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Excerpts From: BEHIND THE MASK

An Excerpt From: BOARD RESOLUTION

© Copyright JOEY W. HILL, 2005.

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.

“You know what I fantasize about sometimes, Savannah? I’m sitting at the head of that table, listening to my team give me a report on something… Hell, anything. Could be the weather in Shanghai, for all I care.” A light smile touched his lips. “You’re sitting on my lap, naked, your arms bound behind your back. That tight little rear is squirming against me because I’m fondling your breasts, just idly stroking the curves, pinching the nipples, watching you get more and more aroused.”

His mouth took hers again. She pushed against his shoulders with the heels of her hands, but he only deepened the kiss, widened her mouth with the pressure of his. She could have pulled his hair, twisted, done several things to buck the embrace, but being in Matt’s embrace did not suggest battle. It screamed for surrender.

When he lifted his head and they stared into each other’s eyes, his lips wet with her mouth, she could not say her body was her own. It seemed to have melted into soft pliancy against every hard curve of his, and she throbbed against the hard reminder of him. A disturbing reminder of what he wanted from her today. The impossible.

She was making more of this than there was. Her hormones hadn’t been indulged often enough, and Matt had hit the right buttons.

As if he were reading her thoughts, his voice dropped to a rough whisper. “You said a moment ago you’re willing to have sex. Why are you fighting me?”

She managed a shrug, not an easy body language to pull off with her body shaking and her chest heaving with the exertion of their struggle. “If you want to fill tonight’s dance card, then I had to make sure you worked for it.”

“You deny there’s anything special between us.”

“Nothing is between us. You want me, and it’s the hunt that’s got you so worked up. Tomorrow we’ll get an equal thrill from seeing that steel prices went down.”

“Then I suppose I’ll have to prove you wrong. I’m going to straighten up now and lay your wrists on the table on either side of you.” He unfolded her arms from her chest and did just that, stretching them out and placing her wrists against the smooth table surface. “I’m going to unfasten your bra and see your breasts. If you move your wrists, lift them from the table, I’ll spank you. I’ll enjoy it.” His voice lowered, his eyes glittering with purpose. “So do me a favor and disobey.”

 

An Excerpt From: MARDI GRAS

© Copyright LACEY ALEXANDER, 2005.

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.

“Morning, sweet thing.”

She flashed him a sexy smile, then reached out, curling one finger toward her in a motion that summoned him closer. “Come here. I have something to show you.” In the fantasy, the words left her in a silky, sassy tone she’d never really used and didn’t know if she even possessed.

Ty gave his head a playful tilt that said he was intrigued, rounding the front counter and the desk situated behind it.

She stood up, revealing a short skirt and a black see-through blouse with a lacy bra underneath. Not that she would ever wear anything like that to work—if she even owned it—but this was a fantasy, so she pressed on.

“Nice,” he said of the outfit, raking his gaze from her shoulders to her knees.

“Thanks, but that’s not what I need to show you.”

He raised his sandy-colored eyebrows in anticipation. “I’m all eyes, sweet thing. What have you got for me?”

She gave a teasing pout and glanced downward. “I hope you won’t be upset.”

“Well, let’s find out.”

Reaching down, she hooked one finger into the slit on the skirt and drew it slowly upward until her pussy was on display. “I forgot to put on my panties this morning. Very unprofessional of me. I hope you aren’t angry.”

When she lifted her gaze back to his, fresh heat burned in his eyes.  Her nipples turned to tiny bullets against her bra.

“Not angry,” Ty said, a slow, sexy grin growing on his face. “But there are consequences for girls who forget their undies when going to work.”

She lifted one fingernail to her lip in faux worry. “What are they?”

“Well,” he said, his voice going lower as he stepped up to slide his hands smoothly over her hips, “it’s a known fact that if you forget your panties, your boss is going to fuck you.”

Mia bit her lip, her body flushing with warmth. Glancing down, she could even see the reaction to her hot fantasy—her nipples had hardened not only in her imagination, but also in reality, now jutting through her bra and fitted yellow blouse.

She glanced again toward Ty’s office. Do you ever notice them? Do you know they’re like that for you? Then she sighed. Or does it only make you think I’m chilled, despite that we live in one of the hottest cities in the country?

She shook her head, then decided there was no reason not to sink back into her fantasy, especially since she’d just gotten to the good part.

“Kiss me,” she said.

No. That was too tame. It was fine for the more romantic daydreams she sometimes indulged in, but today’s imaginings were all about heat, so she changed it to, “Fuck me.”

Then she eased her ass onto her desk, parting her legs for him to step in between. As he worked to undo the buttons on her thin blouse, she reached for the snap on his jeans.

 

An Excerpt From: HIDDEN DESIRES

© Copyright ELIZABETH LAPTHORNE, 2005.

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.

Lily dropped all her other bags carelessly on the floor, kicked off her sneakers, and, carrying the beautifully beaded blue satin mask with her, sat comfortably on the couch.

Holding her breath, half afraid nothing would happen, Lily put the mask back on. The rest of the world receded as her eyes closed once again.

This time she was thrown back into the dream-vision almost to the second of where she had left it.

 

The man in the mask and tricorn held her underneath him, and he kissed her fiercely. His mouth gently pressed down on hers and she felt herself arch up into it—trying to reach further into him. His weight crashed down on her and she burned for more. His free hand roamed over her navy dress, crushing the fabric and finally settling over her now mostly exposed bosom. Dipping in, he palmed her nipple and she moaned with the pleasure his skillful, thick fingers gave.

Arching into his hot palm, Lily raised a hand to bring his dark head down to hers. Finding his lips with hers, she felt amazement as a wealth of knowledge started flowing into her mind. His lips were soft, soft and warm. He opened his mouth in invitation…

Lily moaned again and speared her tongue into his mouth. He tasted of heat, salty masculinity and very faintly of a fine wine, or maybe champagne. So many different textures of his tongue and mouth warred within her she could barely concentrate on the mixture of tastes.

All she knew was that she wanted this man, needed to feel his hot skin cover and touch her own… She wanted to tear her own carefully crafted dress from her body and strip him of his own pants and shirt and ride him until sweat covered both their bodies.

 

Panting, Lily pulled the mask off, stunned by the realistic vision. She could feel the heat of the man’s hands on her breasts, feel the softness of his lips bearing down on hers, taste his spicy, masculine scent as his tongue delved into her.

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