Always Cambridge

Always Cambridge
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Monday, 29 December 2014

Week 17 #MasturbationMonday Teetering on the edge #erotic #excerpt



The rules are simple
 Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.

This is Kayla's New Year's gif. LOL! What can we come up with this week? Let's see if we can get this party rockin'. 

Masturbation Monday Week 17


I sat in front of the large round mirror in our bedroom, putting the last finishing touches on my face. "How's that for smoky eyes?" I admired my own handy work. I wanted something dramatic to go along with the dress I'd splurged on for the New Year's party.

"You done in the shower, babe?" Jason, sauntered into the room.

"Yep, go 'head."

Our gazes connected in the mirror. His focus shifted lower. "Well hello," he said in a low voice.

Immediately, my nipples hardened at his attention. I'd set my dress on the bed, I'd planned to put it on at the last minute. The only thing I had on so far were the black sheer lace panties I'd slipped into after my shower.

Slowly, he approached from behind. I sat up a little straighter, anticipating his touch. He didn't disappoint. Reaching around me, he cupped my full breasts and squeezed, molding and shaping them. 

"Mmm, your hands are so warm."

He dipped his head and lightly sucked that ultra sensitive spot near my collarbone, then he opened his palms and circled my tingling nipples. A delectable shockwave shot straight to my pussy.

The tension drained right out me. I let my head fall back against his chest and just let him work his magic. He stepped closer, pressing his lengthening hard-on against my back.

I slid my hand downward and stroked my pussy through my panties, heightening my arousal. 

"What ya doin' there?" he asked.

"Just helping things along," I murmured.

"Are you sure you want to go out tonight?" he rasped, skimming his lips up my neck, sending a titillating wave of goosebumps over my quickly heating skin. "We could stay here and celebrate just the two us."

"We don't have to stay long. But I would like to show you off." I enjoyed walking into a room full of people with him at my side. I smiled slightly, meeting his gaze once more in the glass, before fixating on his hands moving over my breasts.

"Show me off or that excessively expensive dress."

"You, of course," I pouted.

"You know I could drag you back in the shower, we could soap these beautiful babies up, and I could make you come, without even touching you anywhere else." He stroked my tits to hard aching points, dragging a groan from me. "You know how you like that. I can make you burn, baby." He was already doing a good job of it. Just his words made my pussy feel heavy.

I bit my lip, considering the delightful proposition.

"No?" I guess I took too long to answer for his liking.
He gave me one of those lopsided cocky grins that made me want to kiss him and slap him all at the same time. "Well, then, that's an excellent reason to stop this right here."

"No..." I complained, arching into his hands. "We can be late."

He eased his hands away from my breasts, skimming them up and over each shoulder, dragging them down my arms. 

Before I knew it he'd gathered my wrists behind me. He snatched his necktie off the top of my dresser with a snap and he began to tie my wrists snuggly to the back of the chair.

"Jason! What are you doing?"

"Call it my little insurance policy." He took a maddening step back."If I leave you hanging, then you won't want to stay long. I know you, if you're all sated, you'll start gossiping with your girlfriends. One glass of wine will lead to four."

"Okay," I said, getting a little pissed at his highhandedness. "I promise we won't stay long. Now let me go." I struggled. He'd tied me right tight. What the hell!

"Naw-uh." He pulled on the tether, checking it, then he reached over me and down between my legs and rubbed my cunt. I knew he felt the wetness seeping through the gusset. "Again, I know you too well. I'll go in the shower and you'll take matters into your own hand here. Nope, not this time, sweet thing. I want to be home before midnight. And if that means keeping you on edge all night, so be it."

"Why's that?" 

"Because when that clock trips twelve, I plan on being buried between your silken hot thighs, in our own bed. That's how I'm celebrating." He raised a challenging brow at me.

The fucker kissed my forehead then turned towards the bathroom. 

"Don't leave me like this." I begged. He ignored me which only pissed me off more. "Hey, how do I know you're not going to jerk off in there."

He grinned. "Ya don't." 

"That's not fair." He shrugged and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. I heard the shower start.

Stunned, I looked at my own reflection. "Oh, close your mouth," I snapped. 
I straightened in the chair and brought my thighs together. My clit twinged at the pressure. "Damn it." I wanted to come.

I opened my knees and brazenly rubbed my greedy pussy against the seat cushion. I squirmed trying to cover more area and find a better position. No matter what I tried I knew I wasn't going to get what I needed. I worked my wrists trying to loosen the tie.

I sighed heavily and looked around irritated and uncomfortable, sitting on pins and tingles.

I heard Jason shut off the water in the next room. "Well, if that wasn't the quickest shower ever."

Several more uncomfortable minutes later Jason strode out of the washroom fully dressed except for his necktie. His dress shirt stood open at the neck. His hair damp and slightly messy, he looked sexy as all fuck.

"Well if that ain't quite the sight." I saw his cock stir, lengthening in his finely pressed trousers. The sight of his arousal made my mouth water.

He stalked me, trussed up in the fucking chair, helpless. 
"Time to get you dressed, honey?" he asked. He picked up my bra and fitted it over my tits. The abrasion of the material sent another welcome jolt of sensation straight to my pussy. I gasped. 

"Ahh, like that, huh?" He took each end of the undergarment and see-sawed it back and forth, grazing my nipples simultaneously. My clit throbbed as he moved the fabric faster and faster until it felt like an invisible tether spanned from my burning nipples straight to my core. Christ I was so close. And Jason knew it. He stopped tormenting me and tossed my bra aside.

Behind me, he reached down and with a quick tug, his necktie loosened and my hands were suddenly free. How the fuck had he done that?

He slung the tie around his shoulders then picked up my dress. Without a word I stepped into the slinky form fitting LBD. Jase pulled it up. I finally met his gaze. "No bra?" I questioned. 

He shook his head. "You'll enjoy the feel on your sweet little titties. And when I look across the room at you, I want to see those pretty stiff nipples standing at attention, just for me."

He was having fun with this. I guess I was too, there was something to be said for teetering on the edge.

I raised my arms and he finished dressing me. The fabric did just as he said abrading my body in the most pleasurable way. I was pleased when his gaze lingered.

"You all ready?" he asked.

"Yep, just give me two secs." I rushed into the washroom and slid out of my damp panties. I tossed them into the hamper then smoothed my skirt.

I joined Jason and we tromped down the stairs. He gathered our coats, as I bent and slipped on my high heeled silver slingbacks. Just as I'd hoped, while I was bent over, he slipped his hand up my thigh and cupped my bare behind.

"Hey," I heard the smile and approval in his voice. "What's this?" he all but growled.

"It's going to be a short night, I promise." I straightened and met his gaze. I gave him my own self-assured grin and said, "Call it my own little insurance policy." 

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Sunday, 28 December 2014

#CoverReveal Meet Me in the Dark Book 1 Lustful Possession Series @MuseItHOT #PreOrder .99¢

I'm thrilled to unveil the cover to Meet Me in the Dark, the first book in the Lustful Possession Series.

Thank you to Celairen for her hard work! Loving it!


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Meet Me in the Dark
(paranormal erotic romance)


Blurb:

Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—A good scare to get the blood pumping. But instead she finds her pulse racing over one of the event’s organizers.

Josh Hewes loves nothing more than investigating paranormal activity, but after meeting Crishtin the only thing he wants to explore is her.
However, getting to know one another takes an unexpected turn when some randy spirits get in on the act.

Crish and Josh are inexplicably drawn into a heady web of desire and want nothing more than to possess each other. But they’re not the only ones.

Be careful what you invite in to play...

Crishtin Davenport ~“I always thought, you know, when I was younger and dabbled in this stuff, that this would protect me.” She trapped the gold crucifix she wore between her fingers. “Not so much just because I wear it as if it is some kind of force field, I know that’s not what it’s about. But I’m a believer and I thought that my faith would at least keep malevolent beings from me.”

Look for this book January 16th Pre-order now and save. Only .99¢ for a limited time

Other books in the series releasing throughout 2015

Book Two - Dark Foursome
Book Three - The Dark Son : The Fall of Cairnnon Castle
Book Four - Rising from the Darkness
Book Five - Dark Seed
Book Six - Bending Darkness
And the conclusion Book Seven - Dark Defeat
  


Friday, 26 December 2014

ADDICTION (Distraction Series Book 2) by Angela McPherson @abt3mcpherson #LadyAmbersBookTours

Addiction
Book two in the Distraction Series
By Angela McPherson


     Genres: New Adult/College Contemporary Romance
Published: December 9 2014

Blurb:

Despite denying their love for years, in the end no distraction could keep best friends Tristan and Elle apart. Passion and heat explode as the two finally discover what they’ve been missing, needing, wanting for so long.

When Tristan and Elle return home for Christmas break, the two are gifted with a few unexpected surprises. Heather, Elle’s sister, has come home and even better, she's now clean and sober. During this time, Tristan and his dad manage to work through their strained relationship, finding compromise and understanding. For the couple, everything is coming together—until circumstances change, threatening their newfound happiness.

Love is an addiction both craved, but when devastating secrets are revealed, Elle pushes Tristan away. He won't let go. She can't hold on. Is their love strong enough to keep them together? Falling in love was never an issue, but for Tristan and Elle, falling apart may be.
Book 2 of the Distraction Series is a new adult/college romance short novel.

                                                Available on Amazon
Check it out on Goodreads- book link

Don't miss book 1, Distraction!


Author Bio:

Angela McPherson

Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.

                                                                     Website
Twitter: @abt3mcpherson


Excerpt:

We didn't talk much during the drive back to our hometown, but words weren't necessary. The soft smile on Tristan's face as he drove with his left hand while holding mine in his right screamed louder than any words ever could. He was mine.

Turning to watch the scenery pass by, I let my thoughts drift back to the start of this year. At the beginning of the semester when Tristan told me about his engagement to Kellie, the psycho, I couldn't breathe from the disappointment crushing my chest. Topping that, he also divulged he'd transferred to Tech, making sure my life remained as miserable as possible. Even though I loved him, seeing Tristan with another woman tore me to pieces.

Before their relationship ended, thinking we'd ever find our way to one another seemed impossible. So, what did I do to get over my hot, football star, best friend? I dated someone completely opposite of Tristan… Eric Green, a handsome baseball player. Eric was super sweet, but at the end of the day he was never who I wanted.

I didn't intentionally set out to hurt anyone. The way I strung Eric along, knowing I was in love with someone else, left me feeling like a self-centered jerk. Ironically, when Tristan was injured, our relationship started to come together for us while Eric and I fell apart.

Who'd have thought a broken collarbone and a concussion would've made us get our heads removed from our asses. But God, the brunt trauma Tristan suffered was bad. Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.

I shifted in my seat, removing myself from the past, looking forward to our future.

Peeking over at Tristan's profile, my chest tightened. The fact that he was able to pull off looking so incredibly sexy that early in the morning awed me. The gritty stubble shadowing his strong jawline and the way strands of hair framed his warm eyes quickened my pulse.

Tristan glanced my way and grinned. Lifting our hands, he brushed a feathery kiss across my skin. "What's got you so quiet, Spud?"

My knuckles tingled where his lips touched. "Oh, you."

His smile deepened. "Well, then carry on."

I fought to keep my eyes open during the rest of our drive. Tristan ran his finger along my cheek, the enamored glint in his eyes made my insides jump.

"You look tired. Get some sleep." Those perfect, full, kissable lips formed into a sexy, hell-bent grin. "You're going to need plenty of rest."
He tore his eyes away from me and back to the road. Sliding the back of his hand down my arm, he then laced our fingers together. "We're leaving after dinner tomorrow. We haven't finished making up for," he turned back to me and winked, "lost time yet." Tristan squeezed our hands, sending the normal thumping inside my chest into hyper-drive.

I stretched out the soreness from my arms and legs. After the early morning surprise in bed, we woke up and finished another round of lovemaking in the shower. Years of listening to Alyssa prattle on and on about her sexual escapades, I finally understood her, um, enthusiasm. Speaking of which, she was going to flip the next time I talked to her. Man, I missed our late night, or morning talks, although being with Tristan felt right. Perfect.

Tension pulled at the corners of his eyes.

I squeezed his hand. "Hey, what's wrong?" I balled my other hand, worry settling in my shoulders.

He brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Um, I don't think so. I attempted to free my hand from his, but his hold remained strong. I gave up. "I can take it, whatever it is. Just spit it out." My stomached knotted, betraying the lie.

"I'm telling my parents about us." He glanced down, and the tension cornering his eyes moments ago fell. The side of his mouth pulled up in a cocky grin. "I'm almost hoping my dad kicks me out." He winked. "Then I'd have an excuse to stay with you."

I frowned and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Shit. His dad hated me. As much as I loved Tristan, I didn't want to be an added cause to their problems, especially since Tristan and his dad never got along in the first place.

I shook my head. "No, I don't want to ruin this. We're together so there's no use in creating a potential problem between you and your family. I love you, Tristan. I'm not going anywhere. Spend time with your parents and we can tell them about us once we're back at school."
Tristan gazed ahead, concentrating on the road in front of us. He remained silent for quite a few minutes, making me worry my bottom lip even more. Finally, he glanced over at me.

"No, I've waited to tell them you were mine for years now. No way am I going to pass up the first chance I get in order to make my dad happy."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.

"I'm not playin', Spud." His eyes darkened and wrinkles crested his forehead.

Stubborn ass. "All right, fine. I'll leave my window unlocked," I grinned, raising a brow, "but only if you're lucky."

Tristan chuckled softly, resting our hands in his lap. With his attention back to the road, I closed my eyes and prayed nothing terrible would happen between him and his dad. I used to think Mrs. Daniels didn't approve of me, but after Tristan's stay in the hospital, her behavior had changed. She'd been nice. Maybe his dad would do the same.

My throat dried–this time from not knowing if I'd be able to see my sister, Heather, this year. Hopefully this Christmas would be different for both our families. Tristan and I were due for a little peace.

Losing the battle with my eyes, I ended up falling asleep the rest of our way home. Tristan reluctantly dropped me off at my mom's house. Once my bags were unloaded in my room, he kissed me. His kiss lingered, making my legs weak and my heart ache when the sweet embrace ended. Intensity and heat blazed in his eyes when he backed away.
Clearing his throat, he said, "I'm having a hard time leaving you."

Thursday, 25 December 2014

Wishing you all the blessings and spirit of the season
 

Happy Christmas

Wednesday, 24 December 2014

An Always Cambridge #Giveaway Christmas #BYOB Bring Your Own Body Armor! #mob #RomSusp

Wishing you all the blessings and spirit of the season
Happy Christmas 
&
Merry Cambridge!

A Cambridge Christmas Consists of Wiseguys and Mobsters—
Armed and Dangerous. 
Join Us, Won't You?

Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge

This Holiday Season catch up on the Always Cambridge Series and find out why readers can't get enough. It's the gift that keeps on giving!

Once the meal is over and the company goes home, the last thing you want to do is clean up, so instead, jump into the life of Holly Cambridge, a not-so-typical teenager. This six book saga follows Holly from age nine, into her forties. From her early years with father and mob boss, Bill Cambridge, to her violent teenage years and a burgeoning relationship with her bodyguard, Randy Phillips, to her years on the run as an informant for the FBI, and Special Agent Alex Orton. To infiltrating a rival family and finding herself in the arms of her natural born enemy, Victor Mayhue, and loving it!

Violence, danger and sex!
The mob, the Feds and so much more!

The twists and turns will keep you on the edge or your seat but keep the tissues handy too.

Hang on and enjoy the ride. Oh and you might want to bring your own body armor! Christmas at the Cambridge compound can turn dangerous in the blink of an eye.
 

*** GIVEAWAY***
As a Christmas/New Year's treat, I'll be giving away the first three books in the series. That's Always Cambridge, Running AND Misfortune of Birth to ONE lucky winner. Leave a comment and an email addy for a chance to win the first three books in this SIX book series.

Be forewarned this is a true saga. Each new installment begins precisely where the last ends. The books should be read in sequence. I'm only offering half of the series in this giveaway. 

I'll choose a winner, at random with the help of random.org, Friday January 9th, 2015. 

For more on this series click HERE or check out the reviews and ratings on Goodreads.

Sandra from Goodreads : 'Wow, just wow! Perfect conclusion! For the first time since I've been reading books, I wish there are more books in Series!'

Naksed   'I have not enjoyed a book series this much in a long time if ever.'

Join Us Dec. 24! Coffee Time Romance Santa Watch and #Giveaway! @CoffeeTimeRoman

Merry Christmas To All!

We hope you'll join us at Coffee Time Romance. We're on Santa Watch this year! Join your favourite authors for some festive fun and free stuff! Special thanks to the lovely Tarah Scott for the invite to this extra special event! My guest spot is at 1:30 p.m. EST. Hope to see you there!

Keep an eye out!

Here's the schedule: (I'll try and pop up the links as they become available but it's a busy day so forgive me if they don't go up as the times pass) but you can check here at Coffee Time anytime) Cheers!

Opening 8:00 AM

Pippa Jay      9:00 AM


Santa Watch #1 BJ Scott 9:30


Kayelle Allen 10:00 AM


Santa Watch #2 Kay Springsteen 10:30 AM


Kristina Haecker 11:00 AM


Nathalie eBookKindleLover Bernier  11:30 AM


Sue-Ellen Welfonder 12:00 AM


Santa Watch #3 T. C. Archer 12:30 AM


Ceci Giltenan 1:00 PM


Santa Watch #4 H. K. Carlton #4 1:30 PM


Tarah Scott 2:00 PM


T. C. Archer 2:30 PM


Santa Watch #5 Lee Brazil 3:00


Debra Jupe 3:30 PM


Mary Ann Jordan 4:00 PM


Santa Watch #6 Joanne Wadsworth 4:30


Collette Cameron 5:00 PM


I Smell Sheep  5:30 PM


Sam Cheever  6:00 PM


Santa Watch # 7 Tarah Scott 6:30


Natasha Blackthorne  7:00 


Angel Payne 7:30 PM


Santa Watch #8 Joanne Davis 8:00 PM


Ruth Hartman 8:30PM


Santa Watch #9 Hildie McQueen 9:00


Ashley York 9:30 PM


Ella Quinn  10:00  PM


Santa Watch #11:00


Shirlee Busbee 11:30


Santa Watch #11 T. C. Archer 11:45


12:00 Midnight: Farewell



Hope you'll joins us. 
Merry Christmas to All and to All a Good Night! 

Monday, 22 December 2014

#ReleaseDay Blitz - Drake Restrained 4 by S.E. Lund @elizal2012 #LadyAmbersBookTours


Title: Drake Restrained 4
Author: S.E. Lund
Genre: New Adult, Erotic, Contemporary Romance Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb:

Drake Morgan, MD, Neurosurgeon, bass player, philanthropist – Dominant.

He doesn't do girlfriends, he doesn’t do sleepovers, and he certainly doesn't do breakfast in bed the morning after. He has his surgical slate at New York Presbyterian, he has a charitable foundation providing surgical tools to hospitals in Africa, he has his Brit Invasion cover band, Mersey, and he has his secret life as a Dominant in Manhattan's BDSM community.

Into bondage, D/s and the occasional dungeon scene, Drake keeps every part of his life separate, the divisions between them neat and tidy. His weeks are filled with surgeries, music and D/s sex, and none of the well-planned and scheduled parts of his life intersect.

That is until Kate McDermott crosses his path and screws everything up. Now, nothing is neat and tidy anymore, for Drake is smitten and things are going to get messy…

In Part 4 of Drake Restrained, Drake and Kate reunite in Manhattan and begin an affair in secret, pushing their sexual and emotional boundaries.

***Note*** This is a novella, and is part 4 of the Drake Series. The Drake Series is The Unrestrained Series told from Drake's point of view. The novella contains new material and material from The Agreement told from Drake's point of view.

The series is intended for 18+ due to explicit content.



S. E. Lund lives with her family of humans and animals in a small city in Western Canada in an old house on a quiet tree-lined street. Besides writing erotic, contemporary and paranormal romance, she writes science fiction and fantasy, science fact, advocates for climate action, plays piano and dreams of living in a warm climate by the ocean. 

Author Links:

Website: www.selund.com
Twitter:  @elizal2012

I rose up and went to an armoire, sorting through my belts, testing them one after the other, but I was unhappy with them all. The leather was too thick and unyielding. She’d get abrasions from them if she tugged too much on them in the heat of the moment. Then I examined a hanger with several ties on it, selecting a black leather tie. It was supple enough that it wouldn’t chafe. I returned to the bed and held it out in front of her so she could see it. Thin and flexible, it was from a bygone fashion era. I caught her grin as I examined it and turned to face her.

"Ms. Bennet, that grin is entirely inappropriate to the mood I'm trying to create…"

She covered her mouth, trying to hide a huge smile. "Master, I'm sorry," she said, her voice betraying amusement. "But I was imagining you wearing it when you were a college student… So hip with your thin leather tie. I bet the coeds were all over you."

"Oh, I was very groovy, Ms. Bennet, in my day," I said, grinning back at her, enjoying her impertinence despite my best attempts to get her to take this seriously.

To bring her back into scene, I took her hands very roughly in mine and held them over her head, my grip firm, my expression as stern as I could muster given my own amusement.

"You are too cute, Katherine, and able to distract me too well, but I want you to focus on what I'm doing here and now."

Her eyes widened, the smile fading on her face. I didn’t want to scare her, but I wanted her in the right headspace. She had to take this seriously if it was going to work. It couldn’t become a joke. It was serious.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

I stared into her eyes, trying to impart as much dominance as I could. 

"If your mind wanders, I'll have to bring you back with me,” I said. “I want you here, with me, mentally and emotionally, Kate. With me in the moment. Focused."

She nodded but said nothing and I hoped I hadn’t gone too far too soon. She was being disciplined through my showing her my displeasure at her attitude. I kept my eyes on hers, waiting to see compliance in them.
She breathed in deeply beneath me and I saw her physically relax, her body going limp.

"Good girl," I said. I held her hands above her head with one hand and reached down to touch her bottom lip with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. How I’d imagined kissing her lips, licking that scar…

Then I leaned down and kissed her deeply, passionately, my lust and need for her almost overwhelming. She let out a little groan when I ground myself against her pussy. I pulled away and fastened her hands together with the leather tie, the knot tight but with some space so that there was no pressure on her skin.

"Test them. Feel them. They won't get any tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special knot, so don't worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But if they do get tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you can't tolerate."


She nodded and tried to pull her wrists apart. I fastened the other end of the leather tie to one of the spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. She pulled at the tie to feel how secure it was. She wouldn't be able to get free if she wanted to. Truly confined now, she was here until I released her.

She couldn't run away.

I saw the transformation in her. I always looked for it the first time I tied up my new subs—that moment when they realized they were at my complete mercy. It was subtle, just a change in breathing, a look in their eyes when their helplessness finally hit home. Kate panicked a bit when the reality of her bindings became real to her. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she starting breathing fast. I placed my hand around her neck to check her pulse, which was elevated, watching her intently.

"Now you understand."

Week 16 #MasturbationMonday Shhh, I've Been Thinking About This All Morning...



The rules are simple
 Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.

Masturbation Monday Week 16 

This prompt from Kayla made me think of all the lovely things a mouth can do, so this week I'm going to share a snippet from erotic contemporary romance Rock Me Gently. Hope you enjoy it.

The Blurb: 


Rock-God Jase West has it all. Millions of adoring fans around the globe, money, women, cars and the talent that afforded him the extravagant lifestyle he enjoys. Until one day, he takes a good look at himself and he doesn’t like what he sees.

After fulfilling his contractual obligations, Jase quits the music business and goes back to school. Re-emerging as Jason Westlake, history teacher.

During Jason’s first set of parent/teacher interviews, he meets Lainey Clarkson, the single mother of one of his students and he is immediately drawn to her. But Lainey is in the midst of a nasty divorce from a semi-famous pro football player and the last thing she wants is a relationship, especially with someone who is or has been in the limelight. However, Jason is pleasantly surprised to find that Lainey has no idea of his alter-ego Jase West and he decides to keep his celebrity a secret for the time being until she falls for him. Reasoning that by then, it will be too late for her to just walk away.

But when Lainey finds out that she has been lied to and manipulated again, Jase has to put on the performance of his life to win her back. Or for once, will the guy who’s used to getting everything, lose out on the best thing that’s ever happened to him?



Erotic Excerpt: 

At lunchtime the next day at school, Jason checked his phone for messages hoping there would be one from Lainey. When he saw her name on the screen, his stomach jolted and he had to smile at his own weakness for this woman.

“Can you meet me for lunch?” he read out loud.
 
Ah, hell yeah, he texted back.

Almost immediately a response popped up. Meet me at your place in ten?

I’m there, he wrote and hightailed it out of the school.
* * * *

Lainey was already there waiting patiently in the driveway when he pulled up. God she looked beautiful. How did she just keep getting better and better-looking? Today she wore a classy double-breasted navy dress with gold buttons, almost military style, her dark hair done in a loose knot. He wanted to get his fingers into it.

Jason unfolded his tall frame from the little sports car. “Hey, beautiful.” Snagging her around the waist, he pulled her to him before taking her lips in a long hot kiss.

When he finally came up for air she breathed, “Well, hello, handsome. I think you just squished our sandwiches.”

He shrugged. “That’s okay.”
 
They walked up to the front door and he unlocked it. The minute they were inside and the door shut, she was back in his arms, kissing him madly. He was just about to tackle the buttons down the front of her dress when she started to sink down in front of him. Unfastening the button and fly of his tailored pants, she had them open before he could blink. Impatiently, she worked them over his hips and released his swollen cock to the air.

“God, Lainey, what are you doing to me?”

“Shh, I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” she confessed as she licked her lips, then slid them, warm and firm, around the head.

She pushed him back against the door.

Fuck! She’d been thinking about this all morning? She’d been thinking of giving him head? Thinking about his dick? Sucking it? His thoughts as well as what she was doing to him were going to make him come way too soon for his liking.

Jason splayed his fingers into her hair, holding her head as she ran her tongue from the bulbous head to the root, stopping to suck each ball softly, one by one, before making the journey back up. Jason watched it all from above. Her eyes were closed as if she were enjoying it too, maybe savoring it as much as he was. Having the visual along with the sensation was almost more than he could take.

Lainey licked the pre-cum from the tip before taking the crown into her mouth again. She made a humming sound of appreciation in the back of her throat, causing him to moan in response. She pulled his cock forward and took as much as she could, letting her lips and jaw close firmly around him, replicating her hot wet cunt. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, breathing hard.

Lainey wrapped her hand around the base of his dick as she withdrew back up to the tip. Then she began to go down on him until the tip hit the back of her throat. While making a fist she attempted to make up the rest of the distance. She began to pump her hand in conjunction with the mouth action.

Jason’s heart pounded, along with his blood. His grip tightened in her hair as he moaned his pleasure loudly. “Ahh, fuck, Lainey!” He gritted his teeth as she picked up the tempo even more.

Jason felt the hot rush of excitement building and building, higher and faster as she expertly sucked and stoked his eager cock. He clamped down on his glutes and tightened his thighs trying to stave off the inevitable, to eke out one more second of pleasure. But when she closed her other hand around his balls and she reached with her fingers adding some pressure back there, it was all over for him.

“Aww, God!” he hissed, dragging his hands out of her hair, placing them to her cheeks, stroking her in appreciation as he sprayed the back of her throat.

“Mmm,” she hummed again, not letting up on the rhythm until she’d milked every last drop from him. When she finally released her hold, he pulled her head against his stomach just hugging her.

She moved her hands up to his hips.

“Mmm,” Jason repeated. “Whoa!”

With her eyes half closed in desire, she looked up at him, her face flushed, her lips pink and swollen and she smiled at him.
He would never forget her expression. “You thought about that all morning?” he asked, his voice raspy.

She kissed his stomach and he helped her to her feet. “Yes,” she said simply, rising. “I can’t seem to keep you out of my mind either.”

“And you thought about that? Fuck me, how could I be so lucky?”

She grinned. “Ya liked that, huh?”

“Liked? Liked is too tame a word for that.”

Jason pulled her against him and he felt her tremble. He may have been lucky but she was still suffering some major arousal, he guessed. He started to pull up the skirt of her form-fitting dress. She resisted at first. “What are you doing?” she said attempting to smooth the material back down.

“Let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Come on, let me touch you. I know you’re turned on.”


She smirked and blushed.

They waged a tug of war for a moment before he decided to try a different tactic. He kissed her, hotly, teasing her until finally she worked her hands around his neck, and he seized the opportunity to pull her skirt up to her waist. There was no fight left in her.

Jason eased his palm down into her panties, allowing his fingers to sweep between her lips. He was met with soft, hot, slick liquid just waiting to be savored.

“Now what I wanna know is,” he whispered into her mouth, “were you this wet from thinking about what you were going to do to me, or was it doing it to me that got you so worked up?”
 

She didn’t answer, just kept kissing him hotly.

As soon as his fingers grazed her wet pussy, her mouth opened on his, in a quick inhalation of suspended pleasure and he knew by her response that she was on the very edge of an orgasm. He was torn. He wanted to sink down to his knees and return the favor, but he also wanted to take his time, the first time he licked her, to get her to this kind of peak. He wanted to taste her in every stage of arousal, from timid beginning to this beautiful slick end and everything in between. To hear the little noises she made when he did something she liked. To feel her excitement grow and expand until she convulsed and undulated under the assault of his tongue gliding through her folds and his lips sucking her to climax.

Running all four fingers into her crease from back to front he’d have to settle for fingering her for now. She seemed to melt at his touch. He paused to circle slowly and deliberately the hot hole begging to have something long and hard buried in it. She gasped when he slid his middle digit into her. But he didn’t stay sheathed for long before he swirled it over the tiny engorged bud burning for his touch.

Lainey exhaled in a rush. She wasn’t even kissing him anymore, she’d leaned her head into his shoulder, clinging to him as he stroked her with tiny slow circles. A small whimper escaped her lips right before she shuddered against him. He continued the little rounds until she flattened her hand over his so that he cupped her pussy. She needed the added pressure, he assumed.

“Feel better?” he asked, when she calmed. He knew he didn’t.

He was now back where they started with another intense boner.

“No,” she said breathlessly. “I want it all,” she admitted, palming his erection.

He groaned, thrusting his hips, making sure she felt the fullness.

She glanced at her watch. “But you, Professor, need to get back to school. I hear they frown on the teachers being late.”

“I seriously don’t know how you expect me to go back there. I am indecent, just like you had me at the park. My mind will be here,” he indicated where she’d been kneeling in front of him just moments before. “I won’t be able to speak. And I’ll be thinking about this,” he gave her box a squeeze, “and your sweet freakin’ mouth the whole fuckin’ time.”

Tilting her pelvis she then pushed her sweet cunt more fully into his hand before she stepped away and shimmied her tight skirt back down over her delicious ass. “Would you like me to apologize then? Take it back? Never ask you if you’re free for lunch ever again?”

“No,” he answered sulkily.

“Then do up your pants like a good boy and let’s go.”

He did, tucking his disobedient cock back into his pants, zipping up with a grimace and a tug to readjust.

They walked back out into the sunshine. Jason locked the door and followed Lainey down the drive to her car.

“Here, eat this on your way back.” She handed him a sandwich.

“Thanks.”

“I meant to make you happy, not sullen.” She pouted.

“I am. You did.” He sighed heavily and pulled her into his embrace. “I just want you so fuckin’ bad, all the time.”

“Me too.”

“I just want to curl up and take our time. We are always in a rush.”

“I know we are. But next weekend we can take our time,” she said into his chest.

It seemed like an eternity. He eased back so that he could look at her but still keep her in his arms. “I can’t wait. I want to go to sleep buried inside you and wake up with you in my arms.”
 

When her eyes softened, his heart stuttered. “That sounds wonderful,” she breathed.



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