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Hot Temps, Hotter Cowboy–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hey there! Rhonda Lee Carver here. Spring has finally sprung–and so have the Nirvana cowboys. Temperatures are hot and so are the cowboys living in paradise in Wyoming. Book 5, Cowboy is Mine, is up for pre-order and this book is hoT, HoT, HOT!

Spring brings new beginnings, but second chances are happening at Nirvana. And a bit of role-playing…

Blurb: Welcome to Nirvana. Your wish is a cowboy’s command.

An author. An injured pro football player. And hot nights in paradise. Nirvana has never been better.

Krista shows up at Nirvana, not for vacation, but she wants a divorce. Yet when she sees her husband for the first time in years, the last thing she can think about is dissolution papers and freedom. She wants to saddle her cowboy and take a ride down memory lane with her stud.

Dodge has no intention of signing those papers–at least not at the moment. Krista is as hot as a pot of oil over an open fire and he plans to show her that he has the endurance and the amazing moves as a cowboy as he had when he was a pro football player. No surprise, his wife has a thing for role playing and he’s more than happy to make his bedroom into their stage.

When a bombshell guest wants to sink her claws into Dodge’s back, Krista makes it clear, “Cowboys is Mine”…at least temporarily. She’s jealous. Dodge’ll take what he can get. He has something up his sleeve that’ll create a twist in their relationship and will put his NFL moves to shame.

 

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EXCERPT:

“I didn’t get all dressed up for nothing.”

Dressed up?

She lifted one hand and with a twist of her wrist, she sent the coat falling to the floor. There were times in a man’s life that he would give his soul to have one touch of a treasure…and for Dodge, this was his defining moment. Krista stood before him wearing a black peekaboo lace one-piece outfit with a garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings.  He could see her hardened nipples through the keyhole material and she wore no panties. He’d never laid eyes upon anything more sinfully sexy. His gut twisted and his cock was ready to break his zipper.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” He rubbed his jaw and whistled through his teeth. “You don’t plan on taking any prisoners, do you?” There was a quivering to his voice that should have told her exactly what his thoughts were.

She smiled and his world lit up. “I know your old injury was bothering you yesterday and I wanted to mend you. My new friend didn’t have a nurse’s costume, so I chose this instead. I’m sure it’ll suffice.” She slid her hands down her waist. “If I say so myself, it’s pretty hot.”

“Baby, that outfit’s not just hot, but this is a forest fire and I’m a superhero fireman ready to lend a hand.” He’d never been close to creaming in his jeans before, but if he wasn’t careful, he might be embarrassed.

She slowly swiveled, giving him an eyeful of her legs encased in the fishnet stockings as she sashayed her way across the small space of his cabin. The heels clanked against the wooden planks and her bare bottom made him salivate. She leaned against his dresser, bending her right knee and planting her heel against her calf in a Marilyn Monroe exotic stance. Fuck if he wasn’t ready to drop to his knees and plead with her to put him out of his misery.

“Okay, fireman, what fire would you like to extinguish first?” She brought her finger to her lips. “Here?” She leisurely lowered her fingertips over her chin, down the length of her neck, and stopped at the tops of her breasts that were teasingly visible in the mesh. “Here?” She tapped one pale globe. The outfit looked perfectly snug, showing off her slender waist and voluptuous hips that he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. “Or here?” She parted her inner thighs ever so slightly.

“I hope you don’t have to give the outfit back to your friend because those stockings will be in shreds when I’m finished.” He strolled closer, stopping within several feet, keeping his distance intentionally because he wasn’t sure it was safe to touch her without exploding from the inside out.

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The Country Doctor’s Bride – Available for PreOrder #HistoricalErotica by @AnitaPhilmar

I’m excited about this book because it’s the longest book in the series so far.

Like Deputy’s Bride, the Country Doctor’s Bride has a murder and mystery, along with hot sex scenes.

Dixy is a woman, hoping to go home to Georgia, but finds herself at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Witness to a murder, she is forced to stay in Naked Bluff, Texas until Deputy Kildare checks out her story.

But who wants to let a complete stranger stay with them when a murderer might be out to kill her?

Luckily, Doctor Nathaniel Murphy is more than willing to let the beautiful lady stay with him but he wants more than a few days.

Can this couple make it work?

 The Country Doctor Bride – comes out May 12
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on sale for 99 cents  Will go up to $3.99 on May 19

Sixth book in the Naked Bluff, Texas series

Hot stories set in 1860 Texas

Official Blurb:

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With no ties to Texas, Dixy secures a ride to the next town on her way out of the state. The driver, Tobias Poe offers to let her rest. While she’s in the back, he is shot.

Rushing to save him, she arrives in Naked Bluff, Texas.

The town’s doctor, Nathaniel Murphy can’t save him, but he can save her?

Penniless, alone, and now a murder suspect, Dixy has no alternative but to accept his help.

Can this couple build a future together or will someone silence her before she can identify the murder?

Excerpt:

Unexpectantly, Nathaniel turned. “Look, you appear to know
about taking care of people who are hurt. Most would never have tried to stop
the flow of blood by applying a compress.”
Darn, she’d forgot her bloomers were
covered with blood too. Disheartened by the thought, she didn’t contemplate her
reply and blurted out, “My dad was a doctor. I helped him in his practice.”
“You’re hired.”
Blinking at his sudden offer, she shook her head. “I can’t.
It wouldn’t be proper for me to stay here. I’m not married.”
To make sure she fully understood his living arrangements,
she added, “Perhaps you’re married? And I haven’t had…”
“No, which means this will work out perfectly. We’ll simply
tell everyone you came here to marry me.” He walked to her and captured the
hand she’d lifted to clutch her chest.
“What are you nuts? I don’t even know you.” She fought the
sudden whirling sensation of her world spinning out of control.
“Are you familiar with anyone in the area?” He wrapped his
other arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
“No, my father died of a fever several months ago. Now, I’m
heading back home to Georgia. I have a few distant cousins that still reside
there,” she muttered, confused as to why he’d even make such an idiotic
suggestion.

 

“Good, this is the perfect solution to both of our problems.
You’re looking for a place to live, and I need an assistant.” He didn’t give
her a chance to respond. Instead, he swept her up into his arms and walked up
the stairs. 

Available at amazon

Also, check out the other books in the series and read excerpts at www.anitaphilmar.com

In Deep Water
In Too Deep
More Than Ready
The Deputy’s Bride
A Cowboy’s Pleasure
The County Doctor’s Bride

 

A Cowboy’s Passion – coming soon.
Have an awesome day,
Anita
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Summer Lover Coming May 18th by Anna Lund

I’m excited to announce that my third spanking romance with Blushing Books will be released on May 18th. This one is not part of my Norian Masters world, but a stand alone romance with a lake cottage setting perfect for curling up with on a lazy afternoon. And getting you in the mood for a hot summer night.

Unofficial Blurb:

Ethan and Hayley were summer lovers until the year Ethan didn’t come back to the lake. Now, after a health scare, the workaholic CEO has returned for the weekend, under orders to relax. He thought the trip was going to be a waste of time until he sees Hayley again. He soon realizes she’s what’s been missing from his life.

Hayley never stopped loving Ethan. They pick up where they left off, kissing, bantering and enjoying fun spankings that lead to hot sex. But he’s a city boy and she’d never leave her cottage by the lake. Ethan has a plan that might give them both what they want – or break them up forever.

Here’s a little excerpt to tease you:

Still clutching the handle of his laptop case, he looked out the bank of floor to ceiling windows that faced Barden Lake. The setting sun threw ripples of red and gold across the water. He loosened his tie, unbuttoned his top button, and without thinking, crossed the room and stepped through the French doors. The sky was on fire. He’d forgotten how beautiful the sunsets were here.

This secluded cove was unique, at least for Barden Lake. Dozens of cottages ringed the lakeshore, but except for the ones directly across the wide lake, only this cottage and the one next door were visible from here.

Our own little private cove. A musical voice he hadn’t heard in years whispered in his ear with the memory.

He was so engrossed in the setting sun, it was a moment before he noticed the movement off to the side in the water. With the sun low and behind her, all he could make out was a woman’s silhouette rising from the lake.

The water shimmered around her and each step revealed more of her breathtaking body. Water cascaded over her shoulders and down her chest. Her full breasts bounced with each step and he sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her nipples. Her waist dipped in above nicely rounded hips, leading to long, trim legs. His eyes zeroed in on the wet curls at the juncture of her thighs and all his blood shot south.

Her body glistened as the drops of water on her skin picked up the remaining rays of the sun. He could tell the exact moment she noticed him standing there, staring at her like a voyeur. She stumbled a little as she stepped out of the lake onto the grassy shore, but she didn’t screech or call out to him or dive for cover behind the lone maple tree that marked the boundary between the two properties. Instead, she lifted her chin and sauntered slowly over to the large towel lying at the base of the tree.

He barely caught a glimpse of her face, but a memory of soft red hair with gold highlights, sparkling green eyes and a wide, sassy smile slapped into his brain. Could it be…?

His heart raced. Of course, it was. It couldn’t be anyone else. Hadn’t some part of him hoped he’d still find her here?

Ethan’s mouth watered as she slowly bent down to pick up the towel. Did she purposely turn so her tempting ass faced him? Was she teasing him? Or mooning him? Or begging for the slap of his hand? Whichever, he was now hard and hurting as he continued to watch her. There was no way in hell he could turn away now.

She didn’t bother drying herself off as she straightened and wrapped the large beach towel around her body. A ridiculous sigh of disappointment escaped his lips when she was covered. Her long wet hair flowed down her back like a waterfall and he wanted to run his fingers through it.

Then she turned to face him and the memories washed over him like that waterfall. Five years later, he still remembered her perfectly. Remembered every single sensation. Every cry of passion and need. Every touch and lick, every suck and slap of flesh against flesh.

His mouth might have been watering only a moment ago, but as she crossed the lawn and climbed the steps to join him on the deck, his throat was so dry he couldn’t say a word. Water continued to stream from her hair and skin. The towel caught some of it, but water soon pooled on the floor at her feet. The sun had almost met the horizon and Ethan wished he could see if the green of her eyes was still as deep as he remembered.

“You’re early.” She sounded more than a little annoyed. Was it really just because he was early? Or that he’d showed up here at all?

“Hello, Hayley.” He fought a smile and kept his voice level. “You’re looking good.”

When I get the cover and official blurb, I’ll be sure to share them with you. In the meantime, mark your calendar for May 18th, or like my FB page.  https://www.facebook.com/annalundauthor/ to get more information.

Anna

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Hot cover & Giveaway–Rhonda Lee Carver

by Rhonda Lee Carver

I don’t particularly like being interviewed, no matter what the reason. I have a tendency to speak my mind and sometimes, well, it’s not what people want to hear. Or, I totally screw up my answer and fret how stupid I sounded. For the first time in ever I actually didn’t ‘screw’ up. A few days ago I agreed to an open forum of Q & A at a local book club and was quite enjoying myself meeting avid readers and book lovers. Then I was asked, “Having young children, aren’t you afraid one or all of them will read your books and learn the birds and the bees from you the wrong way.”

My answer, “Growing up, how did you learn about the birds and the bees? I know for myself, it was sitting in front of the TV watching countless porn movies where women were being groped and moaning which sounded much more like protesting from deep within their chests. Even now, how many of our kids are watching porn to get an idea of what sex is all about? I don’t write books for children, and have never stated that I did. Most of my readers are married women, over the age of thirty and are looking for the excitement, intrigue, a fantasy world that a romance offers. However, if one of my books lands in a teenager’s hands, then what they’ll read is a story about love, respect, kindness…two people genuinely appreciating and loving one another. In what porn do you see this? And my books have less foul language then they hear at school on a daily basis.”

The woman sat back in her chair, bug-eyed and mouth agape. Several others applauded my answer. Point is, be prepared for all of those sneaky questions that could take you off guard.

I’m working on book 2 of The KNIGHT Brothers and I wanted to show off my cover…

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Watch for the release soon!

I have a cowboy coming on May 2. Cowboy is Mine, Book 5, Cowboys of Nirvana. It’s up for pre-order.

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Welcome to Nirvana. Your wish is a cowboy’s command.

An author. An injured pro football player. And hot nights in paradise. Nirvana has never been better.

Krista shows up at Nirvana, not for vacation, but she wants a divorce. Yet when she sees her husband for the first time in years, the last thing she can think about is dissolution papers and freedom. She wants to saddle her cowboy and take a ride down memory lane with her stud.

Dodge has no intention of signing those papers–at least not at the moment. Krista is as hot as a pot of oil over an open fire and he plans to show her that he has the endurance and the amazing moves as a cowboy as he had when he was a pro football player. No surprise, his wife has a thing for role playing and he’s more than happy to make his bedroom into their stage.

When a bombshell guest wants to sink her claws into Dodge’s back, Krista makes it clear, “Cowboys is Mine”…at least temporarily. She’s jealous. Dodge’ll take what he can get. He has something up his sleeve that’ll create a twist in their relationship and will put his NFL moves to shame.

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Keeping Busy and a Hot Excerpt by Dalton Diaz

Once again, I couldn’t make it to RT, and as the pics start to flow, I’m feeling a bit bummed. I had high hopes for going this year because I love Vegas, and because I know that attending next year is unlikely with two kids graduating college and a big anniversary happening at the same time.

Thankfully, I have a few exciting things to keep me busy for the next week. The premier of season 2 of Outlander, the arrival of The Beast by Jr Ward, binge-watching the final season of True Blood (I was late to that party!), the construction that has finally begun on my house from last year’s storm damage, and hey…WRITING!

I’m going to leave you with a hot excerpt from Great Zeus, my story in the Gods Gone Wild anthology with Ashlyn Chase. Enjoy!

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Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt Pele for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget.

Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up.

Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Excerpt
“Who do you see when you look at me like that?”

What? The question brought me back to the present, where Hope was still dressed and standing in front of the bed instead of on it. She was also frowning.

I closed the distance between us and caressed her soft cheek. “You.”

“You called for Pandora when you ran toward the limo earlier. I’m not mad,” she clarified before kissing my palm. “I know you’re kind of obsessed with ancient Greek mythology. I just want to make sure you’re here with me.

That you know I’m flesh and blood Hope, a human who makes mistakes.”

“Don’t you get it? Pandora was a human gift from the gods.” I closed my eyes against a wave of emotion before being able to look at her to say the words. “I’m not mixing you up with some idea of perfection. I’m calling you, Hope, a gift beyond value. Faults and all.”

She was quiet for a moment before she nodded. “From anyone else, that would border on stalker scary. From you, it makes sense.”

I laughed. “Thanks. I think.”

“Will you do something for me now, though?” She licked her lips in a nervous gesture that made me want to beg for mercy.

“Yes.” It didn’t matter what she asked for, it was hers.

“Will you take your clothes off first this time?”

I stepped back and stripped without another word, or even a wince at leaving my pain-free zone. When I was done, I laid her hands on my bare chest.

“Please,” I took a deep breath. “Touch me.”

“Jack.” It was a whisper of desire. It was also the wrong fucking name.

“Please don’t get mad.” I put my hands over hers, afraid she’d pull away. “But that’s not my name. The Powers That Be thought I should go in under a fake name, and I’ll bet I can thank Tony for coming up with that one.”

“Thank god!” Her topaz eyes danced with humor. “So what is your real name?”

I couldn’t give her that, but it didn’t really matter beyond not calling me

Jack. “Theus.” I settled on getting as close to my real name as I dared.

“Yeah, I really am Greek.”

I kissed her, both to stop any more questions and because I really, really wanted to kiss her. It was all good until her soft palm slid down my body.

The next thing I knew, I was over her on the bed and she was pushing at my chest. “Theus, don’t you dare!”

The first time she used the name was in warning, dammit.

“Shit! Sorry!” I forced myself to roll to my back. “That was an out-of-control thing, not a trying-to-control thing, I swear.”

“Are you saying I need to tie you up?” she asked, clearly hopeful.

Oh fuck. We’d done that once. I still maintained it had resulted in a major earthquake credited to Poseidon. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. “Not helping!”

I felt her leave the bed. While the instant return of pain helped get me back under control, I had to wonder if I’d blown it after all. I couldn’t look, even when I heard the unmistakable sound of a suitcase zipper. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before I felt the bed dip with her weight.

When the movement stopped, I took a deep breath and let my arm fall to the sheets to clutch them in desperation. The only thing Hope was wearing was a look on her face that said she planned to eat me alive.

The next few minutes were delicious agony. Gentle touches that started at my brow, each caress followed by a soft kiss and a quick flick of her hot tongue. I let her draw it out for as long as I could, knuckles white on the sheets, body trembling out of control by the time she dipped below my rib cage. She was methodical in her torture, following a path that took her down the outside of one leg and up the inside of the other.

I’d dare any man to keep his cool when his lover spreads his legs and nips the tender insides of his thigh, let alone when that was followed by a hot flick of tongue. I was a mere man, and glad for it at that moment. Who knew what could have been unleashed with my normal energy.

She gave my other thigh the same nip and lick, but this time her tongue remained on my skin, flicking closer and closer to her true target.

“Ah, gods!” I couldn’t let her do it. One touch and I would come, and quite possibly disappear. If that happened before we made love, she would be emotionally destroyed.

Herculean effort my ass. Herc had nothing on what it took for me to release the bedsheets and grasp her hands. She looked startled, then wary. I knew what she was thinking, and that I had to talk fast.

“Please,” I rasped. “Can I be inside you the first time? After that—” I swallowed hard. “After that, it can be your mouth. Every damn day, if you want.”

That made her smile. “I’ll bet.” Her fingers tightened in mine. “But I understand what you’re saying about the first time, and I’d like that too. Theus, I…I love you. You said it before, but I didn’t. I want you to know that before our first time.”

Everything in me instantly calmed and filled with warmth. “I love you too.”

She took an audible breath. “You’re glowing again.”

“Damn straight.”

I pulled her up and into my arms and rolled us over. Not many couples got a second chance to recreate their first time together. She wasn’t a virgin this time, but I refused to dwell on that other than being grateful she wouldn’t feel any pain.

I couldn’t wait. Gods, she was so beautiful. I felt like I was drowning in those topaz eyes, letting my own love shine right back while I positioned my cock. She was hot and wet, so ready for me to make that first deep thrust.

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Hot Excerpt, The Sixth Lover by Alice Gaines

I just spent a crazy six weeks revising a book and writing a new novella.  What a way to enter Spring.  There’ll be much more about them in the coming months.  This month, I thought I’d treat you to an X-rated excerpt from one of my older books, The Sixth Lover

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Images of Pete’s rigid member haunted Carole’s dream. He was so huge, and her body craved him. No matter how hard she tried to take him inside her, his cock eluded her—always moving away at the last moment. She woke up in a state of excitement too powerful to ignore. So, as Thomas had instructed in his letter from months ago, she slipped her hand under the covers and pulled the hem of her nightgown up so that she could touch her mound. She gasped at the contact. Not what she’d sought in her dream, but the best she could do until one of the men could relieve the ache—assuming she found the audacity to ask one of them outright to fuck her. She had only met them the day before, after all.

 

As she let her mind drift back into the dream, a small sound penetrated the fog of arousal. Someone walking on the terrace just below her open window. Someone close enough to be listening to what went on in her room.

 

She walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough, Jean-Paul was standing on the terrace, staring over the wall at the garden and the vineyards in the distance. The moon shone brightly enough to show the black of his hair and the rigid set of his back. As she watched, he turned slowly and gazed up at her. Somehow, he’d known about her restlessness. Somehow, he’d guessed that she’d look out and find him. He wore the same half-amused expression on his face—as if he could read inside her and realize the height of her need for a lover.

 

No, not a lover with him. Something more complex. And yet, he was a man and had a cock. He’d watched her fellate his friend to orgasm. He had to have become aroused himself, no matter how much he’d try to hide it. Unless he’d had some relief since dinner, he’d fell the need for coupling as bad as she did. He did nothing to beckon her, though, but simply turned and gave her his back

 

Not bothering with a robe or slippers, she let herself out of her room and padded down the stairs. She had to go down a series of unfamiliar hallways, using her best sense of direction to find her way to the spot below her bedroom. A tall door stood ajar at a promising spot, so she let herself out through it. Yes, the terrace. Jean-Paul leaned against the stone wall a few yards away, so she went to him and took a spot beside him.

 

“You should sleep in the nude while you’re here,” he said without moving his stare from the distance. “We might want to visit you.”

 

“Isn’t this a visit?”

 

“I couldn’t sleep,” he answered.

 

“I couldn’t, either.” She moved closer to him so that her shoulder nearly met his. “I imagine we’re both restless for the same reason.”

 

He shrugged.  “Pete’s probably sleeping soundly. He always does.”

 

“And the staff?”

 

“Safe in their own quarters.” He moved finally, stepping behind her. Still not touching her, he reached around and rested his hands on the wall. Until then, the night air had felt warm enough, but now his body heat seeped into her skin. Denied until now, her poor sex moistened in anticipation. He breathed deeply as if he could smell her musk, the evidence that she wanted him.

 

“Have you ever watched cats mate?” he asked.

 

“I never kept pets.”

 

“They don’t look as if they’re enjoying it,” he said. “You’d think they were fighting except for the way the female lifts her ass into the air to tempt him.”

 

Finally, he did touch her, putting his palms on her buttocks. Not unlike the way he’d touched her when she’d come down for dinner, but now he kneaded the flesh. “You’ve been tempting me with this since you came into the house.”

 

“You’re the one who left that dress on the bed.”

 

His hands went lower, still squeezing. His fingers slipped between her thighs. Even from behind like this, they neared her sex enough to squeeze the lips and put pressure on her clitoris. More wetness seeped from her, dampening the cloth of her gown enough that he’d have to feel it.

 

“Damned clothing,” he muttered. He fumbled with the tie of his robe and then gathered up the skirt of her gown in his fists.

 

Yes. Now, he’d do something. He’d either touch her or fuck her. She’d come either way. Finally, his cock pressed against her bare skin. Not as large as Pete’s, but rock hard and hot enough to sear its imprint into her flesh. She whimpered with need. Just like in her dream—the hardness so close but not inside her.

 

“The male cat holds his female down, covering her with his body. She accepts his roughness. It excites her.” He parted her legs, stepped between them, and drove his rod up into her. No tenderness. No caresses. No soft words. Just what she wanted. She didn’t even have to look at him. She could just take and take and take.

 

Without breaking their union, he pressed her hands against the rocks of the wall and covered them with his own. His cock went right on moving inside her. Harder and deeper. Like the cat, she arched her back to offer him maximum penetration. He whispered a string of French as he kept shoving himself inside her. No translation necessary, the meaning came through. Soft, sweet, and nasty, the words told the story of males and females in heat. Coming together in the most primitive way possible.

 

As his thrusts grew more savage, he pushed on her hands so hard that the stones pressed into the flesh of her palms. She wouldn’t complain, though. She wouldn’t do anything to slow him. The climax was too close—coiling deep in her belly. She clenched her sex down on him, seeking more friction. In response, he grunted and ground himself against her with each thrust.

 

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”

 

He bit her shoulder, right through her gown. Truly animal now. Both of them.

 

“Come,” he whispered.

 

“Yes…yes.”

 

He let out a growl and continued thrusting. To steady herself, she kept her palm firm against the stones of the wall. “Fuck me.”

 

“Like this?” he said as he drove himself deeper inside her.

 

“Yes, damn it. More.” Just a little more. Close, so close. She tensed as every nerve caught fire. She would come now. “Keep fucking me.”

 

He did. Hard. Her sex exploded in violent orgasm, clamping down on him in waves. She screamed as the power of it stole her consciousness of anything but her pussy and the hard male flesh that plunged into it. He roared as he came with her and thrust so hard he nearly pounded her into the wall. Savage and sublime at the same time.

 

It left her aching when it ended—physically and mentally. Her palms hurt from scraping against stone. Her shoulder stung from Jean-Paul’s bite. Her pussy felt sore even as it continued sending aftershocks around his softening cock. Most of all, her mind screamed that she shouldn’t have enjoyed that.

 

Jean-Paul had shown her no tenderness.  He still didn’t. He slumped against her, breathing hard. Not a sweet word or a gentle touch. He’d truly fucked her the way animals rutted, and yet, he’d given her the most powerful orgasm of her life. How could she not want more of the same? Sex like that could become an opiate.

 

After a bit, he sighed and pulled out of her, leaving her sex empty and wet with juices from both of them. He didn’t move away but stood with his hands on her shoulders. Now, they both looked out over the land that had been in his family for generations. The dark garden and the rows of grape vines that had heard their cries of release.

 

“Ah, bien,” he whispered. “You did well, cherie.”

 

“I did?”

 

“Yes.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten. “The mousse au chocolat. Very creative.”

 

“You mean with Pete.” She looked over her shoulder, but his face lay in darkness too deep for her to read his expression.

 

“I could tell he enjoyed it tremendously.”

 

She turned her face away from him. He might as well have just slapped her with that “compliment.” Only a moment ago, he’d climaxed inside her, and he only praised her performance with his friend.

 

Bastard. He had climaxed, and he’d shouted loudly enough to wake up the dead. Maybe Pete had heard. Maybe the servants had. He could give her the back of his hand with his words, but his animal roar told the truth. He’d come as hard as she had.  He only wanted to deny it for some reason.

 

She smoothed her hair and walked away from him without a word.

 

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