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Take It All

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Book Title: Take It All – Steamy Encounters Collection

Author: Quin Perin

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: X Potion Designs

Genre/s: Gay Erotica

Length: 15 000 words/65-70 pages – three short stories

Release Date: October 11, 2018

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From the bestselling authors’ of Meik&Sebastian – Obsessed come three steamy encounters of twisted, forbidden lust…

What do lust-driven men do when they think no one is watching? Find out now. Be a fly on the wall in a seedy motel room, a gym shower and the heart of suburbia, where three torrid pairings nurture the beasts inside of them.

Featuring:

Carter&Dave – The one with Daddy

Gordon&Jett – The one with the Politician

Josh&Graham – The one with the Jock

They can hardly handle it, can you?

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Blue eyes narrowed, and when Graham was about to push him again, Josh’s hands darted out, fingers wrapping around his wrists. When he shoved, Graham stumbled back, landing against the hard wall of the shower. “Lemme go.” He huffed, twisting under Josh’s grasp.

“Only if you stop being an ass,” Josh shot back. His fingers flexed, tightening as he took a step closer. Eyes fixed on Graham.

“Pot meet fucking kettle,” Graham ground out dryly.

“God, you’re so frustrating.”

Mere inches apart now, Josh’s breath warm as blue and grey eyes connected. Tense silence crackled, electrifying the air between them. Josh’s eyes dropped to trembling lips. Graham took a breath but before he could tell Josh to not even think about it, Josh did it. He slammed forward, clashing their lips together. Graham’s wrists were still grasped in Josh’s strong fingers; hips forced back against the wall by the jock’s.

Graham bucked forward, trying to throw Josh off of him. He jerked his head back from the kiss. “Don’t.” He hated how breathy his voice sounded. Hated the way his cock started to stiffen. Hated how much he wanted Josh.

Soft lips brushed over his throat, warm breath tickling across his Adam’s apple. The kiss was far better than the last—and the first—time they’d kissed. Though he supposed they both had more experience now than when they were sixteen. “You want this.” Josh’s voice vibrated against his heated skin.

“N-No.” God, he did want it.

Josh chuckled low, husky. “Liar,” he murmured, dropping Graham’s wrists. He pulled back, a smug smirk spreading across his cheeks, exposing those too perfect dimples that made Josh want to punch him.

Graham didn’t move. Water soaked the back of his shirt, weighing down his pants. Blood rushed through his ears, heart pounding like a bird’s wings against his ribs, desperate to escape. The air between them was too thick to inhale, too loaded with testosterone that Graham held his breath, gaze skipping lower. A faint flush spread over the center of Josh’s chest, and a bulge, large and obvious, rose beneath his damp towel. “You are the biggest fucking asshole.”

Words barely managed to form before Graham launched towards Josh and reunited their lips in a smoldering kiss. Colliding desperately and with burning fervor, Graham’s hands scrambled to yank the towel down so he could grab both of the jock’s tight ass cheeks. Josh’s palm slapped against the wall next to Graham’s head, deepening the kiss. Reckless and oh, so fucking stupid.

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This is Quin&Perin. We are a team of Sultry Gay Romance writers who focus on detailed, toe-curling, and realistic smut scenes with a fair share of dirty talking (Oh, boy). Unlike other authors in the genre, we write without the goal of publishing anything. Publishing is just the cherry on top of a cream-covered bubble butt.

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A Brush With Death

Title: A Brush with Death
Author: N.J. Ember
Genre: Adult Paranormal/horror
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs
Publisher: Fire Lotus Books
Publication Date: July 31st, 2018
Blurb:
A darkened road.  A truck-stop diner.  A chance meeting.
All Marisol Pedilla wanted was to make the drive to her aunt’s house without incident. Instead, she meets a woman named Sasha. Together, they encounter more misfortune than Marisol has ever experienced.
Danger and deception seem to be all too common in Sasha’s world, and it’s a world Marisol wants no part of. But fate has other plans. The secrets Sasha’s keeping from her could change Marisol’s life forever.
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N.J. Ember is a paranormal fiction author who loves to write stories about survival and triumph over adversity. Whether her characters are dealing with the paranormal or everyday life, she seeks to show that strength is not always about being superhuman or invulnerable. She enjoys anything with mystery, suspense and horror, so when she’s not writing you can find her watching shows like Orphan Black, Penny Dreadful and Sherlock. She currently lives in Michigan with her grandpa and a forever growing collection of books and Funko Pop! figures.
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Chapter 1
I’d never been more thankful to be wearing jeans as I crawled around on the checkered floor of a truck-stop diner. It had to be here somewhere. “Mierda,” I cursed loudly as I smacked my head against the underside of the table. I climbed back into the booth, and the dark green vinyl squeaked in protest, sticking to the back of my legs. My stomach dropped as I dumped my purse out onto the table for a third time and rifled through the contents. I sighed. Yup, it was official. My wallet was missing, and I was screwed.
A waitress hurried towards me. She looked tired; dark shadows nestled under her eyes, and her mouth was turned down in a thin-lipped frown. “Have you decided yet, Honey?”
I looked up, panic fluttering hard in my stomach. The sizzle of food hitting the flat top caught my attention, its aroma flooding the tiny diner. Bacon. Possibly hash browns. My stomach growled, but spare change would only get me so far. “Uh, just coffee for now. Thanks.” I smiled politely then haphazardly shoved things back into my purse.
My hands felt grimy, and I grimaced. I threw my purse over my shoulder and pushed past incoming people towards the bathroom. I washed my hands twice. I didn’t know how it happened or where I could have lost it, but I knew what my mom was going to say when I called her. “I told you you were too young to drive to your aunt’s alone. I knew your brother should have gone with you.”
It didn’t matter that I was twenty-three. In her eyes, I wasn’t ready for so much responsibility, even though I’d been her shadow, her second in command for as long as I could remember. I knew I could handle this. While I’d never driven so far across the country before, I had the GPS on my phone and a printout of the directions in case that failed. What I didn’t factor in was bad luck, or maybe it was just my own stupidity.
Once I was sitting back in the booth, I rested my head on my arms. Exhaustion was tugging at my eyelids, making me sluggish, like I was dragging my body through water. I sat up, pushing my jet-black curls behind my ears. The lecture was coming no matter how long I put it off. I plucked my cell phone from my purse, but the screen stayed blank. I pushed the power button. Ugh, no charge. I picked up a menu instead, to avoid looking awkward, and glanced out the window.
The interior of the diner was tinged red from the glow of the neon sign hanging in it, providing some extra security against the inky darkness. It was already past midnight, and even once my phone was charged, it would still be too late to call.
I skimmed over the menu, not really taking it in. My stomach growled again, and I startled as I felt myself falling forward. I was hungry and tired, with no money and a lot of miles left to go. I wasn’t sure how, but there had to be some way I could manage to get to my aunt’s without my mom having to rescue me.
“You mind if I sit with you?”
I jumped again. I’d been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the woman come up to me. Her skin was a deep golden brown that reminded me of tiger’s-eye stones. Her voice was soft, but there was a hint of underlying smokiness. Tall, with a slender, athletic build, she looked imposing in a leather jacket and high-heeled boots. She had a long, angular face with full lips and high cheekbones, and her onyx hair billowed outward in an afro. I looked around. The diner was crowded but not completely full, and I failed to find a reason why a total stranger would try and sit with me.
She seemed to read my thoughts. “Hey, it’s cool. I thought it’d be nice to have some company, but I understand.”
She turned to go, and I felt a pang of remorse at my hesitation. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. “Wait!”
She turned back, and my heart flip-flopped. I ignored it. My fingers brushed against hers as I let go. “Sure, you can sit here.”
Her eyes widened, and the ghost of a smile showed on her face. It only lasted for a second, but the warmth of it seemed to make her brown eyes lighter. She slid into the seat opposite me. “Thanks. I’m Sasha.”
“Marisol.”
“So what brings you out this way, Marisol?”
Before I could answer, the waitress returned. “Would you like to order?”
Sasha glanced at me. “You haven’t ordered yet?”
I shook my head. “Just coffee.”
Sasha didn’t even bother looking at her menu. “I’ll have the western omelette, extra cheese, and she’ll have the pancakes with bacon.”
My face burned with embarrassment. “You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s the least I can do. Besides, you were staring at the picture so hard when I walked up; I thought you were going to burn a hole through the menu.”
My embarrassment deepened, and I looked away, desperately trying to think of anything else to talk about. “Do you come here often?” I mentally kicked myself. “I mean, I only ask because you seemed pretty sure of what you wanted.”
“No, not that often. I’ve passed through here a couple times though.”
I looked back to find her watching me, and I quickly dropped my eyes to the tabletop and fidgeted with the edge of the menu. “So, you do a lot of traveling?”
“You could say that, yeah.”
“For work?”
“Most of the time.”
“What kind of work do you do?”
This time it was Sasha’s turn to be interrupted. The waitress set two mugs in front of us and filled them. I moved my menu out of the way as she slid a steaming plate of pancakes in front of me. My mouth watered. “The rest of your order will be out in just a minute, hun,” she said to Sasha as she handed her a stack of buttered toast.
I grabbed three packets of sugar, ripped them open and dumped them into my coffee, along with two creams. I stirred, watching the color of it lighten to something more acceptable. Sasha’s gravelly laugh made me look up.
“You want any coffee with that?” I noticed she had left her own cup alone.
I smiled at her. “Not if I can help it.”
She shook her head as I drizzled syrup onto my pancakes and dipped a piece of crispy bacon in it. “So you never answered; what do you do for work?”
Sasha’s face fell, and I instantly regretted asking. The waitress brought her omelette. I waited as she cut into it. “This and that. Nothing worth talking about.”
I nodded. Conversation stopped for a few minutes as we ate. The neon sign flickered, and Sasha tensed. She stared out the window. I did the same, but beyond the procession of cars and trucks, I couldn’t see a thing. “What is it?”
“Nothing.”
But it didn’t seem like nothing. I watched as she shifted and reached for something I couldn’t see. The sleeve of her leather jacket lifted up, revealing a tattoo: a long-stemmed rose intertwined with a scythe.
“That’s beautiful.” I moved my plate out of the way so I could lean forward. “Would it be okay if I took a closer look?”
Sasha pulled her sleeve up some more and stretched her arm out towards me. I traced the lines with my eyes. “Why a scythe?”
“It’s a reminder.”
I looked up. Sasha’s gaze connected with mine, and my stomach lurched. I was scared to breathe. Scared to blink. Then she turned away, looking out the window again, and disappointment sank like a stone in my stomach.
“Marisol,” Sasha said sharply. “Get down!”
Hands grabbed my legs. I fell backwards, and my butt hit the floor. The window next to us exploded in a shower of jagged glass as the diner was plunged into darkness.
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Eternally Yours Legacy

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Eternally Yours: Legacy by Scerina Elizabeth

Erotic Paranormal Romance Short Story

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Book Two – Legacy:

Twelve months ago, Chantelle LaBau had just discovered the real truth about a biological family she had just met after years of living within Foster Care. Now living with her biological family and engaged to a long time friend of the family Zachariah Lincoln, she discovers more dark secrets about her family and the history of her family.

A new neighbor moves in next door where the house in which they move in has a dark nasty history that is connected to her very own family and their history. More dark secrets come to light as they come together to battle the evil that resides within the house of her new neighbor. Secrets which could truly turn one’s world upside down.

With the help of her family, Chantelle rescues her new neighbor from a dark entity that seeks to destroy not only her new neighbor but her family as well.

With A New Life Comes New Dark Secrets That Will Flip Chantelle World Upside Down Once Again.

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Scerina Elizabeth is a North American of Jamaican descent who lives in the New England region of the United States of America. She is a new, up and coming author who enjoys writing Paranormal Romance and Paranormal Erotica stories as well as Poetry. She also enjoys reading Paranormal Romance & Paranormal Erotica stories. Her favorite books include but are by no means limited to: Anne Rice’s “Vampire Chronicles” series, Bella Forrest’s “Shade Of Vampire” series, E.M. Knight’s “Vampire Gift” series, Terry Bolryder’s “Rent-A-Dragon” series, and Stacy Claflin’s “Transformed” series. Her favorite authors are: Anne Rice, Stephen King, Bella Forrest, E.M. Knight, Terry Bolryder, and Stacy Clafflin.

She also enjoys meeting new people, especially her fans, as well as making new friends and photography. She is a very down-to-earth woman who is fiercely protective of those near and dear to her heart.

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Eternally Yours Legacy

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Eternally Yours: Legacy by Scerina Elizabeth

Erotic Paranormal Romance Short Story

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Book Two – Legacy:

Twelve months ago, Chantelle LaBau had just discovered the real truth about a biological family she had just met after years of living within Foster Care. Now living with her biological family and engaged to a long time friend of the family Zachariah Lincoln, she discovers more dark secrets about her family and the history of her family.

A new neighbor moves in next door where the house in which they move in has a dark nasty history that is connected to her very own family and their history. More dark secrets come to light as they come together to battle the evil that resides within the house of her new neighbor. Secrets which could truly turn one’s world upside down.

With the help of her family, Chantelle rescues her new neighbor from a dark entity that seeks to destroy not only her new neighbor but her family as well.

With A New Life Comes New Dark Secrets That Will Flip Chantelle World Upside Down Once Again.

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Scerina Elizabeth is a North American of Jamaican descent who lives in the New England region of the United States of America. She is a new, up and coming author who enjoys writing Paranormal Romance and Paranormal Erotica stories as well as Poetry. She also enjoys reading Paranormal Romance & Paranormal Erotica stories. Her favorite books include but are by no means limited to: Anne Rice’s “Vampire Chronicles” series, Bella Forrest’s “Shade Of Vampire” series, E.M. Knight’s “Vampire Gift” series, Terry Bolryder’s “Rent-A-Dragon” series, and Stacy Claflin’s “Transformed” series. Her favorite authors are: Anne Rice, Stephen King, Bella Forrest, E.M. Knight, Terry Bolryder, and Stacy Clafflin.

She also enjoys meeting new people, especially her fans, as well as making new friends and photography. She is a very down-to-earth woman who is fiercely protective of those near and dear to her heart.

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Unlikely in Love

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Unlikely In Love by Susan Mac Nicol
Short story trilogy

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Synopsis

Three delightful short stories about how love begins in the most unexpected ways.

Meet Elliot and Dan in ‘Benchpressed’
City planner Elliot meets personal trainer Dan and between them, they whip the gym into shape…
“I happen to think you have a very nice belly,” Dan murmured. “It makes a change from the usual devotion to keeping a six pack.” His tone went dreamy. “I like a man with a bit of meat on him.”
Oh, fuck me. That sounded a bit awkward, even to me. My body flushed with heat and I cleared my throat.

Meet Davey and Gus in ‘Dear Davey’
Agony Aunt columnist Davey has an unfortunate habit of causing mayhem for fellow worker Gus. He also has no filter. Remind you of someone?
“Oh, and I’m sorry I set fire to your waste bin yesterday,” I muttered.
“Who else would it have been?” he said. “Do I need to take out company hazard pay when I go out with you?”
I huffed, flicking my hair back from my forehead. “Puhleaze. It’d be worth every penny, I promise.”
Behind me, Gus’s cologne invaded my nostrils and I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent.

Meet Cooper and Robbie in ‘Banana Appeal’
An errant gecko brings Graphic artist Cooper meets neighbour Robbie together. There may also be a banana involved.
I took a step forward, brandishing the banana toward him as if entreating him to eat it. Robbie took a step back, a wary look crossing his face. I wondered whether he’d expected me to ask him to fellate it. Because that would have been a complete waste when my dick was willing to be wrapped between those full lips. The banana didn’t stand a fucking chance if I got in there first.

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Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long-suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…

In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.

Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She’s also Editorial Manager at http://www.divinemagazine.biz, an online LGBTQ e-zine, and she’s a Charity Board trustee at http://wwwbeingmecampaign.com in London. She’s passionate about research for her books and has stayed in a circus, taken lessons from a blind person on how it feels to be blind, and travelled to a lighthouse with maintenance crew to see first-hand what it’s like inside. She’s also writing a screen play with a Hollywood actor named Nicholas Downs, with a view to taking her latest release, Sight Unseen, to the big screen.

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Xs: The Interview

Xs: THE INTERVIEW

by TJ Chapman

Publisher: PGP Liquid Gold
Genre: Erotic Romance
Content Warning: 18+

His name is whispered behind the hands of many gossiping women.

The way he pleasures a body leaves you craving his touch, his words, and his breath. The way his eyes bore into yours, you want to look away, but you can’t. He controls every part of your being while you’re in his domain. And when you leave, you feel bereft, but sated.

Who is this man they speak about?

Megan Brayer has the chance to interview this elusive gentleman. Will the answers he gives to her questions satisfy her curiosity?

This is the first book of many short stories. Each story will tell its own little story and can be read as stand alone.

“First of all, thank you for taking the time to let me do this interview. I’m going to jump right in because your secretary said you didn’t have much time today. To start easy, the first question is why? Why did you choose this as your profession?” It was the one thing that puzzled Megan.

“My time today is yours, I’ve made sure of that; and to answer your question, why not? I have the means, and motive as it were. I gain pleasure by giving it. I get paid to help these people, to give them what they want with total anonymity. It’s not dangerous or stupid, and I certainly know I’m mature enough to cope with each situation that comes to me. I don’t care about their history, their backgrounds. I get a little peeved if they’re married or have a partner, and I do try in all instances to persuade them not to come to me, but it is what it is. I’ve had several couples come to me, so it can’t be all that bad.”

“So you do it to gain pleasure? Surely you could go to a bar each night for that, or has it got something to do with money?” Megan had a nagging thought that he was just a typical player who was in it for the money as an added bonus.

“Miss Brayer, my first paid ‘job’ was just before my eighteenth birthday. I had a student in the grade above me begging for my help with her English. She didn’t have much money, but came up with the idea that she could give me a blow job as a payment. Crude, it seems, but as a young man, I was up for it. At the time I was still the gentleman my parents raised me to be, so I did hesitate. However, the girl was one step away from not graduating and by the end of the week, I caved. After I’d helped her with the work she was set, she offered me the ‘payment’, but I could see it in her eyes. Fear and nerves. She didn’t want to do it just as much as I didn’t want to use her for my own horny satisfaction.” He picked up his tall glass of iced water, took a sip, and smiled at Megan as he sat it back down on the crisp white tablecloth.

“I told her that she didn’t have to do anything and that I wouldn’t pressure her, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. We talked for a long time. At that point in my life, I had no clue how to please a woman. One minute we were talking about the stresses of being teenagers and the next, she was showing me how to please her. I was curious and very much willing to learn, so over the next few months I helped her catch up with her work and she taught me the art of pleasing a woman.”

Megan snorted a little. “That’s a bit one-sided, don’t you think? She got the education and the pleasure, too.”

“Not at all. I got an education also, and even if it was one-sided, what horny teenage boy would say no to free sex and a pair of boobs to play with?”

“True. So what happened after you left school?”

“Well, that’s when my education really kicked off. I took a few psychology classes to help both me and women. I went to clubs, all different ones. Early on I learned the more I pleasured a woman, the more I got from it. I observed them constantly. Some women gave away what they wanted from the beginning, others were more reserved. It was almost like I was power hungry. The more I watched and learned, the more a woman would writhe under my control, and the harder I came. I didn’t even have to have sex with them. I could give them pleasure all night and then go home to finish myself off. Those were always the best nights.”

“Power hungry to give pleasure. That sounds pretty strange.”

“Not really. Miss Brayer, take away the fact that we have morals, societies, et cetera, and what we’re left with is nothing more than basic human instincts. Animal instincts. Men still like to congregate around a fire. We’re the heads of our households and when it comes to the bedroom, our instincts really come out. Do you know why most women like their hair being pulled?” he asked, and Megan shook her head, trying not to be pulled in by the feral look in his eyes as he gazed at her over the small table.

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TJ Chapman hates talking about herself in third person…

Living in small villages and towns for most of my life, you would have thought that it would get boring as hell. Fortunately for me, I loved it. I got to know a lot of people and when you take the time to ‘people watch’ as a child, your mind can run at a mile a minute.

I often let my mind wander into the lives of these people. That old lady down the road, well, she could have been a spinster witch. The pub owner who looked very shifty, well… He could certainly be up to no good with things in his cellar. You get my point.

I love writing almost any genre and most of my stories are based around the small villages and towns I grew up in, in Kent, UK. Humour, Supernatural, and Romance are my main focus, but if I get a good plotline in my head, my fingers start typing.

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Mile High

MILE HIGH

by M.B. Feeney

Genre: Erotica

When Taryn Caine was assigned a long haul flight on a private jet hired by Blazed, the hottest new band around, she never expected to end up screwing the lead vocalist, Max Reeves.

Max certainly rubbed Taryn up the wrong way from the moment he stepped foot on the jet, but can he rub her the ‘right’ way by the end of it?

Prologue:

Making sure everyone else was asleep, he took hold of her hand, his many rings glinting under the dimmed overhead lights. Without a word, he led her along the aisle to the back of the plane to the boardroom that the band and their team had vacated just two hours previously.

Locking the door behind them, Max turned to her, a small smile on his face and lust darkening his eyes even more than the dark brown they already were. Still not speaking, he undid the buttons on her shirt, eyeing the name badge sitting just above her left breast; Taryn Caine would be screaming his name in less than an hour. Grinning, Max slid the white cotton off her shoulders, leaving it to fall in a puddle on the carpet at their feet. His large hands cupped her voluptuous breasts through the lace of her black bra, brushing against her nipples with the tips of his thumbs.

Pushing him away from her, she reached behind her, undid the clasp and let the bra join her shirt.

“Fucking beautiful tits,” he murmured as he bent his head and ran the tip of his tongue around one nipple, then the other, before pulling them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, pinching and rolling them as he kissed her hard.

Slowly, she began to walk backwards, until the back of her legs hit the cool leather of one of the seats around the meeting table. Moving back away from him, she sank into the chair, pulling him to his knees.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he demanded. Parting her knees, she lifted them and hooked them over the arms either side of her, giving him full view of her pussy under the short skirt of her uniform. “No panties?” He was impressed, knowing he’d definitely caught a flash of black lace earlier in the flight as she’d bent over to pick some rubbish up. “That’s a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?”

“Maybe I was hedging my bets.” Her voice was husky, and she couldn’t hide how turned on she was just from a kiss and his playing with her nipples. Grinning, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her slit causing her to shiver. He noted she wasn’t completely bare, but neatly trimmed. His dick approved as it hardened against the zip of his jeans. His beard scratched against the soft skin inside her thighs, heightening her arousal.

“This is going to be fun,” he mumbled against her, making sure the vibrations from his deep voice hit her clit, making her squirm in the chair against him. Grinning, he began to tease the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. To stop her wriggling around, he reached up with one hand to caress and tease one of her breasts, effectively pinning her to the chair with a strong, tattooed arm.

Her moans of disappointment filled the room when he stood up without warning.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, not looking at her.

Through lidded eyes, she watched him walk to the door, open it, and lean his torso out. When he closed and relocked the door, he turned to face her holding a cushion in his hands. The look on his face was pure determination as he stalked towards her, making her slightly nervous but even more turned on. When he reached her, legs still spread on the chair, he lifted her arse off it and slid the soft cushion beneath her. Kneeling down once more, he plunged his tongue into her warm depth as he circled her clit with a thumb, putting just the right amount of pressure onto it. Her moaning increased in volume as he swapped them over and began to tease her g-spot with his fingertips while nibbling and teasing her clit to a hardened peak. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to overcome her, and she was soon thrashing in the chair. When her body finally stilled, he removed his fingers from her and licked her juices from them while watching her try to gain control of her breathing.

“Your turn.” She finally found her voice and stood up, looking down at him. She held out her hand and pulled him to his feet and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. When neither could breathe, she pulled away and undid his belt to pull down his ripped jeans. “No underwear; a bit presumptuous, isn’t it?” Teasingly, she echoed his words as she turned them so the back of his knees rested against the chair she’d just vacated.

“Well, maybe I was hedging my bets as well.”

Without responding, she pushed him back into the warm chair with a soft shove, fell to her knees and began to run her hand up and down his dick, tightening her grip slightly near the head. He threw his head back, his dark brown, almost black, hair whispering on the leather of the chair as she used her other hand to cup his balls and used her fingertips to stroke his perineum, which elicited a hiss.

Taking his rock hard cock into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the swollen head, making sure her tongue piercing ran across the thick vein on the underside of his length. She could hear his breathing become shallow and erratic, so she relaxed her throat and took him further into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat.

“Jesus, you have a damn talented mouth, sweetheart.” Max’s head fell against the headrest of the leather chair, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I bet the regulars love you.”

Taryn let his cock fall from her mouth and glared at him.

“Don’t be an arsehole.” She may not have been giving him what had been shaping up to be one of the best blowjobs he’d ever had any longer, but she was still working him with her hand, and it was getting harder to concentrate on thinking and verbalising himself clearly.

“Sure, sweetheart. You’ve just been sucking my dick, you work for a private airline, and you’re telling me you haven’t done this before?” Max smirked as she continued to both glare at him and stroke him.

“I’m telling you I haven’t done this before… however, I did tongue-fuck another flight attendant last month, making her come harder than she’d ever come before.”

It wasn’t often that Max was struck dumb, but at that very moment in time he couldn’t say a word as he watched Taryn lick the head of his cock, running the tip of her tongue along the slit, making him hiss as she slid her mouth back onto him. He was picturing her licking another woman’s pussy, and the imagery made him even harder.

Hollowing her cheeks, Taryn sucked harder and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. It had been a long time since she’d been on her knees for a guy, but there was something about Max Reeves. Physically, he wasn’t her type at all—too much ink and pieces of metal in his face and ears—but when he spoke, the charm oozed out of every pore. Coupled with his thick East London accent that gave him his ‘cheeky chappy’ persona when he spoke, Taryn knew something would happen between them during their twenty-four hour flight; she just hadn’t expected it to happen within five hours of take-off.

“Fuck, stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth, and let’s be honest, that’s a fucking waste.” Max pulled his cock from her mouth and pulled her closer to him. Her full, bare breasts felt heavy in his hands as he cupped them, teasing her large brown nipples with his thumbs. “I want to come on these beauties.” His words were more of a demand than a request, so Taryn began to pump his dick, taking her time to bring him to the brink. It didn’t take long for his body to tense, his head to fall back, and for hot come to stripe across her chest.

Slowing her hand, she watched as he lifted his head to look at her. She locked eyes with him as she ran a fingertip through the thick liquid cooling on one of her nipples and placed it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, ensuring she tasted every last drop of his juices.

“Woman… I’ve had a fair few blowjobs in my time, and yours definitely ranks in the top three.” He watched her, to gauge her reaction to his words, but her face was unreadable as she stood up and walked over to the drinks cabinet to remove a towel to clean her chest. “But, having said that, I’m not finished with you just yet.”

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6578767M. B. Feeney is an army brat who finally settled down in Birmingham, UK with her other half, two kids and a dog. Currently at university studying for her BA (Hons) in primary teaching, she procrastinates on her assignments by listening to music of all genres and trying to get ‘just one more paragraph’ written on whichever WIP is open. She is also a serious doodler and chocoholic. Writing has been her one true love ever since she could spell, and publishing is the final culmination of her hard work and ambition.

Her publishing career began with two novellas, and she currently has multiple projects under way whilst Honour, a compilation of her own military based shorts, was released in November 2013 and her short novel, The One That Got Away was released February 2015. Always having something on the go can often lead to block which eventually gets dissolved by good music and an even better book.

Her main reason for writing is to not only give her readers enjoyment, but also to create a story and characters that stay with readers long after the book is finished, and possibly make someone stop and think “what if…”

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