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Flying high
with some guy in the sky was never a fantasy Amanda Prescott ever indulged
in. At
50, the sexy widow wants to build her deceased husband's
company to world class status--starting in the Middle East.
So when she
hires 35-year-old ex-Marine Jake Wilcox as her bodyguard, Amanda anticipates
the flight to Dubai in her private jet will be a tantalizing
opportunity to feast her eyes on Jake's toned body.
A nibble of this cherry?
Intro to scene:
Sizing up the curvy boss lady, Jake realizes what Amanda really needs to seal the deal in Dubai is to display the allure of a demanding, confident woman. And what better way to help her rediscover assertiveness than a few hot hours in mile-high ecstasy? His skill brings out the naughty side in Amanda, showing her pleasure and dominance are a delicious combo. But when the plane lands, will Amanda be able to assert her power position to seal the deal in both business and love?
Copyright 2009 Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
What she wanted now was
more of Jake Wilcox. More of his hands and lips all over her. She wanted his unabashed sexuality. His
humor. His persistence. So virile and rational. Yes, she wanted him badly.
Argggh! She headed for her
balcony, slid open the doors, rubbed her arms and leaned on the rail to gaze
out over the alabaster city of Dubai just now waking to dawn. I am awakening to the consequences of what I
have done. And what I must do. What I must ask him.
She whirled for the
connecting door. Just as she reached out to open it, three loud knocks sounded.
She pulled it open to see Jake standing there, bare to the waist, blond hair
wet from his shower, a pair of lounge pants hanging on his jutting hip bones. And
in his eyes, was the sweet, appealing look of a little boy who had lost his
way.
“How are you?” he rasped.
“Well, now that I—” Oh,
what the hell, she’d come so far with him—she’d come so often with him, she could be real with him about other things,
couldn’t she? Shouldn’t she? “Now that I see you again, I’m better.”
He hauled her up in his
arms and clamped her so tightly that he squeezed the air out of her. “Thank God.
I worried.” He claimed her mouth in a marauder’s kiss. “You know any time you
can say this never happened—and I’ll play it like that.” He framed her face
with his huge hot hands. “I’ll be the good little employee.”
She chuckled. “I want
you,” she kissed him back, “to be the big bad lover.”
He
swept her up in his arms and strode toward her bedroom. “Just my thought.” Then
he laid her tenderly down. He posed her just so, hair fanned on the silken
cover, arms out like his sacrifice, legs pressed against her chest as he bent
and spread her out as if she were his prize. “I need you. I’m addicted.”
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And while you're in the mood for fast, might you also fancy a quick trip to Paris?
Delish.
Here is my Paris Expose!
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Paris Expose:
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A nibble?
Copyright 2009 Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
Come soon, Andre. She
glanced over to the
mantel
clock. Ten minutes after ten. Late. Where was he?
As if on cue, he strolled into view in his window opposite
hers.
As
every day before, his beauty took her breath
away.
He was a big man, sculpted but lithe, filling the
window
and her whole world with his black-haired
handsomeness.
This morning, as each one before, he
grinned
at her as his cock rose to greet her without
putting
a finger to himself—just by staring at her—
and
grinning. Today, he smoked no cigarette but
glanced
down at his cock as it filled with blue-veined
desire
and reached toward her. His long winged
brows
arched as he taunted her with a few pumps of
his
cock, making her cunt juice up as he pulled his
thick
head to a blunt point and rubbed the tip when
drops
of cum appeared. Then, just as his lambent
eyes
began to close, just as she became breathless
and
fearful he would step back into the shadows of
his
condo, she jumped up from the arm of the sofa.
“Don’t go,” she pleaded in English, as if he could
hear
her.
He paused, noting her approach. It was
different,
new, to interrupt him.
Dee swallowed all her inhibitions and did the
one
thing she had planned for this morning.
She grasped her shirt at the hem, pulled it over
her
head and threw it aside. Shaking out her long
blonde
hair so that her fat finger curls draped
around
her naked nipples, she paused to catch her
breath.
Did she imagine that he caught his?
Yes,
he had. He was immobile as a statue,
focused
on her. She glanced down at how her areolas
pointed
toward him and she preened, grinning at
him.
His lush mouth spread wide in delight. And he
arched
a black brow at her as if to ask, what else?
She tipped her head and laughed lightly. Then
she
reached in back of her to flick open the button on
her
skirt, and in one shimmy, the thing fell to the
floor.
She raised her face to view his. And oh, she was
not disappointed.
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