All Tied Up: Pleasure Inn, Book 1 (8 page)

“Jesus,” he growled. “You taste sweeter than a peach.”

Lindsay bit down on her bottom lip to suppress a sexually frustrated moan. A shiver prowled through her. “Please,” she begged, her body reacting to the lust in his voice.

His rough tongue touched her lips and spread them wide apart. “Open your legs,” he demanded.

Lindsay spanned them as far apart as possible. Her entire body lubricated. Warm liquid touched her thighs and made them quake. Heat crawled over her body and warmed her from the inside out.

“So perfect.” The warmth from his breath caressed her flesh and stroked her clit. Her entire body shuddered and she jerked her hips forward, pushing her pussy against his face, begging for more, begging for him to ravish her.

His hand came around to smack her ass. “You’re not ready for me yet,” he bit out.

Oh God, that slap did the most amazing things to her nerve endings.

His thumb touched her clit, applying gentle pressure. The sweet torture made her convulse. When she wiggled, he smacked her again. “Keep still, Lindsay, or there will be no pleasure for you.” The heat in his voice excited her even more.

She whimpered and almost lost it right then and there. She loved how he took control, of her pain and her pleasure.

When he turned his attention to her pussy and dipped his tongue inside, she knew she wouldn’t last long.

Brad reached inside the box again and pulled out the bottle of peach-flavored Hot Kisses. He gave it a slight shake and opened it. With a wicked grin on his face, he dipped his finger into liquid and dabbed it on her clit.

The minute the cold touched her heated flesh, she felt all her composure slip away. Brad rubbed, until she was sufficiently coated. Then he pulled her swollen lips apart and blew a cool breath. Her clit tingled, her sex quaked, her world turned upside down. Palming her curves, he held her and absorbed her tremor. Once she stopped shaking, he blew on her sex, and her entire body went up in a burst of flames.

“It feels so good,” she managed between gasps.

One finger slipped inside her. “You’re very close, Lindsay.”

She made a move to rake her hands through his hair but when her arms were tugged back by the leather restraints, it excited her even more.

Brad pushed another finger inside her. It was a deliciously snug fit. With the tip of his tongue, he went to work on her clit. As his heat seared her aching bud, it became her undoing. Lindsay could feel the pressure building inside her, growing in intensity until her body shuddered and throbbed and splintered into a million pieces. Breath rushed from her lungs, liquid arousal rushed from her sex and her legs nearly gave out.

“Brad,” she cried out as her orgasm washed over her.

Brad stayed on his knees for a long time, his tongue licking her sex. “God I love you so much, Lindsay,” she heard him whisper from between her legs.

A moment later he climbed to his feet and brought his mouth to hers. She could feel his cock press insistently against her stomach and knew she had to feel him inside her.

She could barely think, barely talk. She forced the words out between labored breaths. “I need you inside me, Brad. I want to make love with you.”

He touched her cheek and ran his thumb over her eyes, her nose and her mouth. “I’d like nothing more, Lindsay. But you’re not ready for me yet.” His hands went to her leather restraints and unleashed her.

Her eyes felt heavy. “What are you doing?”

“Now it’s my turn, my way.”

With her brains still fuzzy from that powerful orgasm, she couldn’t comprehend anything he was saying. Instead of asking, she just blindly followed him to the bed.

She stood there, awaiting instruction. As his gaze washed over her with love, it suddenly occurred to her, no instructions were to come. He was showing her what he wanted and needed.

Warm arms circled her waist, his eyes were filled with such tenderness, everything in her reached out to him.

He put his mouth close to her ear. His silky hair swept over her shoulder and brought on a shiver. “I’m so crazy about you.” He eased her onto the bed, stood back and removed his clothes. Lindsay watched with heated interest, enjoying the show.

Without taking his hungry gaze off her, Brad grabbed a condom from his wallet, sheathed himself and slid back onto the bed with her. With the utmost care, he lay on top of her and spread her legs with his knees. He traced the pattern of her face as his mouth found hers. His kiss was deep, emotional.

He inched back and met her gaze. His eyes had softened and gone was all the dominance from earlier. One hand touched her face, heat radiated from his fingertips. “Now you’re ready for me.”

Shifting his position, he took a long moment just to look at her. Then he eased his thick cock inside her, slowly, giving her only one inch at a time, prolonging her pleasure.

His lips took possession of hers and his kiss touched her in places so deep she thought she’d burn up. His warm familiar scent curled around her as he moved his hips, gently, methodically, giving and taking. She became pliable beneath him, offering herself to him fully, body and soul.

His cock pressed deeper, and his thrusts became more urgent. Deep breaths expanded and collapsed his chest as he rocked against her.

“Oh, babe, you are incredible.”

Sex had never, ever been this good for her. And she knew why, because she’d never had sex with a man she loved.

His lovemaking was so slow, so tender that it filled her with love and brought her to the edge in no time at all. Her hands curled around his neck as another orgasm pulled at her. “I’m there.”

As his eyes locked on hers, languorous warmth stole through her. “Me too.”

She gave herself over to her orgasm and could feel his cock pulse inside her as he too reached his climax. Corded muscles shifted when he angled her for a deeper thrust. His breath came in a ragged burst and he threw his head back as he emptied himself in her.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her whole body shook in delight and the world around her tilted on its axis. Brad remained inside her for a long time, until their breathing returned to normal. She played with his hair, enjoying the weight of his body on hers.

Rolling onto his side, he dragged her with him and pulled her in close. He touched her cheek and gave her a warm smile.

“Wow,” she murmured.

Brad chuckled. “You really are something else, you know that?”

When she offered him a sassy grin, his eyes filled with laughter. “Why yes, I do, Brad. But feel free to keep reminding me of that.”

“That’s a pretty smart mouth you’ve got there, Lindsay.” His hands moved to her hips, his fingers bit into her flesh. “And you know what I do with smart-mouthed women.”

Her eyes lit with intrigue. “No, what?”

“I punish them.”

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A former government financial officer, Cathryn Fox graduated from university with a bachelor of business degree. Shortly into her career, Cathryn quickly figured out that corporate life wasn’t for her. Needing an outlet for her creative energy, she turned in her briefcase and calculator and began writing erotic romance full-time. Cathryn enjoys writing dark paranormals and humorous contemporaries. She lives in eastern Canada with her husband, two kids and chocolate Labrador retriever.

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It was just a sexy game. Then things went south…

One on One

© 2009 Cathryn Fox

Taylor Dayton has been holding back a secret from her best friend, firefighter Christian Bain: he’s the only man who can douse the flames inside her. It’s time he noticed her as more than an ice cream and movie pal. What better way to melt the blinders from his eyes than propose an irresistibly sexy grooming session?

Christian can hardly believe the woman from his erotic dreams has just issued a siren call no red-blooded male can resist. He’ll give her what she wants, and when he’s done with her, she’ll need more than a fire hose to cool her down.

When their little game leads them to discover their secret fetishes and fantasies, they realize that this sexy seduction is no longer just a game.

This time, it’s for keeps.

Warning: Hot sex in creative places, may leave reader salivating for more…

Enjoy the following excerpt for
One on One:

Grabbing his keys, he walked to the door, pulled it open and, much to his surprise and delight, came face to face with the star of his erotic dreams.

Poised to knock, Taylor titled her chin. Gorgeous green eyes lit up when they met his. She angled her head, dropped her hand and shot him a playful glance. “I didn’t realize you were psychic.”

He grinned, letting his gaze race over her body. “I bet you didn’t know about my x-ray vision either.”

Chuckling, she looked past his shoulder and scanned his apartment. “I’m not catching you at a bad time, am I?”

“No. I was just heading down to the station for a little one on one.” Although he’d much prefer a little
one on one
with her. When her lips curled down in a frown, Christian cupped her elbow and hauled her inside. “What is it?”

“If you’re busy—”

“I’m not busy. Want to come in and watch a movie? I just picked up a new pint of ice cream,” he added, hoping to sweeten the deal with chocolate and sugar. Okay, okay, so he could have at least tried to mask his enthusiasm a little.

She rolled on the balls of her feet, the way she always did when she had something on her mind. “Actually, I was wondering if you could help me out.”

When her voice took on a serous edge, his grin dissolved. “Of course. Anything, anytime. You know that.”

“I knew I could count on you.” She slipped her bag from her shoulder and dropped it on the floor.

Trying for casual he said, “Hey, what are friends for?” He guided her into the living room and plunked himself down on the sofa.

“Exactly. That’s why I came to you. Only a real
friend
could help me with my dilemma.”

“Dilemma?” He patted the seat beside him, concern gnawing at his insides.

She didn’t sit next to him, like usual. Instead she released the top button on her blouse and positioned herself directly in front of him.

His eyes strayed to her chest, carefully watching the way she moved with innocent sensuality. When he got a flash of tanned skin, he licked his lips with longing. He studied her body language a moment longer and noted that she seemed a little different tonight, a little sexier, a little edgier, and a whole lot wilder.

Her finger played over the next button, fueling his lust and deepening his need for her. For a split second he envisioned himself disrobing her, his hands racing over her silky smooth skin, his lips following closely behind. Temptation to climb to his feet and do just that swamped him, driving him to distraction.

Berating his wayward thoughts, he forced his gaze back to her face and commanded himself to redirect his thoughts. Obviously this was not the time to be fantasizing about her. She had something on her mind and needed to talk.

He shifted to hide his inflated body part. “What is it, Taylor?”

“You see, lately men haven’t been noticing me and since we’re
friends
,” she said, stopping to point at him, “and you’re a guy, I was hoping I could ask your advice on something.”

He noted the way she emphasized the word
friends
—again. Okay, he got it. He might be a little dense at times, but he wasn’t stupid for Christ’s sake. They were friends. Nothing more. He got it.

“Ask away.”

She released the second button on her blouse, then the third and fourth, affording him a view of her creamy cleavage. When she undid the fifth and final button—yes, he was counting—air left his lungs in a loud whoosh. He sat there stock still, watching her peel off her top to reveal the most gorgeous set of breasts he’d ever had the pleasure of viewing.

“You see, Christian. I need an honest male opinion.” She cupped her breasts. “Do you think these are too small? Too big? Is there anything about them that would turn a man off?”

Holy. Fuck.

After a long silent moment, she asked, “Christian, did you hear me?”

“I…uh…no.”

“No what?”

He let his mind wander, imagining what it would be like to draw one of those tight pink buds into his mouth. To suck, lick, nibble and nip until she begged for mercy. But oh no, he wouldn’t stop there. There’d be no mercy for this sexy little siren. No fucking way. She’d pay dearly for this sweet torture. He’d make her beg him to fuck her and once he had her exactly where he wanted her, writhing beneath him like a wild wanton woman, he’d make her come all over him, again and again.

“Christian?” Her voice interrupted his musings and pulled him back.

With his blood rushing south, it became more and more difficult to form a coherent sentence. He coughed and drew a fueling breath. “I think they’re perfect, Taylor.”

She angled herself sideways to catch her reflection in his big-screen TV. She stroked the underside of her breasts and brushed her thumbs over her rosy nipples, making them swell and darken. His body responded with a shudder.

“I thought they were pretty good too, but just wanted to make sure.” Her voice sounded husky, sensual and resonated through him. As lust bombarded his body, his cock spasmed with pleasure, clamoring for Taylor’s undivided attention.

Christian shifted and adjusted his raging erection, aching to remedy his longings. Giving him no reprieve, Taylor unhooked the button on her jeans, and slowly, seductively pulled them down her legs.

Sweet Mother of God!

Casually, like they undressed in front of each other every fucking day, she kicked her pants away and stood before him in nothing more than a sexy pair of white lace panties.

He almost sobbed.

“Now be honest, Christian. Do I have any grotesque flaws? Take your time looking. No hurry.” She slowly turned in a circle giving him a view from all angles. “I really want to know if there is something about me that men find unattractive.”

His mouth watered as he concentrated on his breathing. Heck, put a sexy, half-dressed woman in front of him and it reduced him to Pavlov’s dog. His cock began throbbing and pulsing. He clenched and unclenched his fingers as he admired her luscious body.

“Do you think my ass is perky enough? Here, touch it.” She shimmied closer, grabbed his hand, and put it on her hot little ass cheek. “Give it a squeeze and tell me what you think.” Christian nearly shot a load off right there on the spot as he palmed her lush backside.

Taylor turned her attention to her legs and arched a brow. “Do you think they’re long enough?” Before he had time to answer, she continued, “How about my hips?” She ran her hands over her voluptuous contours, coming perilously close to her pussy. A tremor moved through him as her slow seduction nearly shut down his brain. “Do you think they’re too curvy?”

Barely able to reply, he shook his head. “Perfect,” was all he managed to choke out.

Her brow crinkled and she arched her back, tipping her ass up in the air to check out it out in the TV screen. Undaunted, she pressed on, “Are you sure? You see, not only have men neglected to notice me lately, the ones I have gone out with haven’t bothered to call again. So I thought maybe I wasn’t that physically appealing.”

“Perfect,” he muttered again, noting how easily she’d reduced his vocabulary to one single word.

With that her eyes lit, and she leaned in to hug him. “Thanks. It’s so great to have an honest friend like you.”

Christian could no longer hear her speaking. Delirious with want, his entire focus was drawn to her breasts, noticing the way her hard nipples were hovering only inches from his mouth.

“Is that everything?” His voice was barely recognizable. Fuck, he needed to get her back into her clothes, and out of his apartment so he could abuse the hell out of his rock-hard cock.

“One more thing.” She crossed the room to grab her tote bag. She pulled out a magazine, flipped through the pages and handed it to him. “I’m looking for a man’s perspective on this. Which style do you find most appealing?”

As he glanced down at the article on how to style your pubic hair, Taylor went to work on removing her panties.

Ahhh, Jesus.

“You see, Christian. Tonight I plan on heading over to The Hose and turning heads once and for all.” She shot him a mischievous look. “There will be no more overlooking Taylor Dayton. And when I take a guy back to my place, I plan on looking and acting so hot and sexy, he’ll come begging me for more.”

Christian’s nostrils flared, his cock pulsed and thickened to the point of pain. His blood pressure soared. Knowing he was well past the point of vocalizing anything intelligent, he said, “It’s always good to have a plan.” His gaze shot back and forth between her sweet cunt and the sexy pictures in the article.

She tapped the page. “I was thinking about going with the landing strip.” Taylor widened her legs, her fingers tangling in her silky auburn hair. “What do you think?”

The magazine fell from his fingers. He jumped to his feet. The woman was a goddamn sadist and there was only so much sweet torture a man could take.

“Yeah, I…uh…think the landing strip would look good on you,” he muttered. He began to gather her clothes. Fuck, he needed to get her out of there before he tore off his pants, bent her over the sofa and sank his cock all the way up inside her. How was that for a real friend…

Eyes wide and innocent she said, “The only problem is, I’m out of shaving cream, and to be honest with you, I know I’d probably mess it up, or worse yet, cut myself.” She gave an edgy chuckle and stuck her calf out for his inspection. “You’ve seen the mess I’ve made of my legs in the past. So I was wondering…” The suggestive edge in her voice gained his attention.

Jesus H. Christ, was the little vixen toying with him? Seducing him?

With renewed interest, he pitched his voice low and met her gaze straight on. “Wondering what?”

“If you could shave me.”