Rance Chevalier had a lot to hide. But not even the darkness of his past can stop him from claiming the woman who set his body and soul on fire. He would fight his own past, the unseen threat to her life and even his own flesh and blood who thinks to take her for his own to make Jade forever his.
Rational thought was difficult. He knew he had no right to feel this way. It was silly to feel threatened or pissed because some other man wanted Jade. Who the hell wouldn’t? It was inconceivable to him that she hadn’t been snatched up a long time ago. She was the type of woman men dreamed about marrying. Not only was she a genuine person, kind and caring, but she was fucking beautiful beyond anything. A true, soul deep beauty that made him catch his breath every time he looked at her. Her body inspired thoughts of procreation on its basest level. She was liquid fire in bed…in the shower, on the couch.
Ah, hell, now he was sporting one hell of a hard on.
“You- you- Jackass!”
Rance blinked at the little furious woman who rounded on him as soon as the door clicked shut behind the hapless Mr. Martinez. Did she just cuss at him? Surely she didn’t. Not sweet, innocent Jade.
“Honey, did you just use profanity? Did that naughty little word come out of your sweet little mouth?”
He had always considered himself a reasonably intelligent man. So why the hell was he acting so stupid? He may have never had a real girlfriend or whatever the hell people called it these days, but he had seen enough to know he was treading down the wrong path. And yet, his couldn’t seem to stop himself. She was well and truly pissed, and for some reason, he liked it. He liked to see those brown eyes spitting fire at him. He loved to see the normally tranquil Jade all fierce and pissy.
“There was no reason do to that, Rance. He is no threat to you. All you were doing was throwing your weight around.” Taking the cutest little finger he had ever seen she actually poked him in the chest. “You. Are. An. Asshole!”
He needed to fuck her. Bend her over her own desk and pull up that too conservative skirt and bury himself balls deep inside her tight pussy.
From the ongoing Naughty Nanny Series
(Rated R+ Excerpts)
Accidentally in Love
“Ichigo!”
“Yes?”
“Stop!” She put her other hand on his forehead to physically halt his progress. Trembling against him, her breathing began to slow.
“I like watching you wiggle,” he retorted, a devilishly wicked smile curved the corner of his mouth, widening at the pleasure on her face.
She giggled. “Touché.”
He folded her into his embrace, and she let him, snuggling into him as if cold. The blanket had fallen to the floor in a hush shortly after he kissed her ear. With her head on his chest, Charlotte sighed, and it sounded happy and pleased, like she belonged right here, like she wanted to be there.
Ichigo had no intentions of ever letting her go.
A stranger, but she felt right, perfect in his arms. He had never believed in true love. And after Sybil, he never thought he’d want to love again or put in the damn effort, but Charlotte made him want all of those things again.
“How am I doing?” he whispered in a rasp, letting his fingers stroke the smooth flesh of her chin and relishing how silky it felt.
“Good,” she said, her lower lip trembled.
“Let me kiss you,” he said, and without pausing he brushed his lips across the expanse of hers. His cock jumped at the exquisiteness of her mouth. So lush and soft. She licked her lips and his heavy phallus thickened.
Damn.
Free Loving
He couldn’t look away as she bent and stretched, going through what appeared to be her morning yoga exercises. She had a full, round ass, tapering down to gracefully formed thighs. She was blissfully unaware anyone was watching as she stood and stretched, reaching toward the sky with her hands. Travis’s hand stroked faster, working his shaft from base to tip using his own precum as lubricant.
There was no way he could stay away from her, not after seeing what was before him now.
Then she turned. Her eyes went straight to the sliding door where he stood, watching her. Bare as the day he was born, masturbating to her early morning ritual.
Run! his mind screamed. Cover yourself, drop your damn hand, do something!
But he didn’t. He didn’t stop the movement of his hand, didn’t attempt to cover himself, he didn’t move at all.
“Oh, baby girl what you do to me,” he moaned, lifting his mouth from hers. She wanted them back.
Instead of giving her what she wanted, he moved his lips down her jaw line to her neck, where he latched on, sucking with biting pressure until she was whimpering and weak, sinking completely in his embrace. By the time he lifted his head Jade was a puddle of need, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. That was exactly how he made her feel and there was no shame in admitting that to herself.
“Undress for me, Jade-baby. I want to see you.” He took a step back, watching her with those glittering aquamarine eyes of his. There was nothing about the request that left room for her to say no. She had never really undressed herself for him before, definitely not in broad daylight where he was sure to see her body was less than perfect. “Don’t you dare start doubting now, sweetheart. I will spank that ass and love every minute of it.”
Lord, those words made her shiver, and it wasn't in fear. He would spank her, thoroughly enjoying himself as he did. She pulled her shirt over her head trying not to cringe as the material drifted to the floor. Her sports bra was far from sexy, but she wouldn’t know it by the way his face tightened. When he looked at her like that she believed herself to be the most desirable woman in the world.
“Keep going,” he growled, the bulge in his pants growing noticeably.
She couldn’t help but think about what those hands hid there. So big and thick, so hot and pulsating- alive. It filled her just right, with a sharp edge of pain making sure she felt every inch. Unconsciously she licked her lips as she slowly drew her own pants down her legs. How would he taste? She had never gotten the chance to see. Suddenly she didn’t feel so shy about her shape, not with the way the organ in question jumped, visibly moving the linen material that encased it. Her clothes couldn’t be gone fast enough. She needed to touch, to taste
Most of the creatures on this mystical island had ignored him, thinking he was nothing more than a human recluse who had stumbled upon scarcely populated island. That was exactly what he had aimed for when he decided to come here. There weren’t enough humans around to know there was something off about him, and the so-called mythical creatures that dwelt in the forests would ignore him thinking he was human. It allowed Ares to achieve his aim. To disappear.
As the God of War, he had watched over countless conflicts all over the earth. He was sick of it. He was sick of death and violence, the fragility of human life that they seemed to never appreciate until it was too late. He was tired of destruction. He simply wanted to watch something beautiful grow and thrive. Gardening was his secret pleasure, what he did to still the horrific images that seemed to have taken permanent residence in his head. Slowly the graphic images of combat, war, destruction was fading and being replaced by the peace and solitude of the forest.
*****
Nika sighed as she pressed against the bark of the tree limb. He was so beautiful. The human’s light golden tan gleamed as he worked his garden with love and care, the play of his muscles as he bent, pulled, and flexed made her quim weep. He pruned his garden with infinite care and diligence. Would he make love to a woman the same way? Nika believed he would. He would caress every inch of his love, showering her with kisses and love bites until she open for him like his believed flowers, ready to be filled with his own special pollen.
The thought cause her to giggle, quickly covering her mouth to mask the sound. Not that he could hear her. Humans never heard the laughter of the mythical creature of the forest. They simply had impressions were they sensitive to a world outside the one they thought they knew. No, she simply didn’t want to alert others of her kind she had an interest in this human.
Leita Mallory likes her new job as a mail carrier in the small town of Hartford, TX.Her coworkers are helpful and her route was not that bad.Or so she thought until the day she delivered a package to one Brian Garrett.
After working a long night shift, Brian Garrett was ready to kill whoever was ringing his doorbell so early in the morning.Instead he found a very beautiful, very pissed off woman on his doorstep.
Dance For Me:
Marina Castillo was a good girl from a small Texas city. She knew nothing about the games adults like to play in the big city. She took a job dancing in a cage in one of the biggest fetish clubs in the city to pay the rent. She had no idea what really went on in places like that, nor was she aware she had caught the eye of the club’s owner, Deacon.
Deacon was a man of strong appetites. Marina’s sweet innocence screamed that she wasn’t prepared of all the dirty little things he’d like to do to her. He had stayed away, knowing she would probably run screaming if she knew what he wanted from her. But the threat of losing her forever forced his hand. He had to make her his or watch her walk out of his life forever.
Excerpts:
Collect On Delivery
As 3 pm rolled around Leita was back at the post office to end her tour.Most of the other employees were older people who had been there for numerous years yet they didn’t make her feel like an outsider.Saying goodbye, she exited through the employee’s entrance and stopped in her tacks.
Waiting by a huge black truck parked near the entrance was the sexy asshole from this morning.Brain Garrett.The name had imprinted in her brain after he opened the door in those low riding sweats she wished had slipped a little further down.Leaning against his truck, arms crossed over his chest, the man tempted her on so many levels.He looked so fuckable in dark sunglasses, t-shirt, and jeans.Taking a moment to compose herself, Leita continued to walk towards him before turning left on the sidewalk, walking right past him, not even giving him a cursory glance.She had no idea why he was there and she didn’t care.Well, ok, she was curious but she wasn’t going to let him know that.She had no time for assholes.
“Hello,” Leita heard him say as he caught up with her, “will you stop a minute?I wanted to apologize for this morning.”That had Leita tripping over her own two feet.Thankfully, she was able to catch herself before she made a fool of herself.His hands had reached out to steady her but he pulled them back when she regained her footing.
“You ok?”
“Yes.” Leita turned to face him.He had the most engaging gray eyes.They were the color of wet cement.She couldn’t break free.And that scared her because for once in her life she didn’t want to run away.
“If you’re off work, I would like to buy you a cup of coffee.Explain about earlier.”
“I don’t drink coffee and quite frankly after the day I’ve had I want nothing more than to go home, shower and change.So if you’ll excuse…”
“I’ll drive you home,” he interrupted.
The last was more of an order than a request.Leita shook her head, mad at herself for imagining things.
“No need.I just live couple blocks away.Goodbye.”Again, Leita turned to leave but the stubborn man followed her.She stopped and faced him, anger written all over her face.“Let’s get one thing straight.I don’t need you to drive me or walk me home.I am very capable of doing so on my own.So just say what you have to say and then leave me the hell alone before I file a police report for stalking or harassment or something.”
“I want to fuck you.”
Well shit.That was the last thing she expected.
Dance For Me
Happily making plans in her head she headed straight to Sunshine’s office. The witch wasn't in yet so she dropped the resignation on her chair so she would be sure to see it. Damn it felt good, even if her boss wasn't here to see her smug smile. Humming a happy tune Marina pivoted on her heel and ran smack into one very hard chest. She didn’t have to look up to see who it was. Although she was wearing five inch stilettos, the man towered over her. If that wasn't enough to give it away, there was his scent. She couldn’t identify the smell; all she knew was it was woodsy, masculine and it tingled her nose firing off feelings women couldn’t afford to have about her boss.
Deacon.
“Excuse me. I was just leaving.” She took a quick peak upward through her lashes, trying to prepare herself for the quickening in her belly she knew was coming.
Nope, didn’t work. She got all fluttery inside whenever she saw him. Being this close only made it worse. The man was walking sin. As if his dark auburn curls and light blue-gray eyes weren’t enough, he was built like a quarterback, all big and strong without being a steroid junkie. He was the kind of man that made women just want to climb him and cuddle. He had this dangerous thing going on, complete with a tattoo of a wicked looking scimitar on the side of his neck. She really wanted to lick that damn thing.
“No problem.” Yeah, she had almost forgotten about that voice. It wasn't that it was deep, just so damn smooth and calm. Like thick honey. “I saw you; I just didn’t feel like moving.”
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