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Today we have the blog tour for Kiss Me Goodnight by Jennifer Rebecca! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today:

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Title: Kiss Me Goodnight

Author: Jennifer Rebecca

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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About Kiss Me Goodnight:

Detective Claire Goodnite is finally marrying her sexy SAIC, Wesley O’Connell in this suspenseful conclusion to the series.

The hall has been booked, the flowers have been ordered, and the invitations have been sent. Everything is finally falling into place for the happy couple, or so it seems.

That is until a hunter the likes of the old DC Sniper has his sights set on New Jersey Law Enforcement and suddenly the thin blue line has a big, old target painted on their backs. It’s open season on police officers and federal agents alike. She might be the best damn detective in the state of New Jersey but even this case has Claire running for her life.

Not to mention the loss of one of her inner circle seems to have shook something loose in her mind. Claire’s memories of that long ago day when she was taken from her home as a child are surfacing one after another. But will she remember before it’s too late?

It’s like they always say, every story has its ending.

Are you ready for this one?

It’s gonna sting.


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I’m sitting on the old recliner that Wes loves in the darkening living room as the sun goes down beyond the windows. I have an afghan my gran knitted across my legs and an iPad in my hands. I’m reading a trashy historical romance that my mom swore would heal me from the inside out.

“This highlander wields his penis like he wields his claymore,” she had said this afternoon when she called me to tell me that she had sent her favorite book to my account. Although she whispered the word penis. “If that doesn’t heal you, I don’t know what will.”

“Mom,” I had laughed into the phone. “I’ll check it out. Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Of course,” she had said before continuing. “Wes will thank me. I find them . . . inspiring.”

“Mom.” I laugh. “I’m not sure I need to know these things.”

“What?” she had asked with the air of innocence in her voice that she lacked in real life. “It’s true and you’re almost a married woman. You’re going to have to learn to keep things spicy.”

“Trust me, Wes doesn’t have any trouble keeping things spicy,” I had mumbled.

“Well,” she had laughed. “Good to know. I’m glad you’re feeling better, baby girl. I’ll talk to you real soon.”

“Alright, mom. I love you.”

“And I love you,” she had said before she hung up.

That was over and hour ago. I downloaded the book right away and have been lost in it ever since. She was right, our highlander does wield both his penis and his claymore with excellent precision. I had no idea that historical romances could be so . . . steamy.

The lock on the door clicks and I immediately look around like I am guilty. I guess I’m embarrassed to be caught reading a sexy romance novel.

“What’s going on here?” Wes asks immediately taking the temperature of the room. My eyes are so wide that it feels like one of my eyeballs might pop out.


“What were you doing?” he asks me.

“Oh, just reading.”

“Sure,” he says shutting the front door behind him and twisting the lock. “What were you reading?”

“Just a book.”

“I gathered that,” Wes says with a raised eyebrow. “Mind if I take a look?”

I let out an eep. “No, don’t do that.”

He watches me for a moment rolling up his cuffs as he moves deeper into the room. “Have you eaten?”

“No. I waited for you,” I say nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t start anything. I wasn’t sure when you would be home.” Why am I so nervous?

“Don’t apologize,” he says before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “You were supposed to be resting today. Want to come talk to me while I fix something quick?”


I follow Wes into the kitchen and watch as he pulls chicken breasts out of the fridge along with vegetables. He pulls oil and a skillet from the cabinet.

“Can I do anything to help?” I ask.

“Sure thing,” he says before picking me up and setting me on the island to sit next to the cutting board where he laid out the vegetables.

Wes heats up the oil in the skillet before placing the chicken breasts into the pan. He moves over to the island and picks up a knife cutting salad vegetables while he stands next to me. His elbow brushes my thigh every so often sending tingle up my spine and heat to other places.

Mom was right about the book. I’m feeling inspired.

“So, what were you reading?” he asks me softly.

“Oh, this and that,” I answer as vaguely as possible while feeling the blush heat my cheeks and travel down my neck.

Wes dumps the vegetables into a big, blue glass bowl. He sets the salad over on the other counter before dumping the cutting board and knife into the sink.

“So pretty,” he rumbles as he traces a fingertip down my neck and over my chest just skirting my cleavage. “I love it when you blush.”

“I’m not blushing,” I lie.

“What were you reading?” he asks me again, crowding me in.

“It was nothing . . . really.”

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Please.”

“It was a romance that my mom sent me,” I admit.

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Wes says as he steps between my legs. “What was it about?”

“A highlander.” Wes smiles wicked.

“And what did this highlander do?”

“He wields a sword.”

“Anything else?” Wes rumbles as he places open mouth kisses against the side of my neck. His beard scraping my skin in delicious ways.

“He also wields a pretty powerful penis,” I admit when Wes scrambles my brain with his mouth.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” I breathe as he moves his hand up underneath my blousy tank top to burn against the bare skin of my belly.

“I bet we can do better than that,” he says with confidence.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says as he unsnaps the button on my shorts. “Lay back.”

I do as Wes asks laying back on the cool stone of the kitchen island. He pushes my tank up exposing the skin of my belly and places soft kisses there as he unzips my shorts and pulls them from my body.

“So wet,” he tells me as he touches his fingertips to the gusset of my panties before pulling them down my legs. “Is this for the highlander or for me?”

“You,” I tell him as he traces my opening with the tip of his index finger.

“That’s fucking right.” He sinks that finger deep into my pussy and I want it and so much more.

“Wes.” My breath catches in my throat as he pulls his finger from between my legs and sucks it deep into his mouth, keeping his deep whiskey eyes locked on mine. Wes says nothing as he pops that finger free and then unbuttons the buttons down the front of his Fed dress shirt before letting it fall to the floor. “Please.”

But that’s the last coherent thing I say as he leans over, putting his mouth on me. He licks me like a starving man. All the air is sucked out of my lungs as he flicks my clit with his tongue over and over never letting up, never letting me catch my breath. Wes’s scruff abrades my inner thighs

I arch my back against the stone countertop, the cool marble a harsh contrast to the way that Wes is heating my body from the center out.

Wes drags his lips down my thigh as he thrusts two fingers deep into my center but it’s just not enough.

“I-I need,” I pant.

“I know what you need, baby,” Wes says as he pushes to his feet to stand over me.

Wes unbuckles his belt and unhooks his pants. The sound of his zipper going down is drowned out by the pops of the chicken as it sizzles in the pan but when he pushes his pants and boxers briefs down, letting his hard cock spring free to bob between us thick and heavy, I could care less about the chicken.

“Wes.” I roll my bottom lip into my mouth and nip at it as I watch Wes pump his hard length in his fist.

“Do you want my cock or a highlander’s?” he asks me as he notches the tip to my opening.

“Yours,” I pant desperately. “Only yours.”

My correct answer is rewarded when Wes drives home in one long, hard thrust. I let out a groan release my lip from my teeth.

Wes leans forwards on his elbows on either side of me. He grinds his hips into me as he drives forward. Each slow thrust is accentuated by a swivel of his hips.

“Your highlander might turn you on, baby,” he says as he slides in again.

“Yes,” I pant.

“But it’s my cock that makes you come.”


Wes slides his hand up the side of my body and pinches my nipple between his fingers as he palms my breast before leaning down to take it in his mouth. I arch my back and let him take it as he slides deep, hitting a secret spot deep inside.

Wes lets his teeth scrape against my nipple as he lets it slide free from his mouth. He slides his arms underneath my back spearing me deeper onto his cock, pulling us upwards so that I’m sitting on the edge of the counter as he powers into me again and again.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hang on tight as he drives faster and faster.

“I love you so much,” he says against my mouth.

“I-I love you,” I pant.

As he drives his cock faster and faster, harder and harder into me I know that I’m close, so so close. It won’t take much to push me over the edge.

“I-I’m going to—” I start

“Come now. Give it to me.”

Wes presses his mouth to mine absorbing the noises that are coming from my mouth as I fly over the edge. Wes is right behind me thrusting one more time before planting himself deep as he lets go and comes inside me.

Wes places soft kisses to one corner of my mouth and then the other, over each of my eyelids, and then finally over my mouth. I open underneath him and let him lick in. Wes breaks our kiss to drop his forehead to mine.

“Thank the highlander for me.” He laughs.

“I think . . .”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I think I’m going to buy you a kilt for a wedding present.” At that, Wes throws his head back and laughs. The chicken mostly burned to the pan behind us.

Wes kisses me—quickly but passionately—one more time before sliding free from my body and doing up his pants letting his belt hang open.

“I’m just going to lay here and die,” I inform him while I’m spread out like a starfish on the large island in the kitchen.

To that, the love of my life just smirks, smug bastard that he is and all.

“Well this doesn’t look so good,” Wes says from somewhere behind me. I tip my head back and to the side to see that he is poking at the chicken breasts in the pan with a spatula.

“I’m sorry to say it,” I tell him. “But those look like a done deal.”

“I’m sorry.” Wes sighs.

“No, don’t apologize. It was worth the sacrifice. I mean . . . I enjoyed myself.”

“I know.” Wes smirks at me again. I roll my eyes.

“You are truly ridiculous.”

“I know that too,” he tells me. “But I’m your ridiculous.”

“That is true.”

Catch up on the series:

Tell Me A Story:

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Tuck Me In Tight:

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Say a Sweet Prayer:

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About the Author:

Jennifer is a thirty something lover of words, all words: the written, the spoken, the sung (even poorly), the sweet, the funny, and even the four letter variety. She is a native of San Diego, California where she grew up reading the Brownings and Rebecca with her mother and Clifford and the Dog who Glowed in the Dark with her dad, much to her mother’s dismay.


Jennifer is a graduate of California State University San Marcos where she studied Criminology and Justice Studies. She is also an Alpha Xi Delta.


10 years ago, she was swept off her feet by her very own sailor. Today, they are happily married and the parents of a 8 year old and 6 year old twins. She can often be found in East Texas on the soccer fields, drawing with her children, or reading. Jennifer is convinced that if she puts her fitbit on one of the dogs, she might finally make her step goals. She loves a great romance, an alpha hero, and lots and lots of laughter.





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Missing Signal – Blog Tour

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Title: Missing Signal

Author: Seb Doubinsky

Release Date: 8/29/18

Genre: Science Fiction, Dystopian

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From Seb Doubinsky, author of The Song of Synth, The Babylonian Trilogy, White City, Absinth, Omega Gray, and Suan Ming, comes his highly anticipated next installment in the City-States Cycle. Missing Signal—a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a government conspiracy? Agent Terrence Kovacs has worked for the New Petersburg Counter-Intel Department propagating fake UFO stories for so long that even he has a hard time separating fact from fiction. Especially when he’s approached by a beautiful woman named Vita, who claims she’s been sent from another planet to liberate Earth.

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Seb Doubinsky is a bilingual writer born in Paris in 1963. His novels, all set in a dystopian universe revolving around competing cities-states, have been published in the UK and in the USA. He currently lives with his family in Aarhus, Denmark, where he teaches at the university.

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IN FLAMES by Jessica Jayne – Blog Tour

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by Jessica Jayne
Publication Date: July 23, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Standalone



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Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter and knew that came with risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own. Even though her marriage to Chad Riley had its difficulties, dealing with the last year without him has not been easy. Her brother-in-law, Matt, has been the rock that has kept her from collapsing or imploding.

As a fireman, Matt Riley had been at the scene when his brother, Chad, was killed. For the last year, Matt has suffered from survivor’s guilt and drank himself into oblivion. His sister-in-law, Gracelyn, supported him, lending him a shoulder to cry on. Her friendship has pulled him through time and time again until he finally sobered.

With the year anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt turn to each for support and comfort. What they didn’t expect was to realize that their feelings for each other go beyond the solid friendship they share. Can they overcome the guilt and the scrutiny of their family and friends to find love together?


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Jessica is a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. She graduated from college with a bachelor’s degree in English. What college major could possibly be better than one that makes you read novels and write about them! Now she is thrilled to be able to share all the stories floating around in her head!

Jessica loves to travel and travel often! She’s a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! She’s a wine-making (and wine-tasting) aficionado. She loves all music. And nothing is better than sunset at the beach!

In the journey of life, she also married a wonderful man and had three beautiful (and sometimes crazy) children. Life is always an adventure.

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Complicated Love – Blog Tour


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Keeping two lovers in sync is hard enough. Three is incredibly complicated.

Jaxson, Chase, and Emma may have officially bit off more than they can chew. Already running two wildly successful clubs in Washington D.C., they decide to expand, opening Runway West and Black Light West in luxurious Beverly Hills, California. But there is no relaxing for the infamous threesome. With construction deadlines looming, staffing decisions to make, and multiple outsiders hitting on her men, Emma feels pressured into keeping a dangerous secret from them–breaking the number one rule of their unique relationship.

Can Jaxson, Chase, and Emma’s complicated love survive all that life is throwing at them, or will the pull of outside influences cause it to fall apart forever?

Author’s Note: Complicated Love takes place in the Black Light world and while the characters have appeared in previous books, it can be read as a standalone and complete story



Finally remembering she had a job to do, Brandi shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs and jumped into their interview. This was his third live appearance on TV during the weeklong PR push to advertise the upcoming grand opening of their newest dance club, Runway West. He was already exhausted and the club wasn’t even open yet.

“So, I think I speak for all Southern Californians when I say welcome home. I’ve heard you finally moved back to the Sunshine State after living on the wrong coast for a few years.” He tried not to cringe at her misguided attempt to be funny. She’d just pissed off anyone watching who loved the East Coast.

Chase smiled politely, keeping his voice steady. He didn’t want his tone to betray his growing displeasure with the recent change in his life. “Yes, at least part-time. We still have homes in New York City and D.C., but we decided it would be fun to spend a chunk of the year on the other coast.”

“And so, of course, you just had to purchase one of the most opulent properties in Beverly Hills and turn it into your new West Coast hub, right?”

“Well, you know what they say,” he chuckled. “Go big or go home.”

Brandi’s flirtatious reaction was over the top for the tame morning show. “Go big, indeed. That’s a perfect description of how I remember you. Big.”

His burst of laughter was out before he could contain it. He tried to smooth over Brandi’s misplaced innuendo.

“The gated estate we purchased is five full acres of prime real estate just a few blocks off the famed Rodeo Drive and not far from the Beverly Hills Country Club. We’re almost done with the extensive renovations to turn the mansion into the premier entertainment destination in Southern California.”

“That must have cost you a fortune. It’s a good thing your modeling career was so successful.”

He noticed the slight blush on her cheeks as she struggled to take his lead at refocusing the interview on the club. “Yes, Jaxson and I did quite well on the runway, and in print, and while we opened Runway East completely on our own, we did decide to collaborate with several investors in the lucrative Runway West project. We, of course, retain the majority ownership in the investment.” He left off how much it cost just to soundproof and secure the basement level where the most private parties would take place. They wouldn’t be mentioning that club in the public relations jaunt.

“So, are the rumors true?” She was back to her flirtatious banter.

“And which rumors would that be?” He grinned, casually sipping his coffee before adding. “There always seems to be an abundance of drama that swirls around us at any given moment.”

No truer words had ever been spoken. Of course, considering the public way they’d outed their unique relationship, he knew they had opened the door to the scrutiny.

“Well, feel free to set the record straight on any or all of the outrageous things printed about you. I’d love to get the scoop.” She leaned across the short distance between their chairs to pat him a bit too high on his thigh.

“I bet you would,” he snarked, patting her hand once before picking it up and clearly putting it back in her own lap. It was getting harder to contain the laughter he was suppressing at her expense. She was making a fucking fool of herself.

Brandi recovered with her follow-up question. “I’m specifically referring to the rumor you’re building the next Playboy mansion. That you’re planning on hosting sex parties and skinny-dipping pool parties.” Before he could respond she tacked on, “If so, I hope my invitation is in the mail.”

Chase smiled politely, careful to look towards the live camera feed. “Well, I’m sure Jaxson, Emma, and I will be christening the pool, and every other room in the house, if you get my drift. But I’m afraid the rumors are false about hosting sex parties.”

She appeared annoyed at his continued insistence on using words like ‘we’ and ‘us’ and appeared outright hostile at the mention of his lovers’ names.

He used her continued silence to add on. “What we do plan on hosting are parties for the rich and famous that will be free from prying eyes. We’ve made the decision to make the entire estate electronic free. Meaning all guests will be required to check their phones, cameras, smart watches, Fitbits… you name it. All electronics will be checked immediately upon entering the mansion. The only electronics will be our own private and high- tech security cameras meant to keep everyone safe.”

Brandi finally started acting like the journalist she was supposed to be. “Why in the world would you create such a restrictive rule? Aren’t you worried no one will come? After all, I don’t know of many people who let their cell phone out of their sight for more than two minutes these days.” As if to prove her point, she reached behind her back and pulled her own phone out to show the camera.

He smiled indulgently. “Maybe in ninety-nine percent of the country this rule would be business-suicide, but we’re banking on a large portion of our targeted patrons appreciating the privacy we’ll be able to offer.”
Her sly smile was back. “And exactly what will happen behind closed doors that needs to stay so private?”

Chase chose his words with precision, careful not to cross the line between advertising their public Runway West venture and disclosing details of their extremely private Black Light West project.

“Well, we learned in D.C. there’s a portion of the population that is always in the spotlight. Maybe it’s because of their job or who they married, their athletic prowess or their sexual exploits. Hell, whatever the reason, every time they leave the house they are on display. Jaxson, Emma, and I know something about having to hide from the paparazzi just to go out for a pizza or take in a movie. It gets exhausting. Runway West is meant to be a safe haven where the rich and famous can let down their hair and just be themselves without fear of pictures showing up on social media within minutes.”

“But surely there aren’t enough people in that category to make your club a success?”

“That’s the best part. There are even more people looking to have a good time, who’d also love to rub elbows with their favorite actor, model, rock star, athlete––you fill in the celebrity. Runway West will be the place for fans to meet their favorite celebrities in an intimate setting. There’s just one hitch. We’ll be making sure what happens behind closed doors will stay there. There will be no paparazzi allowed.”

“Ooooh, this sounds like so much fun. I hope I’ll get an invitation to visit the club.”

“No invitation needed. Runway West will be hosting concerts, runway fashion events, and will be open three nights a week to the public. All you need to do is invest in the entrance fee or a ticket to one of the hosted events, sign a standard NDA, and you’ll be in.” Chase didn’t miss her pout when he ignored her invitation to treat her like a VIP with a personal invitation.

“It all sounds so secretive. What will happen to someone who gets caught sneaking in their phone or talking about what happens there?”

Anyone who knew Chase at all knew he didn’t have a mean bone in his body, but he used his acting skills to plaster on his most menacing smile. “Any violators will be publicly humiliated before they face a lifetime ban on returning.”



USA Today bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and furry rescue dog named Max. She is fortunate to have been able to travel extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia’s readers appreciate her riveting stories filled with deep, character driven plots, often spiced with elements of BDSM.





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Corrupt Desires – Blog Tour


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Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…

Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the impossible.

It should have stayed a one-night stand.

Now, it’s too late.Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.

*This is a standalone full-length novel with an intense, heroic Dom, BDSM, drama, suspense, and a world of corrupt men that make this fairytale darker than most. How far would you go for your happy ending?

“Beg me again, Phee.”
“Bryant…” Phee groaned, panting against the bedding, bent over his lap as he teased her mercilessly. His fingers curling down to brush against that bundle of nerves inside as his thumb pressed rhythmically over her clit. Continuing until she was gritting her teeth to hold back the flood of pleas that threatened to escape.
“Either beg me for what you want, or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t come all night.” Bryant’s threat made Phee’s mouth drop open, but before she could come up with something smart ass to say he slid a third finger inside her, pumping them in a vicious tease that had her shivering towards the edge of a glorious orgasm.
“Oh God… Bryant!” Phee bucked against his grip, but he refused to let her move, and so she finally gave in. Let go and let the tug of Bryant Holbrook’s whirlpool drag her down. “Please, Bryant, please fuck me, because I’m going to lose it if you don’t. Please, please—”
Bryant pushed her off his lap and onto her back, and then he was on top of her, his knees moving her thighs apart as she arched up against his chest. “You beg so well, Phee,” he purred, hips dropping between hers, and she was infuriated by the fabric separating them as he ground himself against her.
“Bryant! Please!” Phee reached down and tugged at the waist of his boxers, and he laughed against her skin as he kissed up her neck.
“So, you’re saying you want me?” Bryant grinned at her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Yes! I want you, please, Bryant,” Phee begged, the whine in her voice obvious as she rolled her hips to try and get more contact, to try and get him to give in. Damn his self-control.
“All you had to do was ask.” He kissed her hard, biting her lip and devouring her mouth in a delirious rush that finally gave her a hint that he felt the same way she did. Lifting her hips, she moaned against his lips, desperate to feel him inside her. Breaking the kiss with a groan, he twisted to grab a condom from the bedside table and she immediately reached for his boxers. Bryant went still, grinning down at her. “Did I say you could move your hands, Phee?”
Whining, she returned them above her head, and it was torture to watch as he slid two fingers into his mouth. Tasting her like he had all the time in the world as the condom hung in his other hand and his cock stayed trapped behind dark cloth. Lifting her hips into the air, she was reassured by the way Bryant’s gaze burned down her body to focus between her legs. “Please, Bryant. Please…”
“You taste so good.” That cocky smile tilted his lips and he gripped himself through his boxers, stroking as he lifted the foil of the condom to his mouth and tore the edge. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes, I will, I swear!” All pride out the window, she clenched the bedding in her fingers so she wouldn’t move.
“Next time I’m going to tie you up just so I can watch you writhe like this.” It was a promise she hoped he’d keep, but then none of it mattered because he was pushing his boxers down. He was long, thick, and she wanted to taste him, but didn’t dare move and tempt him to drag this out any further. He rolled the condom on slowly as he leaned over her. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded and she did.
“Bryant,” she whispered, and then he was kissing her. One of his hands enveloped her wrists, tightening to hold them in place as she moaned against his lips, his cock brushing against her in a tortuous tease. She lifted her hips, pleading in broken murmurs, before he finally thrust inside her.
It was like hitting the ocean floor, the whirlpool an endless height above her, and she arched hard off the bed. He growled his own pleasure, hand tightening the grip on her wrists as he started to move. Each thrust pushing her closer to that tenuous edge of sharp pleasure, and an endless stream of pleas slipped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder. “That’s right, beg me for it…”


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