Breathe With Me

Breathe With Me

Thursday, January 31, 2013

A Special Valentine's Day contest from Will Montgomery!

Happy February! Today, February 1, marks one month before the release of PLAY WITH ME; Will Montgomery and Meg McBride's story. You'll be happy to hear that you'll see plenty of Luke and Natalie, Nate and Jules, and the whole family in this fun book. To gear up for it, and to celebrate Valentine's Day (y'all know I'm a sucker for romance!), Will and I have come up with something fun.
I love it when Will comes up with something fun.
Usually, he gets this look on his face, and makes me all swoony:
But I digress...
Will actually came up with a fantastic idea to celebrate Valentine's Day. He's decided that because y'all are so awesome, and so excited to read about him and Meg, he wants to personally say thank you.
Now, before we tell you what you'll get if you win (and it's really, really good), here's what you need to do to enter the contest:
(It's kind of girly, so I came up with it. Will smirked at me. It's a good thing he looked like this while we were coming up with this little plan.)
Oh yes, how do you enter? Well, you're going to send us an email telling us about your most memorable Valentine's Day. MOST MEMORABLE! It can be funny, romantic, sexy... anything. Send it in an email here, and Will and I will read through them and choose a winner.
Now, by MOST MEMORABLE, we don't necessarily mean most romantic. For example, my most memorable Valentine's Day is actually the many that my mom celebrated when we were kids. She always, without fail, gave my brother and me gifts for Valentine's Day. And I'm talking good stuff... nice jewelry, things that we could keep forever. I still have a pair of gold butterfly earrings she gave me.
Will just smirked at me again. But says that he can't share his most memorable Valentine's Day because Meg would hurt him.
I like Meg very much.
So, send your email! The winner will be announced on February 10th.
The new cover for PLAY WITH ME will also be revealed on February 10th.
Now... what do you win, you ask?
Will came up with this stuff.
Two runners up will each win an advanced reading copy of PLAY WITH ME.
And the grand prize winner receives:
A personal letter from Will Montgomery
Godiva truffles
A Starbucks mug
$25 Starbucks gift card
Seattle Seahawks swag (he's still deciding what to send)
An autographed copy of COME AWAY WITH ME
And an advanced reading copy of PLAY WITH ME
See? He gives really, really good gifts and he looks like this:
You have from right now until midnight PST on February 7th to enter. The winners will be announced on February 10th here and on Twitter and Facebook.
Why are you still here staring at Will? Go enter!
Good luck, everyone!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

COVER REVEAL for Kelli Maine's Dolls & Doms Novella!

You all know I love Kelli Maine, right? Her Taken was in the top 5 of my favorite reads of 2012, and I think this girl is brilliant! On February 12th, THE SUBMISSION OF ALISTAIR INGRAM will be all yours to gobble up with a big glass of wine. I'm sorry, I can't provide the wine, but I'll be happy to provide Alistair. 'Cause this man is just TO. DIE. FOR.
Oh, I'm sorry, in all my excitement, I forgot to show you the cover! Here it is:
Right??? Hot. And here is the blurb, my friends:
Movie star Alistair Ingram strolled into Dolls & Doms private men's club in Las Vegas for his bachelor party and limped out with a torn shirt, red welts covering his chest and a broken engagement splashed all over the pages of every celebrity magazine in the country.

A session with club Dominatrix, Black Betty, will do that to a man.

With Alistair's manager breathing down his neck and Black Betty's abusive ex-husband alerted to where she's been hiding for the past ten years, there's only one thing to do:


And get the hell out of Las Vegas.

But the real ruse is on Alistair and Black Betty, because despite both of their best efforts, they've gotten under each other's skin. Can their explicit dance of domination and submission end in anything other than disaster?

THE SUBMISSION OF ALISTAIR INGRAM is the first in a novella series from, where erotic tales from the Dolls & Doms private men’s club are told in weekly episodes.
Now, y'all know how I love Kelli. And I absolutely adore Dolls & Doms! So, How 'bout a contest? I'd like to give away 10 (That's right TEN) copies of this thrill ride of a story on release day. To enter, leave a comment below, and will help me choose TEN winners on FEBRUARY 12th!!
Good Luck, and CONGRATS, KELLI!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

3000 FB Likes Excerpt - PLAY WITH ME

Wow... you guys blow me the eff away! You deserve something extra fun and sexy from Will and Meg... so here it is! Enjoy, friends!

“Is this really what you want to do all day?” I ask, lounging at the end of his couch. I’m in one of his old Seahawks jerseys and his boxer-briefs, since I don’t have any clothes here, and my hair is up in a knot on my head, no makeup.

Dear God, I must look horrific.

I glance over at Will, on the opposite side of the long, plush black leather couch. It’s really unfair that he looks so good in just basketball shorts and an old t-shirt.

“Why, is there somewhere you wanted to go?” he asks and flips through channels on his uber-huge television. We are in his media room, full of plush furniture, the outrageously enormous television – dear God, is he blind? Who needs a TV this big? – Seahawks memorabilia, a wet bar, a pool table. Basically a big ol’ man cave where boys can hang out and do boy things.

“No, I’m just surprised.” I lean back and plop my feet in his lap, getting more comfortable. He immediately wraps one big hand around the arch of my foot and rubs with his thumb and I sigh in contentment.

“It’s nice to relax once in a while. We haven’t really just hung out together much.” He offers me a soft smile, and my stomach flips, just a little. Gosh, he’s pretty to look at.

And he’s right. It feels good to be lazy. I’m still super tired from last night at work, and just lounging in Will’s extraordinary home with him all day is relaxing and perfect.

“Are we okay,” he murmurs, drawing my attention. His eyes are sober, and he’s watching me closely.

I turn my head to the side and offer him a half smile. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

He just nods and flips the channels to a show about whales on the Discovery channel.

“I’m hungry,” he announces.

“You’re always hungry,” I laugh and kick his thigh gently. “You just had a huge sandwich an hour ago.”

“Let’s order in pizza.”

“Let’s go get the pizza and bring it back,” I suggest.

“I like having you here, in my jersey, in my house, where I don’t have to share you and you don’t have to share me and we can just be.”

“Be what?” I ask.

“Us.” He pulls me into his lap and kisses me senseless, plunging his fingers into my hair and moving those amazing lips over mine. Then, just as suddenly as he started, he pushes me back onto the couch and reaches for his phone. “I’m calling for pizza.”


“You are such a fucking cheater!” Will is glaring at me from his position on the floor, his back against the couch, xBox controller in his hands. God, he’s adorable when he’s irritated with me.

“I am not!”

“All you’re doing is pushing all the buttons at once and waving the controller all about,” he accuses me. He’s right. I have no idea how to play this shit, and making him crazy is hilarious.

“It’s called strategy, Mr. Football Star.” I bat my eyelashes at him and laugh as his scowl deepens.

“You’ve never played this, have you?”

“Madden Two Thousand Thirty-Four? No.”

“It’s Madden 2013, smart ass.” Now he’s laughing at me. God, he’s fun.

“I’m still kicking your Seahawk ass. The guy with your name on the jersey looks nothing like you, by the way.” I pick up my soda and sip from the straw. We are surrounded by junk food. Pizza boxes, chip bags, cookie containers, you name it. It looks like a twelve-year-old’s birthday party exploded in here.

It’s fucking fun as hell.

“It’s a video game, babe, not a music video.”

I throw a chip at him, hitting him in the head, and he turns to glare at me. “Did you just hit me in the head with a freaking Dorito?”

“No.” I shake my head innocently and back up on the couch as he lays the controller on the coffee table and turns to me.


“You deserved it, smart ass.”

“I know what you deserve.” He kneels in front of me, grabs my hands and pulls me toward him and then in one swift move, pulls his jersey up over my head. “I don’t think you can borrow this anymore.”

“Fine.” I lean back against the couch again and cross my arms over my naked chest, covering up my breasts. Will’s lips twitch but he holds his smile back and gives me a mock-glare and grips his black shorts at my hips and yanks them down my legs and throws them over his left shoulder.

I think they land in the salsa.

“Those are mine, too,” he murmurs, his eyes glassing over as he sweeps his gaze from my face down my body.

I move to cross my legs, but he holds them still, hands on my thighs, and pushes himself up between them so his pelvis rests against my own and his lips are inches from my face.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.

I shrug, my smart mouth having suddenly left me, and just stare up into Will’s sea-blue eyes.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead, my nose, over to my dimple. “I love this dimple. Makes you look so innocent.” He smiles against my cheek and kisses it again. “Of course, I know differently.”

I chuckle and slide my hands up under his t-shirt, over the smooth muscles of his back. “Get naked.”

“I will.” He kisses his way over to my neck and runs his hand down my face to my breast to tease my nipple. I suck in a breath and squirm beneath him.

“Naked,” I repeat but he just chuckles and keeps up the torment, running those hands over my body, those lips down my throat to continue the torture of my nipples. Oh dear God, that feels good.

“Your skin is so damn soft.”  He’s on his knees again, kissing down my stomach to my navel where he pays special attention. He grips my hips in his hands, holding onto me, and bites and kisses my stomach, brushes his nose over it, and then kisses it some more.

Jesus, when did my stomach become an erogenous zone?

He suddenly jerks me to the edge of the couch and pushes my thighs wider apart and sits back on his heels, just looking at me.

“So damn beautiful,” he repeats. He raises his hand to my face, his eyes on mine, and runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek, brushes my lower lip with his thumb, and then traces the pad of his index finger down the hollow of my throat, down my sternum, my stomach, over my navel and my pubis.

I can’t move. I’m completely in his trance. For Godsake, we went from me playfully cheating my ass off on a video game to intense sexual tension in the matter of seconds.

Suddenly, he turns around and fishes an ice cube out of an empty soda glass and pushes it into his mouth. His eyes smile up at me before he lowers his head, and very gently, places a kiss right on my metal. His cold lips send a zing through my core and I raise my hips in response.

“Holy shit, that’s cold!”

He chuckles and does it again, but this time he slides down, hollows his cheeks and sucks my lips into his mouth with the cold ice and I about come apart. I grip his hair in my fists and hold him to me but he backs out of my grasp and shakes his head.

“Grip the back of the couch with your hands, babe.”



“This is going to get intense for you, and it’ll be even more so if you can’t touch me.” He gently caresses my thigh with his hand. “Trust me.”

I do.

So I grab the couch above my head and watch him. He smiles reassuringly and kisses my thigh, then fishes out another ice cube, but instead of pushing it into his mouth, he spreads my labia with one hand and, eyes on mine, guides the ice from my anus, through my folds, and up to my clit.

“Watch this, Megan.”

Sunday, January 20, 2013

2500 Like celebration excerpt from PLAY WITH ME

Okay, my friends, to celebrate my author page reaching 2500 new friends, I'm posting this really, really long excerpt from PLAY WITH ME, which releases in March. Remember, this is a first draft, and may be edited before publication! Happy Reading! xo

“Okay, what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the table at my friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a few hours ago, and all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna, Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other guests have gone home, leaving the eleven of us to drink shots and laugh and catch up.

I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.

If I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the bathroom with Will.


Probably not.

Speaking of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I ignore him and lift another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve toasted babies, rock and roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.

“Here’s to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie exclaims, earning fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the boys – all except for Luke – grumble about TMI.

“To orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.

I stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.

I glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his brother Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench just at the sight of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles and blue eyes.

I should have done him in the bathroom.

Stop it! That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.

“So, Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm around my shoulders. “Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”

“Because my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita. Damn, I really should have eaten more at dinner.

“Does your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.

“No,” I giggle.

“Then it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.

No, it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.

“You should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.

“You are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”

“Sing!” Jules demands.

“I can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”

“Okay, then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls her in his lap, laughing down at her.

“I think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face in her hand and smiles up at him.

“Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”

“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.

“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”

Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?

“Then let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.

Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.

This is crazy.

“I’m out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a deep breath.

“You’re not driving are you?” Nate asks.

“I’ll call a cab.”

“I’ll take you home.” Will stands too and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.

“You drank too,” I remind him.

“I had one beer. I’m fine.”



“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”

“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m vaguely aware of snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to kick anyone’s ass.

“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.

“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”

Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my friends. “He’s a big time football player. Did you know?”

Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out with us again.”

“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.

“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.

“Who you got?” I ask.

“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.

“Um, Will?”


“I lost my feet.”

“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t find my feet.”

Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!

“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against his chest.

“You don’t have to carry me.”

“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”

“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head against his shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.

“Not tonight.”

“I think I’m drunk.”

“What was your first clue?” he chuckles.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”

“Yeah, you scare me.”


“What kind of car is this?” I ask.

“It’s a Shelby.”

“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out with a guy who has a girlfriend!

“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”

“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.” He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by that, he pulls up to my townhouse.

“Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Stay there.”

I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.

Suddenly the passenger door is open and Will is leaning inside, pulling me out of the car. He gets me to stand, and then lifts me again.

“I could probably walk now.”

“I doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”

Well, I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my stomach is rolling and I have that icky feeling in the back of my throat.


“Where are your keys?” he asks.


“Do you want me to get them?”

“Yes.” Just breathe. Just breathe and you won’t throw up.

“Okay, I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”

Is he speaking English? I don’t understand him, all I can concentrate on is not throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my keys.

“This one.” I point to the house key and he unlocks the door and scoops me up again, carrying me inside.

“You don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.


“Why not?” he demands.

“Too expensive. Fuck, put me down.”

He lowers me to the floor and as soon as my feet hit the ground I sprint to the bathroom, and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the toilet.

It never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.

Oh, sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and I feel a sweat break out on my skin.

Suddenly my hair is scooped back off my face and a cold cloth is pressed to the back of my neck.

Fuck, I forgot he was here. How mortifying.

“You can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling the toilet.

“I’ll stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.

“I’m okay, Will.”

“I’m not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head and presses another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in delight.

“That feels good.”

“I know. Are you done throwing up?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, let’s get you in bed.”

“Hey!” My head jerks up and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not getting me into bed.”

“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky panky.” He grins and I groan as another wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.

“Okay.” I stand and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s just too tall for his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over. You can go.”

He glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make sure you’re asleep before I leave.”

“Why? I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”

“Because I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”

I frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in my dresser, shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with a scowl.

“Where are your pajamas?”

“I don’t wear pajamas.”

“So what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.


He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my drawers again until he finds an old t-shirt and throws it at me. “Here, put this on.”


“Because I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or I will be an asshole.” He looks almost angry.

“Turn around,” I murmur. When he’s facing the other direction, I quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the t-shirt over my head. I’m not wearing panties, but the t-shirt is long enough that you can’t see so I don’t care. “I don’t think I can take my sandals off without falling over.”

Will turns to me and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”

“I’m sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”

“Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me into the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders and drapes it on my desk chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.

“Your place is nice,” he mutters.

“Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a mostly-naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my back against his front.


“Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go, but damn if this doesn’t feel good.

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Prologue from FIGHT WITH ME in Nate's POV

Hello, gorgeous readers!

As a thank you to all of you for keeping all three of my books in the top ten of erotica on Amazon since the first of January, I decided to do a little something special. I know y'all love Nate McKenna and all his pierced, tattooed yumminess, and thanks to YOUR votes, I have written the prologue in Nate's point of view.

I hope you enjoy it!



I grip her round ass and lift her against the wall of the hallway outside my bedroom. I can’t wait another minute to feel her sexy, long legs wrapped around my waist. Julianne wraps her arms and legs around me and holds on tight as I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

God, she smells good. She’s all vanilla and clean sunshine, and she’s just so fucking sweet.

She pulls my hair out of the tie and pushes her fingers through it as I lean back to just look down into her bright, lust-filled blue eyes.

Fuck me, she’s beautiful.
She’s panting and clinging to me, and I rock my pelvis against hers, reveling in how hot her center is, even through my slacks. She offers me a sassy little smile. God, I love her smart attitude.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, Julianne?" I whisper against her lips. I can’t get enough of her lips. Soft and perfect, I nibble them again and when she rocks those hips, pushing herself against my cock, I can’t take it any longer.

"I need you naked, now." And I do. I lift her easily and carry her into the bedroom, not bothering to stop and turn on the light. If I’m not inside her, now, my dick will explode.

We make quick work of our clothes, pulling at each other, stripping the offensive fabric away and flinging them about the room until we’re naked, and now I have unfettered access to her gorgeous, slim body. I can’t stop touching her soft skin, over her firm breasts, her sides, her slim back.

I can’t fucking believe she’s here, finally. She’s my every fantasy.

I push my fingers into her amazing blonde hair and pull her lips to mine, kissing the shit out of her. Jesus, her lips are incredible, and if I don’t slow this down, I’m going to make a fool of myself before I even get her on the bed.

I lift her, cradling her in my arms and lay her gently on my bed.

Licking and kissing my way up her body, I cover her, settle my pelvis between her legs, and return to kissing those amazing lips. Her hands are all over me, running up and down my torso, my shoulders, my arms.

I love how eager she is to touch me, and I kick myself in the ass for not turning the light on. I’d love to look into those baby blues and watch her response to me. Watch her eyes go wide as I sink inside her. Watch her legs tremble when my mouth is on her.

I can’t stop touching her hair, brushing it off her face, as I kiss her tenderly and let her run those small hands over me, exploring my body. God, she makes me fucking crazy. Finally, I lean

on my elbow at the side of her head and run my fingers down her face, her neck, and finally to her breast, and tease the nipple in my fingertips. It pebbles up and I have to taste it, pull on it with my teeth, and kiss it again as my hand continues the journey down her flat stomach and to that sweet spot that I can’t wait to bury myself in.

Fuck, she’s so wet!
I slip past her hard clit and plunge two fingers inside her warm, wet, tight as fuck pussy, and circle her clit with my thumb.

"Oh God!" Her back bows off the bed, and she pushes her pelvis against my hand. Damn, she’s so tight. There’s no way in hell she’s a virgin, but she’s also clearly not had sex in a while.

Thank Christ.
"Oh, you are so wet. And so fucking tight. How long has it been for you, honey?" Fuck, I’m going to hurt her. There’s no way around it. The only other option is to not make love to her, and that’s just not an option.

No fucking option at all.

I’ve waited too long to have her here with me, in my bed, and by God, I’m keeping her here.

She stills for a moment at my question, making me grin. "Longer than I care to think about." She lifts her hips against my hand again, and I groan.

"Shit, I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you." My lips find hers again, more demanding now. I can’t get enough of her. I need her like I need to breathe.

"We shouldn’t do this," she whispers.

Fuck yes, we should.
"Why not," I whisper back and nibble over to her ear, teasing her earlobe with the tip of my tongue before I grip it firmly in my teeth, making her squirm against me.

"Because… Oh God, yes, right there." Her hips are circling, pushing against my hand rhythmically and she skims her hands down my back to my ass, pulling me to her, and I know that she wants me as desperately as I want her.

"You were saying?"

"We could both be fired. No frat policy."

"I don’t give a fuck about anyone’s policy right now." I clench my lips around her other nipple, lick and lave it, and work my way down her amazing little body, teasing her navel with my tongue, and then I find her wet center, spread her thighs wider, plant a kiss on each soft thigh and then sink into her.

Fucking hell, she tastes good.
She’s sweetness and just plain amazing. And I know, right now, I will never, ever get my fill of her.

She is mine.

"Fuck!" She bucks her hips up off the bed, making me grin. I grip her hips tightly and hold her to me, then spread her legs farther apart, pull my fingers out of her and make love to her with my tongue, swirling and pushing around her clit and lips, and finally plunging deep inside her.

She grips my hair in her hands, and I briefly consider making her hold onto the headboard, but change my mind. She’s not ready for that yet.

Next time.

Her legs are starting to shudder, and she’s writhing and squirming against my mouth. God, I love how responsive she is.

I lick up to her clit and push my flat tongue against that tiny nub while I push a single finger inside her, hitting that little, rough spot and send her into oblivion.

Her pussy tightens around my finger, milking and pulling at it, as she cries out, and I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside her.

I open the condom and lick and kiss my way back up her incredible body, paying special attention to her nipples, loving the sound of the breath catching in her throat. Finally, my lips are on hers again, where they fucking belong, and she’s wrapping herself around me, eagerly pressing against me.

It’s almost my undoing.

I raise up on my hands, braced above her, my cock cradled in that glorious wetness, and want so desperately to plunge inside her and fuck her, hard, until she screams my name.

God, I want this woman.

But I can’t move. I’m staring down at her, wishing again that I could see her eyes. Her hands travel down my back, up my sides, and back down again.

"Nate, I want you," she murmurs in her soft voice.

"I know."
Fuck, I want you too.

"Now, dammit." I grin at her impatience.

"You are so fucking hot." I softly kiss her forehead and breathe her in again.
Jesus, is she really here? Am I dreaming?

"Inside me!" I’m about to laugh at her impatience, but she wraps that hand around my dick and I’m about to explode like a fucking teenager. She gently pushes up and down, not too tight, just exploring me and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.

Then she gets to the tip and stills.

"Holy shit, what is that?"

I chuckle softly and kiss her lips, trying to distract myself from her magical fingers tracing the head of my dick and flicking against the piercing.

"An apa."

"A what-a?" she whispers. I can tell she’s a little shocked, and a lot curious, and my excitement just skyrocketed.

Just wait until you see the tats, baby.
"An apadravya. Fuck, honey."

"Why would you get this?" she asks, her voice full of curiosity and lust.

"You’re about to find out." I roll the condom on and plunge my fingers into her hair again, holding her face to me as I kiss her, devouring her mouth. She wraps her arms around me and lifts her hips until the tip of my dick is resting on her lips.

Dear God, she’s going to be the death of me.
slowly, gently slip inside her hot core. She’s so fucking wet that she easily accepts me inside her, and I don’t stop until I’m buried balls-deep in her.

"Fuck, I love how tight you are," I whisper against her lips, and she tightens around me, pulls me more firmly against her with her legs and grips my hair in her hands. She doesn’t want me to go anywhere, and damned if I plan to.

I want to stay here forever, buried inside her.

I start to slowly move, pulling in and out in a long, slow rhythm. I feel the metal dragging against her walls, and her body’s reaction to it is astounding. She’s quivering and pulsing against me, clenching me. Fuck, she’s so strong.

Getting that fucker was the best damn thing I ever did.

She’s not going to last long, thank God, because neither am I. I pick up the pace and twist my hips, just a bit, and I feel her begin to shudder beneath me.

"Come on, honey, let go," I whisper against her lips. She cries out as she grips me like a vice and comes around me, shuddering and shaking, her pussy milking me, and I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.

"Oh, fuck!"


"Are you okay?" I ask her and pull her against me, settling us into the bed.


"Do you need anything?" I run my fingers down her soft cheek and sigh contentedly.

"No thank you."

I can feel her withdrawing, regretting this already, and it fucking pisses me off.

"Do you want me to turn on the light?" I ask calmly and reach for the lamp beside the bed, but she stops me with her hand firmly on my arm.

"No, it’s fine."

"You don’t sound like yourself. Are you sure you’re okay?"
Talk to me, baby.

"I’m tired. Probably too much wine."

She didn’t drink that much. I noticed. I notice everything about her. I hate myself for being such a pussy and not making her talk to me, tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers, but I know that she won’t open up to me right now, and if I push it, she’ll run. I just want to hold her in my arms all night long. We can talk in the morning and discuss where we go from here.

Because the job can kiss my ass. She’s mine. And God knows, I’m hers.

I kiss her forehead and turn her away from me, curling around her back, tucking her against me. She fits perfectly.

"Go to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning."

I tighten my arms around her and fall asleep with my nose buried against her hair, breathing her in.


I wake before the alarm, as usual. I run my hands down my face and then I remember; Julianne.

I reach for her, but the bed is cold and empty, except for me. I frown and sit up. Did she already get up? I hope she made some coffee.

But I don’t smell coffee, and an unease settles, unwelcomed, in the pit of my stomach.

Not bothering to pull on underwear, I hurry to the living room, but she’s nowhere to be found. The condo is empty, showing no signs of her. Her purse and clothes are gone. My heart drops into my stomach.

She fucking left.

Sonofabitch.It took me a year to get her here. How long is it going to take me to get her back?