingering on her clit. Heaven, pure heaven. Her breathing became ragged enough to fill the space around them, and she reached down and burrowed her fingers in his hair to signal her approval. And a silent plea for more.
She needn’t have begged because he continued. He flicked his tongue over her clit, circled it, and pressed it. And  oh, how she responded. Tiny pricks of light appeared on the backs of her eyelids as her arousal went to simmer. Her whole body grew warm and then hot. And he kept going, never letting up on the pressure, building such a fire of need inside her, she ought to go up in flames.
This time, she’d come. This time, she wouldn’t be able to hold back. She could do it. Nothing would stop her.
And then, his finger probed her entrance, pressing inside and retreating. A whole new set of sensations. She’d already become wet, and as he slid his finger fully inside her, more moisture collected between her thighs. Unbelievable pleasure, but how much more wonderful to have his amazing cock inside her when she came. Stretching her and filling her. That would have to be the ultimate.
Oh, yeah. Shit, yes. Now.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
He lifted his head again, and she opened her eyes to look at him.
“You sure?” he said. “I can finish this first.”
“I want you inside me.”
“All right, then.” He swung his feet over the side of the bed and opened a drawer in the small table. Quickly, he tore the square packet open and rolled the condom over his cock.
Still holding his weight off her, he settled himself between her legs. Now she could reach his shaft and guide the head of his cock between her lips. He eased himself in slowly, allowing her to savor the passage of each inch. In truth, she had to adjust to his size, but after a few heart-melting moments, he was fully embedded in her. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long second, and then he pulled nearly out and surged back into her.
Lord, have mercy. Her vision went unfocussed with pleasure, and she closed her eyes. As she had before, she ran her arms under his and back up so her palms fell on his shoulders. His muscles tensed with the effort to support his weight. But down below . . . oh, man . . . down below, the constant thrust and retreat created havoc inside her. Never in her life had she experienced such total possession.
He groaned into her ear. “So tight.”
“Is that good?”
“Amazing,” he said.
“You’re amazing, too.”
“I just hope I last.”
He would, certainly. He was a professional, and he wouldn’t leave her hanging. “I have faith in you.”
He laughed, but the sound came out strained. His movements grew faster as he pushed himself into her. Each thrust jostled her clitoris, and the haze of deep arousal clouded her mind again. Yes, she’d come now. She only had to work a bit harder. Reach for it. Visualize it. Let it happen.
“Angela?” he whispered.
“Yes, Brent.”
“Are you—”
“Yes. Just don’t stop.” Damn it. Damn it all to hell. He was perfect. He’d done everything right. She’d done everything right. Why wouldn’t it happen?
“God!” he shouted. After a few more massive thrusts, he stiffened in her arms. He’d climaxed, of course. She’d lied to him, telling him she was going to come, so she could hardly be upset with him. So, when he sank onto her, she held him and stroked his back.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed her lack of orgasm. They could try again later. Something different. The experiment wouldn’t end up a total failure.
After a moment, he rolled off her onto his side and pulled her against him. “You didn’t come.”
“Maybe I did,” she said. “Sort of.”
“There’s no sort of where orgasms are concerned. You either come or you don’t, and you didn’t.”
“It’s not your fault.” She burrowed her head under his chin, avoiding his gaze. “You were wonderful.”
“Not wonderful enough, obviously.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“Angela.” He slipped a finger under her chin and tipped her head back so he could stare into her eyes. “I’m going to take care of it.”
“How?”
With his trademark gentle touch, he eased her onto her back and kissed her again. Such a consummate lover, he wove a veil of lust around her, the heat of his body warming her right down to her toes. His hand went exploring, over one breast, past her belly, and landing at the juncture of her thighs. Now when his fingers went between her pussy lips, they made wet sounds. She could have worried about that but his finger landed immediately on her clitoris.
“I should have known better,” he said. “I should have finished you before we fucked.”
She relaxed into the situation. The worst had happened. She’d tried and failed to have sex the way most women did. She
might as well accept that failure and allow herself to enjoy his touch now. He clearly knew what he was doing. In a matter of seconds, he had her back to breathless and throbbing. She wouldn’t interfere.
“Better?” he said.
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re not going to stop me this time and tell me what to do, are you?”
“Nuh-huh.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” he said.
“Brent?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking.”
To his credit, he did. To his even greater credit, he’d found the exact pressure and rhythm to use on her clit to send her into the heavenly plateau just before orgasm. She wouldn’t have to try for anything here. No reaching or visualizing or having to force herself to relax. From here on, she only needed to let him continue to work his magic. He showed no inclination to stop but continued the press, press, press that would soon have her flying to the moon.
She hadn’t made a mistake coming here. Everything would turn out right. She’d have this orgasm and another and another. Already, she’d come so close. She ought to fight it off—let the moment linger—but in the end, the pleasure was too intense to resist, and she had to surrender.
The sensations wound in on themselves, tightening to a ball in the pit of her belly. One more second and another, and she’d burst. The climax built and then exploded inside her, rushing everywhere as her hips jerked upward and she cried out. The spasms traveled the length of her pussy, crashing over each other. Brent stayed with her, still pressing and drawing the orgasm out. When she finally finished, he moved his hand and let her float off on her own personal cloud. She only vaguely registered that he’d pulled her against him again and that the scent of honey clung to both of them.
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Taylor Berry is the quintessential city girl who can read through someone’s B.S. without batting an eyelash. Her no nonsense attitude is one her great friends and awesome boyfriend love. When he asks her to go with him to his parents’ house for the weekend, she’s not sure what to expect, but hey, it’s a few days and nights with the man she loves. What could go wrong with that?
Bryson Reed is a country boy who always looks forward to going back home to Texas for his family’s big annual reunion. A weekend of cookouts, fishing, and swimming. What could be better? In fact, this year he’s taking his girlfriend, Taylor, to introduce her to his family and join in on the fun. But the perfect weekend he’d envision starts to fall apart right after they arrive. When his mom puts Taylor in the guestroom … not in his old bedroom with him.
Taylor is shocked at the sleeping arrangements, but gets furious when Bryson doesn’t insist on them sleeping together. He thinks his mom is old fashioned and doesn’t see the problem while Taylor wonders where the line is between gentleman and momma’s boy. Even though Taylor is mad at Bryson for how he handles the situation, she thinks his mom is up to something, and as the weekend progresses, she knows she’s right. This weekend of sweet tea and feigned southern hospitality cannot end fast enough.
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“Why is your skinny ass eating nothing but lettuce?” Taylor asked Morgan as they sat at the bistro around the corner. “Hell, your man finally proposed. Not like you need to reel him in with toothpick thighs.” She was only partially joking. The glow on Taylor’s friend’s face couldn’t be ignored, and Taylor was just giving her some fun ribbing. But seriously, the woman could use a steak or twelve.
“Oh hush. There’s also cranberries and feta in this salad.”
“It’s not a salad unless there’s dressing involved.” Taylor picked up her gourmet sandwich filled with shaved turkey, seasoned tomatoes, and loads of fresh, melted mozzarella cheese and took a bite. It was like a margarita pizza, but on a buttery roll with meat.
“I have dressing,” Morgan said, slightly affronted.
Taylor snorted. “It’s still in the cup beside your bowl.” She shook her head. “Seriously, girl, it’s not like you need to lose weight before your wedding.” She looked up, one eyebrow raised. “Which will be … when exactly?”
Morgan shook her head slowly. “Oh, no. We’re not announcing anything until after Hannah and Lucas tie the knot.”
Taylor pouted. “You’re no fun.” She took another savory bite of her yummy sandwich.
“Like you’re one to talk.” Morgan smirked.
Taylor dropped her sandwich. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, come on. Bryson’s taking you to Texas to meet his family. Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about what this means where wedding bells are concerned.”
Taylor chuckled. “Bite your tongue. I already told you it’s some family reunion they do every year. It has nothing to do with making plans for the future.” Gah, she couldn’t even say the word marriage when it represented her. She loved Bryson dearly. He may even be the one, but it was still too soon for
talk of that.
“Mmm-hmm, just tell yourself that. Don’t be surprised if he drops to one knee beside a horse or something.” Morgan waved her fork at her before taking another bite of her bird food.
“You don’t know Bryson. He wouldn’t do something like that.” Taylor was sure of it. Marriage hadn’t been on his radar, either. She was a smart woman, and he’d never been able to get anything by her. Before last Christmas he’d dropped hints for weeks without meaning to. She still acted surprised when she opened her gifts. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, and he’d been so excited—none of which had been romantic, but all she’d still needed and loved. Bryson was a caring and generous boyfriend. But she knew beyond any shadow of doubt that the man hadn’t given one thought to their future together.
She was okay with that. More than okay, actually.
“Don’t be surprised. That’s all I’m saying.” After another bite, she said, “When are you two leaving anyway?”
“He’s picking me up at two o’clock. We should get there by dinner—his words, not mine.” She chuckled, relieved by the subject change.
“You all packed and ready?” Morgan pushed her half-eaten salad away and moaned as if she’d just eaten a cow. Taylor rolled her eyes.
“Yeah. Took the day off to finish this morning. It’s just for the weekend, but it’s freaking hot, and they have a lot of outdoor activities scheduled. I had to make sure I stashed enough for necessary wardrobe changes.”
“Totally understand that.” Morgan sighed. “I have to get back to the office. Not all of us took the day off to pretend this weekend wasn’t significant to our relationship.” She winked.
“So not listening to you.” Taylor shook her head and waved for the waiter to bring their tickets. After they both paid and hugged their goodbyes, Taylor rushed back to her place to grab a few things she’d forgotten to pack that morning.
When her phone chimed a text message notification, she didn’t have to look at it to know it was Bryson letting her know he was on his way. He always announced his arrival before he showed up. She chuckled. Bryson had his little quirks, but he liked his routines. She wasn’t one to complain about that. She’d dated some real slackers in the past.
Bryson was different.
Besides knowing what he wanted and never shying away from it—which was freaking sexy just by itself—he was strong, dependable, funny, charming…
And gorgeous.
Damn, but the man had a body cultivated from his years growing up on the ranch. His brown hair and puppy-dog eyes just added to the total physical package.
Hell, no physical about it. He was the total package.
A knock sounded, but she didn’t answer it. He always knocked before using the key she’d given him about six months ago, after they’d been dating a year. She’d told him he didn’t have to knock, but he also had this shy, gentlemanly quality about him.
Not in the bedroom, though. He definitely knew how to rock her world. If he were a chick, he’d fit that lady on the streets, freak in the sheets
description. Lucky for her, he’d been born with a penis.
“Hey, baby,” he said, walking into her bedroom as she zipped her suitcase. He took it from her when she started to lift it off the bed, and put it by the door. “Wow, I can’t believe you didn’t use a bigger one. This is carry-on size.”
Taylor rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. The other two are in the bathroom.”
His eyes danced. “There’s my girl.”
“Your one and only.” She winked.
Heat flared in his eyes, and he moved toward her, taking her mouth in a hot kiss, his hands grabbing her ass.
She chuckled against his lips. “We don’t have time for this.”
He groaned. “I know. Just a couple of minutes.”
This was cruel, she knew, getting him all hot and bothered and not being able to finish, but since he’d started it, she was willing to play. Besides, it’d give them something to look forward to later tonight. She angled her head for deeper penetration and allowed her hands to coast down his chest. His breathing spiked, and heat shot down to her core. She reached his dick and grazed over it before squeezing. He moaned, thrusting into her hand, and fisted her hair. He took a step, and she knew he was trying to walk her to the bed.
“No time,” she gasped, but he didn’t stop his sensual assault. He started kissing down her neck, playing dirty. Fine then. She let go of him and shoved her hand down his loose shorts, giving him direct skin-on-skin contact with his cock.
“Fuck, we can make time.” He lifted her slightly and took a couple of steps toward the bed. When he dropped her to it, she rolled to the other side and stood up, smiling.
“You were the one who said we didn’t have time. And I’m not meeting your parents smelling like sex. If I let you strip me and fuck me until I’m screaming— ”
He growled. “You’re being a tease.”
“I’ll have to shower,” she continued over his words, “fix my hair, and reapply my makeup. Now if we have time for that, big boy, take your pants off. Otherwise, let’s hit the road.” She dropped her voice lower. “And tonight you can hold my mouth shut to keep me from making any noise as you fuck me good.”
She could see his cock twitch even through his pants, proof that he liked that idea.
“Vixen,” he breathed.
“You love it.” She giggled and turned for the bathroom.
“Tonight, you’re paying for that, baby. Gonna make you wait until you can’t stand it anymore before I let you come,” he called out after her.
She peeked around the bathroom door, smiling, and said, “Promises, promises.”
His muttered words were intelligible, making her laugh quietly to herself as she picked up her accessories bag. When she reached for the other suitcase, Bryson appeared behind her. He smiled at her through the mirror, kissed the top of her head, and then slipped the bag off her shoulder and gripped the other suitcase.
Her big gentleman.
 
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Mandy Harbin is an award-winning, bestselling author of several books across multiple romance genres ranging from contemporary to paranormal erotic
romance. She is also the number one bestselling author in teen romance under the pen name M.W. Muse with her popular Goddess Series. She is a Superstar
Award recipient, Reader’s Crown and RWA Passionate Plume finalist, and has received Night Owl Reviews Top Pick distinction many times. She studied writing at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock, earned several degrees, and even pursued an MBA until she realized becoming an author did not have to remain an unfulfilled dream. Mandy is a PAN member of the RWA and lives in a small Arkansas town with her non-traditional family, and although she is a direct descendant of British royalty, they refuse to call her princess. When she’s not penning her latest book, you can find her hanging out online where she loves to connect with fellow readers or stalking Mickey Mouse at Disney World.
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