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Monday, January 27, 2014

Romance: from Sweet to Kinky

Romance: From Sweet to Kinky
By Berengaria Brown

Kinky: Dinner Delights
Krystal and Troy have been work friends for a long time and are seat partners at a company function. On the dance floor they realize it is time to take their friendship to the next level. There follows a night of hot and heavy sex. By the next morning they realize it is time to move up yet another level—to permanent lovers.

Sweet: Taming my Welsh Dragon
Anwen Llewelyn works for a Temporary Office Replacement Agency as she is the designated driver for her elderly neighbor, John.
Gareth Caldwell is one of the partners at her new job and he’s immediately attracted to her slender, dark good looks, but can’t understand why, when she is so obviously an incompetent worker.
Anwen doesn’t know why she is attracted to a man with a bad temper. And a partner is a long way out of her reach.

Hot: Tasting the Holidays
Marianne is addicted to all things Christmas. She's also addicted to the totally yummy James, but he just doesn't understand the importance of the holiday. Is he teachable?

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“Happy Christmas, honey.”
James leaned in for a gentle kiss, then couldn’t resist deepening it, pulling her against his aching dick, and showing her just how much he wanted her.
Finally he broke the kiss just seconds before he would have passed out for lack of oxygen.
“Maybe we’d better continue this inside,” he suggested, breathing heavily.
“Good plan.” She stepped back to let him enter.
He kicked the door shut behind himself, then pulled her back into his arms. She felt so good there, so much a part of himself. His tongue dived into her mouth again, tasting her, sliding along the insides of her cheeks, behind her teeth, across the roof of her mouth. She was so damn delicious. Honey, nectar, and ambrosia all rolled together into one magnificent woman.
James gripped her hips, grinding his aching dick against her pelvis. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait a moment longer. “I want you so much.”
“I always want you,” she whispered.
And that was true. She was always ready and wet for him, so accommodating, so loving and giving. Damn he was one hell of a lucky man.
James flipped her over his shoulder, one hand holding the voluptuous curve of her ass as he jogged down the hallway to her bedroom.
It was a welcoming room, without being girly. The comforter was a deep gold, the rug bronze, and there was a painting of a field of sunflowers in full bloom on the wall opposite the bed.
But right now the only thing he wanted to see was Marianne naked. He swung her upright and dropped them both onto the bed, his lips locked to hers. Their bodies bounced a little bit on the mattress, then he slid one leg between hers, held her face in both hands and thrust his tongue into her mouth.



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