Giving Thanks for Free Books and Giveaways at The Romance Studio’s Thanksgiving Party

Thanksgiving in the U.S. is just around the corner and that means we’re headed into the holiday season. The Romance Studio is kicking off this festive time of year with their annual Thanksgiving Party, happening now until Wednesday!

Readers have a chance to win free books and other giveaways, including a chance to win a copy of my short story Marital Bonds. I’m also sharing snippets from my books, so if you’d like to read an excerpt or two, stop by each day to see what stories (and scenes) I share.

During this holiday season and all year long, I want my readers to know how grateful I am for you! Thank you so much to everyone who has bought one of my books, left a review, a comment on social media and my blog, and subscribed to my newsletter. Writing is a solitary profession and it brings me joy to know that someone, somewhere has liked a story that I’ve written.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Midweek Tease from Marital Bonds by Ariel Storm

Today I’m taking part in the Midweek Tease! Here’s a snippet from my new release Marital Bonds.

After three years of struggling, I’m tired. I miss my husband. I miss our intimacy.

Three years ago tragedy struck and destroyed our sex life. It nearly ruined our marriage.

Thanks to help from a sensuality coach, I’ve got three assignments to act out with my husband, each designed to help us find our way back to each other and reignite the flame on our once searing sex life.

Excerpt

Eric cupped my head between his hands and brought our mouths together. The old spark was there, just as it had been every time we kissed, touched and the handfuls of times I’d been able to actually make love to my husband in the past three years.

It was there but it was only a glimmer. Nowhere near the kind of inferno it used to be. Maybe it could become that again. Eric edged his hands down my neck, down to my shoulders and he slowly let them slide further south. He stopped them just shy of my ass.

“Andi?” He asked, using my nick-name. His eyes were full of unspoken questions that I knew I couldn’t answer, despite how badly I wanted to.

I used my body to say the things I couldn’t. Leaning toward him, I unbuttoned his olive green button-down shirt. His warm skin beneath my palms made my pulse quicken. He groaned. He hadn’t had this much skin to skin contact with me in a while.

And it had been years since I had initiated any sort of contact like this. I pulled the ends of his shirt out of his pants and unbuckled his belt. He encircled my wrists and brought my gaze up to his.

“I want this so much, but don’t push yourself for me. Remember what happened the last time.”

My face fell at the mention of the last time I’d tried to have sex with my husband.

“I’m not trying to ruin things, I swear.” He brushed the hair off my face and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “There is nothing that I want more than to tear your panties off, bunch that skirt around your waist and take you right here against this wall.”

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Mid-Week Tease an Excerpt from Tropical Heat

It’s Wednesday. Hump day. The middle of the week. I’m taking part in the Mid-Week Tease this week.

It’s been a while since I participated in this weekly hop, but I’m glad to be back, nonetheless!

Read on for my tease and be sure to visit the other blogs in this week’s hop, link at the bottom of this post.

They have one night together, but that night promises to be as steamy as the tropical heat of Jamaica…

Rayne Willows is an artist from the Pacific Northwest looking to shake up her boring life. A trip to Jamaica sounds like the perfect way to let loose and rekindle her passion for photography. When she meets local man Marcus Greene on the beach in Ocho Rios, sparks immediately fly. Marcus offers to show Rayne around his beautiful hometown, but during the sightseeing tour, the two quickly realize the passion they have for each other can’t be held back. They decide to make their one night together a sexy experience neither of them is likely to forget.

“This is a statue of Marcus Garvey, he was a famous Jamaican political leader,” Marcus said. “I’m named after him,” he said and smiled with pride.

“Really? That’s amazing,” I replied while reading the plaque at the base of the statue. Or I had been reading it, until Marcus put his hand on the inscription and began to finger the lettering.

I watched his fingers move over the words. All evening I’d been enraptured by how sensual they were. I’d barely been able to finish my food as I’d watched him use deft fingers to pull the flesh of a chicken from the bone. He wrapped those luscious lips around the pad of his finger and lightly sucked, making sure all the essence got onto his taste buds. How I’d love to take those digits into my mouth and lavish all ten of them with my tongue.

I flushed at the thought. I had to stop, at least for the moment. There was a heat wave going on inside my body, so I turned the glossy pages of a sight-seeing pamphlet into a fan. The soft breeze stirred the filmy material on the neck-line of my sundress.

“Americans,” he said with a smirk when he saw me fanning myself. “This Caribbean heat is too much for you, eh?” Marcus asked, his caramel-colored eyes following the movement of my fan.

Oh, if only he knew my discomfort had nothing to do with the Jamaican weather and everything to do with a certain Jamaican man.

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Mid Week Tease ~ Good With His Hands

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Today I’m taking part in a new (to me at least) blog hop called Mid Week Tease. I love blog hops and I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I like to tease readers with my work, so this seems like a great opportunity to do both while reaching a new audience.

Good with his handsWithout further ado, I’m sharing from my erotic romance Good With His Hands, a scorching read that features a filthy-talking mechanic and the wild-girl-turned-good who can’t resist him. Enjoy!

He’s a sexy bad boy mechanic with a reputation. She’s a guarded reporter with too much to lose to play with fire. She tries to resist him but one touch from him changes everything. 

Recent college graduate Gabby Richards has big plans for her life. At the top of those plans is landing a job for a major magazine in Chicago. While Gabby is busy mapping out her career as a journalist, her father gets seriously injured. Upon hearing of his accident, Gabby drops everything, including her career plans, and heads home to her small, rural town of Clear Lake, but vows to return to Chicago as soon as her father is well.

On her first day back in her hometown she has a run-in with the town’s sexy new mechanic, Jake Harrison, and meeting him turns everything upside-down. Despite her wishes to remain single, she doesn’t see the harm in going on a few dates with him. Soon Jake is helping Gabby confront her past and bringing out a side of her that has remained hidden for years. Even though she wants to remain focused on her career and return to her city life, she begins to wonder if it’s possible to have it all—career, her dream life in Chicago, and Jake Harrison.

 

Once she was on the main road headed back into town she noticed a pair of headlights in her rearview mirror. Thanks to the custom paint job, she could spot Jake almost anywhere. She didn’t want to believe he was following her. Gabby kept an eye on his vehicle as she drove until she watched him pull into Harrison’s Garage. A pang of guilt hit her.

She’d been rude to him when telling him goodbye at Stacey’s house. He was obviously going to work on someone’s car—maybe even her own—on his evening off. The least she could do was go back to him and apologize for her abrupt behavior. She pulled the truck onto a side street and turned back toward Jake’s garage. Knowing town gossip could be voracious she pulled behind the service station and parked. The bay doors in front of the business were closed, so she knocked on the side door that led into the large repair area.

Jake opened the door and her gaze traveled the length of his torso. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Apparently she’d interrupted him as he was changing into his work uniform. If he looked good with his clothes on, the man was even sexier without them. His muscular chest and shoulders were covered in tattoos. The low light inside the garage caused the silver hoop in his right nipple to gleam.

“Hey,” she said softly. Her mouth watered and she forgot the apology she’d been rehearsing in her mind.

“Gabby.”

He took a step back so she could walk in. His gaze flicked over her face and he reached out for her hair, letting a few of the strands slip through his fingers. She walked toward him, closing the distance between them. His mouth was on hers in an instant. A low purring sound emitted from her throat as he breached her lips with his tongue.

She was so glad he didn’t feel the need for words at the moment. His big hands ran along the sides of her torso, down her waist and rested on her hips. He pulled her to him so they were lined up head to toe. Since he was almost a foot taller than her his erection rested against her hip. He was thick and hard. Jake walked her backwards a few steps until she felt her back connect with the door.

Gabby wrapped her legs around his waist and he held her up as if she weighed nothing, with only a hand on her bottom. His other hand slid under her shirt to cup her breast. She tore her mouth free from his and leaned her head against the door. He pushed up the satin cup of her bra and toyed with her nipple.

“Ah, Jake.”

He pushed the other cup down then pulled her shirt over her head. She looked at him. She wanted to see if how she looked pleased him. His blue eyes narrowed and even in the dim lighting she could see the desire burning behind them. He leaned down and put one of her nipples in his mouth. Flicking the point with his tongue as his gaze stayed focused on hers.

She wanted to touch him, wanted him to know how crazy he was making her. Gabby gripped the corded muscles of his biceps and squeezed him there. He pushed himself against her middle, causing his erection to nestle in the hollow of her belly button. The rough denim material of his shorts pressed against her skin and it made her crave to feel him. She didn’t want any barriers between them.

“Jake, I need to feel you. Let me down, I want us naked.”

He released her breast with a pop. “You got it sweetheart.”

He moved his hand from her ass and she slid down the wall. Once her feet connected with solid ground she reached for his waistband. As she unbuttoned his shorts, he helped her out of her bottoms and panties. Beneath his shorts he wore plaid boxers, she pushed them down and his erection bobbed when she freed it from the confines of his clothing.

She palmed his length, loving the feeling of the velvety warmth of his cock. He lived up to her fantasies—and then some—he was huge. The wide head glistened and she rubbed her thumb across the moisture.

“Fuck, what you do to me Gabby.”

He wrapped his hand around hers and removed himself from her hold. She furrowed her brows, unsure of why he didn’t want her touching him. He bent and pulled his wallet from his shorts. A foil package materialized and he ripped it open with his teeth. Jake rolled the latex down his length and stepped closer to her again.

Placing both hands on the door on either side of her head he bent down and kissed her lips. He placed both hands on her hips and ran them down until they were on her thighs. He pushed them apart and she widened her stance. Jake’s fingers grazed the top of her mound before his thumb connected with her clit. He circled it and she moaned at the pressure. She was wet and ready for him. As far as she was concerned everything else they’d done to this point had served as foreplay—the playful banter, dinner twice and of course that incredible kiss in her dad’s driveway last night.

Gabby lifted her leg and hooked it around the back of his thigh. With that bit of encouragement from her he cupped her beneath her ass and lifted her into place. Her back was braced against the door once again and his erection pressed against her clit. He slid it along her seam, teasing her, letting the head stroke her clit. He looked her in the eyes and reached between their bodies. Jake notched the head of his cock to her opening and without breaking eye contact he eased the tip inside her.

They moaned as he pressed in further, slowly letting her body accommodate him. Then, he started to move. He rocked into her and Gaby had never felt something so incredible. She’d been with other men before, but never anyone as big as Jake, never anyone as capable. He’d only just begun and he was already hitting places inside her she’d never been touched before. He licked the pad of his thumb and strummed her nipple with the moistened pad.

“Mmm, Jake.”

He took her sounds as an invitation to go deeper, harder. She arched her back and cried out as he drug his thumb from her breast to her clit. He gritted his teeth and she knew that things must’ve been feeling as good for Jake as they were for her. Feeling emboldened, she reached out and gave his nipple ring a tug. He let out a curse and reared his head back.

“You really shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart. Now, I’m not even going to pretend to hold myself back.”

Want more of Jake and Gabby’s sexy story? You can get Good With His Hands at All Romance eBooks, Amazon, Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Barnes and Nobleand Kobo.

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Sensual Spanking Scene from Special Delivery by Ariel Storm

Today I’m participating in Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. I’m sharing a scene from one of my newest releases, Special Delivery. So, let’s get to it!

Special Delivery CoverWho says good things come in small packages? Corina believes beauty isn’t about size—it’s about attitude—and Zach can’t get enough of her confidence or her curves.

Curvy and proud of it, photographer Corina Saunders seeks to empower other females by shooting boudoir photos of plus-sized women in her home studio. When a charity needs a photographer to photograph twelve sexy men for a hunk-of-the-month calendar, she gladly volunteers her services. Sparks fly during the photo shoot when she snaps pictures of sexy delivery man Zach Moreno’s strategically placed package. When they cross paths again at a charity ball and bachelor auction, Corina surprises everyone—including herself—by placing the highest bid on Zach, the sexiest bachelor up for grabs.

Thanks to the frenzied atmosphere of the auction—and the complimentary champagne—she’s helpless to fight the insane chemistry between her and Zach any longer and the two celebrate her winning bid. With a bang. Afterwards, Corina’s mortified that she had sex with Zach in a cramped supply room at the bachelor auction. How can she face him again? Then again, after bidding an incredible six-thousand dollars to win him at the auction, she can’t afford to skip out on the date. Besides, the sex was unbelievably hot, and she really shouldn’t deprive herself that one indulgence. After all, what harm could come from one innocent picnic in the park lunch date?

 

When his hand connected with her flesh, she only felt only a momentary sting. The smack sounded deafening in her small bedroom. Before she had time to fully process the noise, Zach landed another blow. The sound, along with the sweet sting of his hand on her ass, caused her clit to pulse with desire.

“Am I hurting you, Corina?”

She shook her head.

“No,” she breathed. “It’s so hot.”

By way of responding to her words, he slapped her cheek again. The pain quickly melted into pleasure and a rush of moisture flooded her pussy. He continued the delightful punishment until her ass cheeks grew warm and throbbing. Finally, Zach reached around and used his fingers to part the lips of her sex. His middle and index fingers crooked inside her, while his thumb stroked the swollen nubbin.

Want to read more about sexy, dominant Zach? Special Delivery is available for just .99 cents  at All Romance ebooks, Amazon, Amazon CA, Amazon UK, Kobo and Nook.

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WIP it Up Wednesday: A Sneak Peek at My Forthcoming Release Leather and Lace!

Today I’m participating in a weekly blog hop called WIP It Up Wednesday, where authors share excerpts from their works in progress (WIP) and new releases.

I’m sharing from my forthcoming release Leather and Lace, which comes out this Tuesday, 09/13/2016! Read on for the blurb and the excerpt.

Leather and LaceBecause everyone deserves to get a second chance with their first love. 

When Roxanna Chase finds herself alone in her tiny hometown of Haven, Indiana on Thanksgiving eve, she decides to do the one thing she always swore she’d never do: attend Chatterfest, an unofficial high school reunion held every year the night before Thanksgiving at Haven’s busiest bar, The Watering Hole. After a couple of cocktails and reminiscing with a classmate, Roxanna is overwhelmed, and a little turned on, when her old high school crush Nicholas Birch approaches her at the bar. He’s still as tall, broad-shouldered and sexy as he was thirty years ago. Since he’d dated her best friend in high school, Roxanna had always placed Nicholas in a box marked ‘hands off.’ When Nicholas admits he had feelings for Roxanna in high school, the two decide to leave the bar together and see what happens next. They quickly find that when old flames are rekindled, they can ignite into an inferno that refuses to burn out.

 

“I’ve wanted to do this since senior year,” Nicholas said before he placed a searing kiss on her lips.

Roxanna let out an involuntary moan when he gently parted her lips with his tongue. She wrapped her arms around his waist while their tongues mated and stroked. Placing her hands on his broad back, Roxanna tried to pull his muscular body toward her own. It felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him, as though she couldn’t get enough of him. As though sensing her urgency, Nicholas broke his mouth free from hers.

“It’s these clothes, they’re in the way,” he told her with a seductive wink.

He pushed her cardigan off her shoulders and down her arms, allowing her to pull the garment’s sleeves off her wrists. Her camisole came next. Nicholas eased it slowly over her head. When she was standing before him in only a bra, skirt and stockings, he reached down to caress the material of her brassiere between his thumb and index finger.

“This is almost too pretty to take off. Almost.”

Nicholas used the wide pad of his thumbs to stroke her nipples through the lace cups of her light pink bra. Roxanna’s knees nearly buckled at his touch, forcing her to grip his forearms. She whimpered as he continued to circle the protruding flesh of her nipples. It had been so long since a man had touched her in this way. Hell, she didn’t know if a man had ever touched her in this way. Nicholas seemed to use his caresses to not only illicit a response from her physically, but mentally, too.

Maybe it was due to their past friendship, but normally Roxanna never felt confident enough to stand before a man and let him disrobe her. Especially not in a semi-lit room. When she got naked with a man, she preferred the safety the darkness provided. Nicholas found the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts from their confines.

Her large breasts hung heavy and low on her torso. Nicholas grasped the left one in his hand, leaned down and flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, God, Nicholas,” Roxanna cried.

He lavished the stiff peak with his tongue again before taking it into his mouth completely. Nicholas slid his other hand down her side until he found the zipper hidden in the seam of her skirt. Lifting his head from her breast, he used both hands to work the small zipper down. He pushed her pencil skirt down her hips until it pooled at her feet.

“I think you better remove your own stockings. I want you so bad, I’m sure I’d just tear the hell out of them trying to get them off you.”

Feeling emboldened by his words and the look on his face as he watched her, Roxanna bent at the waist to pull her boots off one at a time. Once she’d removed her footwear, she made a production of slowly rolling the soft, silky material of her stockings down her legs. Her breasts swayed side to side as she leaned down and pulled the ivory tights off her feet. Clothed only in her panties, she stood patiently in front of Nicholas. Waiting for him to pounce.

Leather and Lace release Tuesday, and will be available on All Romance eBooks, Kindle, Kobo and Nook for just .99!

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Excerpt from New Release, Special Delivery

Is bidding on men for charity sexy? I think it is, and I hope readers find it appealing. I’ve always been fascinated with charity auctions. For at least a decade now it’s been a secret dream of mine to attend a bachelor auction. Sadly, no one’s ever invited me to such an event so it remains a fantasy of mine.

Maybe it’s just my competitive nature, but the idea of outbidding everyone and winning a date with a gorgeous hunk is right up my alley. Also, there’s just something about a bachelor auction that creates a sexually-charged atmosphere.

No, really. Think about it. There are the handsome men, adding to the sexy drama is the immediacy of the situation, there’s also the hot men doing their strut down the stage, there’s the bidding, and oh, have I mentioned the gorgeous men?

I guess it should surprise no one that in my latest release Special Delivery, I explore my bachelor auction fantasy. In the book, my female character Corina wins a date with Zach, the hottest bachelor up for grabs at a charity auction. The two have an instant, fiery connection and what happens after the auction is sizzling to say the least.

Read on for the book blurb and an excerpt!

Special Delivery CoverWho says good things come in small packages? Corina believes beauty isn’t about size—it’s about attitude—and Zach can’t get enough of her confidence or her curves.

Curvy and proud of it, photographer Corina Saunders seeks to empower other females by shooting boudoir photos of plus-sized women in her home studio. When a charity needs a photographer to photograph twelve sexy men for a hunk-of-the-month calendar, she gladly volunteers her services. Sparks fly during the photo shoot when she snaps pictures of sexy delivery man Zach Moreno’s strategically placed package. When they cross paths again at a charity ball and bachelor auction, Corina surprises everyone—including herself—by placing the highest bid on Zach, the sexiest bachelor up for grabs.

Thanks to the frenzied atmosphere of the auction—and the complimentary champagne—she’s helpless to fight the insane chemistry between her and Zach any longer and the two celebrate her winning bid. With a bang. Afterwards, Corina’s mortified that she had sex with Zach in a cramped supply room at the bachelor auction. How can she face him again? Then again, after bidding an incredible six-thousand dollars to win him at the auction, she can’t afford to skip out on the date. Besides, the sex was unbelievably hot, and she really shouldn’t deprive herself that one indulgence. After all, what harm could come from one innocent picnic in the park lunch date?

 

 

“So, what do you have in store for me, Corina?” Zach asked, and tightened his grip on her hip.

The two were dancing together at the charity ball following the auction. He hadn’t left her side since she’d stepped forward to claim her prize after bidding on him, not that she was going to complain about that.

“What if I said I haven’t decided yet?” Corina asked.

She knew all the bubbly she’d consumed had something to do with her saucy answer. Zach smirked and raised an eyebrow at her reply.

“Let me know if you need help, I might have an idea or two about what I’d like to do with you. Of course, a sexy redhead like you probably doesn’t need suggestions from me.”

The song came to an end and they stopped moving briefly in the silence while they waited for the next melody to start. In that moment, Zach held her still in his arms and locked his gaze on her. A shiver traveled down her spine. How was she supposed to respond to his innuendo? Sexy talk wasn’t her strong suit. In an attempt to make the situation less sexually charged, she brought up their impending outing.

“Right…about our date, why don’t you tell me what you like? Do you enjoy spending time in nature?”

“Yes, I love the outdoors. Just what did do you have in mind?” Zach pressed again.

“With a body like yours, I figured you had to get a lot of fresh air and exercise.” As soon as the words tumbled from her lips, Corina placed a hand over her mouth as though to ensure she didn’t say anything else embarrassing. Alcohol had caused the filter on her mouth to cease working completely.

“So you’ve noticed my body, huh?”

“Yeah, I mean…you looked pretty fit at the photo shoot.” Mortified by her words, she broke eye contact and directed her gaze across the dance floor. “I mean…never mind. Back to our date. I’ve planned a simple picnic lunch, at Forest Park. And afterward, I thought we could walk around, and visit the museums,” she said about one of the most notable green spaces in the city of St. Louis.

“That sounds fun. But, you get me all day, you know? Since you’ve planned lunch, why don’t I plan dinner?”

“Okay. Are you going to give me a hint about what we’re doing for dinner?” Corina asked when the two stopped dancing momentarily as the band introduced the next song.

“Nope,” he said simply as he swept her up into his arms again.

The musicians played a slower number, and Zach pulled her body closer.

“You know, technically our date on Saturday won’t be our first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we chatted during the calendar shoot, so that was our ice- breaker. Then I rang your bell,” he said and bobbed his eyebrows up and down. “And I met your dog. That’s a pretty serious step. Then tonight, this is practically our third date.”

“And everyone knows what happens on the third date,” Corina said around a giggle that ended with a hiccup.

She’d really had too much to drink. She looked up into Zach’s eyes and noticed the dark irises seemed to glitter like onyx. He narrowed his gaze at her. Now she’d gone and done it. She must have embarrassed him with her blathering.

“Of course I know what most people do on the third date. But, sometimes you meet someone and the connection is there and you just can’t wait that long,” he purred.

He ran his hand along the lush curve of her hip and settled his fingertips at the top of her ass. His electrifying caress caused a bloom of desire to unfurl inside her. The tips of her nipples hardened and tingled from the intimate position of his hands on her body. She pressed herself even closer against to him, and loved the feel of his solid chest as it pressed against her breasts. She repositioned her hips, which caused her thigh to graze his pelvic region. When she felt the rigid length of his cock against her leg, her pulse leapt and her sex clenched in response.

Corina brought her gaze up to his and she read the blatant sexual look on his face. God help her, she wanted to rip his clothes off and jump him right in the middle of the dance floor at the sophisticated event. She rolled her lips inward as she thought about placing that big, thick cock in her mouth. She wanted to feel the friction as its smooth head glided across her tongue. She pictured the way his slim hips and plump ass would look while he pumped into her mouth. Unable to help herself, a soft moan escaped her lips as the fantasy played out inside her mind.

His fingertips dig dug into the meaty flesh of her hip, and she knew his mind had to be traveling down a similar path. Zach gave her a slow, almost imperceptible nod. Corina was panting for breath, but it had nothing to do with the sexy dance she’d just shared with him. She decided to take the lead and show Mr. Out of My League an evening he wouldn’t soon forget. Turning her head to the side, she placed her mouth beside Zach’s ear.

“Follow my lead,” she told him and then released herself from his grasp.

Scanning the crowd for Anderson, she found him at a table occupied by a few of the night’s bachelors and their bidders. Anderson’s arms flailed in an animated way in front of him. She knew he was regaling people with a wild story, one of the men enraptured by her brother’s shenanigans was Trey, the hot fireman from the photo shoot who’d commented on Anderson’s good looks. She was thankful for the attention the men were paying Anderson, because she didn’t want her brother to see what she was about to do next.

Corina excused her way through the throng of guests on the crowded dance floor and snaked between a series of tables to get to the back of the enormous banquet room. As casually as she could, she turned her head and looked backward over her shoulder to ensure Zach was keeping up with her. He was. The roar of rushing blood reverberated in her ears above the music and gaiety of her surroundings.

She slipped into a dimly lit hallway and then through a door to a tiny closet used for storage. She’d been the photographer at a wedding at this banquet hall years ago and she still remembered the layout. Inside the small space there were extra folding chairs, tables and other supplies. Zach was close behind her and crossed the threshold of the closet seconds after her. She’d barely had time to shut and lock the door before Zach’s hands were all over her body. Using his powerful chest, he leaned toward her and wedged her there, between him and the door. His mouth, warm and insisting, found hers and he plowed all ten of his fingers into her hair when as he kissed her.

Too turned on to care about her mussed appearance or the fact that she’d spent an hour creating the glamorous waved hairstyle, Corina moaned in response and ground her breasts against him. He growled and tilted her head back further. His kiss became even more passionate and erotic as he plunged his tongue into her mouth over and over.

She ran her hands over his shirt, vest and tuxedo jacket. She wanted to rip the finery off his body and expose his chiseled form. He ended their kiss abruptly and pulled back to look her in the eyes.

As if reading her mind, Zach said, “God, I’d love nothing more than to tear that dress off your delicious body.”

He thought her body was delicious? The thought made her giddy and even hornier. “As much as I’d love that, this dress does have a zipper. It’s right here, you see,” she said pointing to the zipper that was hidden in a seam along the left side of her gown.

“That will take too much time,” Zach said as he edged the hem of her dress up her leg. “We’ll have to be quick, and neat,” he added, almost as an afterthought. Once he’d bunched the heavy-beaded material of the gown over her hips, he knelt in front of her.

“God, those are hot,” he told her as he ran his fingertips over the top of her thigh- high stockings. He placed a soft kiss at the top of her thigh, where the silky material of the nylons met her flesh.

Corina trembled at the feel of his hot, wet mouth on her skin. She used his hands, which were wrapped around the back of her thighs, for support. He moved his fingers up and gripped her bare ass, hard.

“Oh, my God, you’re wearing a thong,” he said around a groan as he pulled the flimsy piece of material down her hips. “You’re so beautiful, and not just here,” Zach told her and brushed his fingertips over her labia.

Her clit throbbed in response to his words and the softness of his touch. She leaned her head against the door when she felt him explore her wet pussy. His touch was slow and soft. It was as though he were testing her. Teasing her. Corina wanted and needed more. She writhed against his hand, craving a release. He must have sensed her urgency, because he used the pad of his thumb to stroke the hard pearl of flesh at the base of her sex. He circled the slippery bud in a deliberate stroke that caused her to cry out.

“Please,” she begged softly. She was dying to moan, but she couldn’t risk the two of them getting caught. “Zach, please…”

“Please, what?” He released his hold on her throbbing, wet flesh. Standing to his full height again, he slipped her thong in the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “Tell me what you need, Corina,” he challenged as he stared into her eyes

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