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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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