This year I'm taking part in the AWESOME Christmas Blog Hop. There are so many chances to win you have to see it to believe it--and no, I'm not exaggerating! The hop starts Friday, December 16, 2011 and goes till midnight Sunday, December 18, 2011. There are 185 authors participating! Just imagine all the goodies!
__All you have to do to be entered is comment, the more often you comment, the greater your chances are! The complete list of authors and their prizes are HERE
_ Three commenters on my blog will be chosen to win! Three prizes are:
An ebook copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage, A ‘Cyrus makes me Wet’ T-Shirt’, and winner’s choice of any of my books.
And as a special Christmas treat, I'm going to give you a nice sneak peek from my upcoming novel, The Dartmouth Cobra's: Game Misconduct. This is a hockey, menage, BDSM story with plenty of kink and a lot of rough play ;)
_Short blurb: The good ol' hockey game masters Oriana's life. Now a lineup that dominates on and off the ice will give her everything she needs.
Grinning, Sloan bent down to lick a drop of beer from her bottom lip. “Does that mean you’re coming back?”
Rather than answer, she set the beer on the bar and gave him a little nudge. Before he could get out of her way, she eased off the stool and let her body glide down his. He groaned when she wiggled her hips.
"I'll think about it."
He flipped up the bottom of the jersey and dug his fingers into her ass. “You keep that up and I won’t wait.”
“You can’t do anything here.” She hiked her chin up, shovelling defiance over rampant desire. This guy was way too cocky. Time to bring him down a notch. “Save you threats, Mr. Callahan. I’m not scared of you.”
Tim cleared his throat. “Just a suggestion, Oriana, and then I’m out of here.” He laughed when she tried to twist away from Sloan. “Taunting your Dom is a bad idea. ‘specially when he’s a sadist.”
Oriana gulped when Tim walked away. She suddenly realized Max had released her hand and stepped away from her to finish his drink.
Leaving her alone to deal with Sloan.
“I was joking.” She pressed her hands against Sloan’s chest and gave him the most innocent look she could muster. I'll be good. I promise. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
His answering smile didn’t bode well. “Oh, I’ll hurt you,” he said. “But not here. And not tonight.” He picked her up and dropped her on the stool. "Finish your beer."
"But—" She shut her mouth when his eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe she was a little scared of him. The rush of adrenalin in her veins made her skin feel cold. With a shaky hand, she brought her beer to her lips.
Sloan placed his hands on her upper thigh and framed his thumbs along the rim of her panties. She choked on a mouthful of beer as her clit throbbed. Hot, slick moisture spilled between her folds.
Max's presence behind her made her insides clench with need. He patted her back. "Breath, darlin'."
She gasped and tried to close her thighs. Solid hips worked between her knees. Hands clamped just above them.
A little whine escaped her as she realized whose hands held her open. "Max..."
Sloan's thumbs stroked her pussy.
"Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "You can't—"
"But I am." Sloan nibbled along the side of her throat as his fingers slipped into her panties. "And you want me to. You're so wet, babe. Be honest, you'd let me fuck you now if I wanted to."
Yes! Oh god yes! She shifted her hips forward and pressed her face against his chest to stifle her moans as one thick finger penetrated her. Part of her mind objected to letting him do this, here, where anyone could see. Reason made her say the words out loud. "We'll get caught."
"That's part of the thrill." Sloan strained to fill her with another finger even as he picked up his beer. If anyone was looking, they'd assume he was having an intimate conversation, his face betrayed nothing more. "Would you like another drink?"
His calloused fingers, all slicked with the spill of moisture, thrust in and out slowly, gentle and erotic. Not quite enough to make her scream—unless it was for more. Her whole body quivered, chanting 'Deeper, faster, harder!' drowning whispers of reservation.
Lips sucked at her neck, then a tongue trailed a hot path up to her ear. Max whispered. "He asked you a question, love. Would you like another beer?"
"Mmm." Her eyes rolled back as Sloan teased her clit with his thumb. The rim of the beer she held bumped her bottom lip. She drained the bitter dregs and blindly attempted to set the bottle down on the bar. A searing wave of arousal made the bottle slip from her hand. Max caught it just in time.
"I think she's had enough." Max said.
Enough? What? No! She whimpered, sure Sloan would leave her a quivering mess—unfulfilled and longing.
"I agree." Sloan pressed his thumb down on her clit and resumed dipping his fingers into her, again and again, fast and hard, until she was sure everyone in the bar could hear the rhythmic wet slap of his palm on her pussy. "Just give me a minute."
Another finger joined the others. Stretching, twisting. She fell back onto Max. Sloan flicked her clit, once, twice, then drove his fingers in deep. Her spine bowed and her hips bucked. A violent orgasm tore through her and only Max's lips on hers kept her from screaming.
Sloan dragged a few more spasms from her and casually withdrew his fingers. He covered her with her lace panties and patted her pussy, making her jerk and moan. Not enough. Need everything. Please!
“How about we take this back to my place?” Max helped her off the stool, holding her when her legs refused to solidify. "I think she's had her taste. Time for a full course."
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