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“Fuck Clay,” he growled.

But she would tell him, now, when their
bodies were fused as if they were one. “I was selfish and stupid,
and I didn’t care what I did, as long as it made me feel good.”

“Christ,” he muttered. “You do feel so damn
good.”

Deep inside, she felt the manic pulse of his
blood through his cock. “I was a bitch, all me-me-me.” She rocked
back against him, letting her body dance with his, mate with
his.

“I love that about you.”

She almost stilled with stupefaction. Love?
“I’ll never do that to you.” She panted, sensation rising inside
her, heat, friction, desire, building to the climax. “I’ll
never...abuse...your trust,” she managed to say.

“Fuck.” He cut himself off, breathed deep,
thrust again, and drove her wild. “I fucking want you the way you
are.”

Her body started to implode. She couldn’t
stop the climax building, soaring, then rocketing through her. She
couldn’t stop
him
, the pounding of his cock, the burning
heat of his orgasm, the shudders of his body as they came
together.

Whether they fell or he eased them to their
sides on the carpet, Ruby couldn’t be sure. He cradled her back to
front along his length, her head on his arm, his cock still pulsing
inside her.

“You’re mine,” he said.

“Completely.”

“You will fuck other men when I choose for
you to do so and
only
the men I choose for you.”

“Absolutely.” She loved sex; she loved that
he wanted her to have sex
for
him.

He stroked the tangled hair back from her
forehead, down her nape, then trailed his fingers around until he
rested his hand on her chest. It was a gesture of possession, yet
one of complete tenderness. With his lips to her ear, he added,
“And I will punish you when I need to. Because I want to. Because
you love it.”

“I do, Holt. I love everything you to do
me.”

On a mere breath, he said, “And I will be
with no other woman, only you. And you will please me in ways no
woman ever has.”

Ruby didn’t cry; she simply melted inside.
Being with him had given her things she’d never dreamed of, the
promise of possession and obsession. She was irreplaceable.

He had said he didn’t care about the scene
he’d walked in on, but
she
cared. Turning her head, she
rubbed her cheek against his, cupped his face to hold him close. “I
didn’t fuck Bradley. I could have; he wanted me to. But there’s
only you, Holt. Nothing is any good without you.”

“I know, baby. Nothing is any good without
you.” He repeated her words as if they were a vow.

She bit her lip in thanks and pleasure, then
settled back against his arm, her body flush with his from back to
bottom. “I don’t need other men.” Holt could give her enough
excitement and spice all by himself.

“
I
want you to have them. I want
us
to have them. I want kinky and sexy and dirty. I want to
tie you up, spank you, give you away, take you back, lick you, suck
you, fuck you. I want everything.”

She smiled as his cock throbbed to life again
inside her. “I’m always at my best when I’m being kinky,” she
admitted.

“I know. I want to dress you up, take you
out, pick a man for you, and watch him fuck you.”

She tingled as his cock flexed. “Clay once
said he was going to wait down in the bar while I went upstairs
with a man. Then I had to call him when I was done, and he’d lick
me clean and fuck me right to heaven.” Just like Holt had done in
the limo.

“I want that.”

“They can fuck me, but you’ll be the only one
who can fuck me right to my heart.” Why not just say it, what she’d
been feeling, what had been growing inside her. “They can fuck me,”
she whispered, “but you’re the only one I love.”

He was quiet for so long, she wondered if
she’d made a huge mistake. Except that it couldn’t be. For the
first time in her life, she was in love, and it could never be a
mistake, not with Holt.

* * * * *

“You’ll still need a good spanking,” Holt
said because for a moment he was beyond any words that were real
and honest.

He felt her smile against his arm. “Of
course,” she said. “And tying up and blindfolding. When I’m really,
really bad.”

“You’re always really, really bad.”

“Exactly. Maybe you’ll need to use a paddle
on me.”

He waited for two beats of his heart. “I
lusted after you even when you were living with Clay. I lusted
after you from the moment you walked into my office for your
interview.”

She was silent. He felt her holding her
breath.

“But it wasn’t the time then. It wouldn’t
have been like this.”

“Like what?” she whispered.

“Respect. Admiration.” He drew his breath
deep, dipped his head down to her hair, nuzzled her, then bathed
her nape with a warm exhale. “Love.” He began to rock gently inside
her, running his hand over her breasts, down her abdomen, holding
her close for his possession.

She kissed his arm, which was probably the
only thing she could reach in that position, and rocked against
him, using her foot to brace herself on the carpet. “Does that mean
you have to fire me now?”

“There’s no company policy that says I can’t
marry my secretary.”

She stopped in the middle of a throaty moan.
“Marry you?”

“Marry me.” He put his finger to her clitoris
and started their rhythm again.

Ruby gasped. “God, yes.”

He figured it was yes to the fucking and yes
to the marriage. “Of course, someone else will have to sign off on
your review and give you your raise.” He rolled with her, putting
her facedown on the carpet, giving himself better leverage as he
stroked hard and deep. “We work perfectly together. In the office.
And right here on your floor.” There was nothing more perfect than
being deep inside Ruby. Unless it was being deep inside her after
she was slippery wet with another man’s come. “I have to thank
Clay.”

She writhed under him, panting out her words.
“What...on earth for?”

“For introducing me to the pleasures of
giving away your woman.” He thrust hard and held himself deep,
savoring her pussy’s contractions around him. “Then claiming her
all over again.”

“Oh God.” She gasped. “Please shut up. I
can’t come when you’re talking at me.”

Oh yeah, Ruby was sassy, sexy. And absolutely
perfect for him just the way she was.

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Hmm, what really happened between Ward and
Cassandra when he picked up Holt’s computer? You’ll find out in the
next West Coast novella,
The Boss’s Daughter
.

And coming soon, the reissue of Jasmine’s
stories from
Twin Peaks
, featuring the Prescott
twins:
Double the Pleasure
and
Skin
Deep
.

Here’s a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy
romance single titles.

Kinky
Neighbors

A naughty little
foursome tale

Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

Cover design by
Rosemary
Gunn

Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands
who don’t mind a little swapping...

The Mitchells and the Harts have been next
door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in
common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,...and a
kinky streak.

Now they’re about to
become
very
good
friends...with kinky benefits.

The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and
unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving
to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all
four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart,
it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever
crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about.
But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional
connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left
out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really
share everything without losing it all?

Chapter One

Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked
him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken
belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the
dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his
cock when he was deep inside her.

“I want to be fucking you just like this,”
she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed
softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his
groin—“while you’re licking her.”

Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her
nipple hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving
it when she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.

“I want to look down and watch you devouring
her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people
always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their
next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the
first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each
other.

She threw her head back, her gorgeous
brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves
it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster
rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their
pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”

When she was like this, Cat simply dragged
him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own
to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she
leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp
little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself
on his thighs.

“Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her
hard.”

Christ, he loved her hot and out of control
like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm
began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her
thighs along his hips and bucked on him.

Her climax wrenched his from him, and he
shot high inside her, shouting out her name.

Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he
pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered
against her fragrant hair.

“That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her
just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in
her pussy.

Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”

She tipped her he
ad back,
grinned at him. “And y
ou love it.”

Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was
special, gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy
and a kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than
female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have
sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years,
Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life
was still fantastic.

She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you
love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He
kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead
of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a
jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining
sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew
she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but
neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him,
her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole
new level.

She stroked his cock to life again. “I just
want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men
need spice.”
She
needed spice, and her imagination was
fertile with ways of getting it.

She loved role playing. She’d had him try to
pick her up in a bar, pretending they didn’t know each other. He’d
practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on
her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car
with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it
risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a
car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived
on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex
fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.

Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy
into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a
personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing
came
of it. The couple was nice enough, married for
twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the
mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight
proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the
attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.

Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair
on his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the
nude.”

Drew chuckled. “What did she say to
that?”

He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a
look.”

Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe
where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And
they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved
into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis
was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer,
and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company.
Like
Drew
and Cat, they had professional
careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone
from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long
past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some
hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very
kinky games.