When he glances over his shoulder, he’s as focused as I’ve ever seen him. I’m only reminded how little control I really have where it comes to Jackson. He’s not the type of guy you can control. I might have started this tonight. That penetrating look in his eyes tells me he plans on finishing it, if he decides to see this through.[...]
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I’m slumped on him, my head resting on his shoulder. His hands stroke my back, waiting me out to recover, my inner muscles squeezing his dick. When I finally lift my head, he’s grinning. “I like the way you come,” he says. I laugh softly, embracing the orgasmic glow. “How do I come?” “Without restraint.” He thrusts hi[...]
I’m so excited to share that I’ve signed with Grand Central Publishing, Forever Yours to write a new romantic suspense trilogy titled TRASHY LIES, releasing summer of 2019. Set in the fictional town of Rock City, Colorado, the series follows three detectives, Boone, Asher, and Rhett on a wild ride through the dark underbelly of their c[...]
He slowly sinks to the floor and crooks a finger at me. “Come here, sweetheart.” I approach him and settle my feet next to his hips, ready to sink down onto his dick, when he arches an eyebrow. “No, Mallory, I want to taste you.” Heat flushes through me, wild and wicked. I take the few steps until his face is near my sex. Whe[...]
When he presses his muscular body against mine, he proves the difference between his body and mine. Where he’s hard, I’m soft. I release a moan, lost in his intensity when he grabs my leg, wrapping it around his hip so he can boldly grind his cock against my sex. That’s the difference between other guys and this guy. He takes whateve[...]