Posted in General on February 5th, 2012 by Casey Crow
Welcome to the With Love blog hop, hosted by The Blog hop spot! I’m so glad you’re here to celebrate CAN’T FAKE THIS winning 2011 LRC Best Contemporary and a Gold Star from JERR!
Now for the good stuff. I’m giving away an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS!
CAN’T FAKE THS is about a divorcee ready to reenter the dating world, Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.
So here’s an X-rated excerpt of what happens for Three French Hens:
He pushed the bra over my shoulders before bending to relieve me of my panties. Standing up, he said, “What do you think three French hens will bring?” He twirled a scrape of red lace around his finger, a wicked gleam in his eye.
“A ménage à trois?” My voice squeaked. I was so not ready for that.
Chase shook his head and laughed softly. “Threesomes…” He looked away, his lips turned up in a goofy smile. “Good times.” Then, he sobered and met my deer-in-headlights gaze. “Fun as they are, you’re here to learn how to make love, remember? A third person turns it into sex.”
I found it rather sweet when he tossed the panties over his shoulder and took my hand, kissed it, then escorted me to the dining room table where a gift bag acted as the centerpiece. He reached for the snowman bag and pulled out the red tissue paper.
He held the bag for me to see into. “Unless the third party helps create a trusting bond.”
I peeked into Frosty’s black top hat. “I’ve been intimate with a vibrator before.”
“Yeah, but has a man ever helped?”
I opened and then quickly closed my mouth. “No.”
He smiled, grabbed the toy, and tossed the bag to the side. The vibrating hum drowned out the bubbling gargle of the saltwater aquarium behind us. “Hop up.”
“On the table?”
“I’m guessin’ hubby never got around to using the kitchen table?”
“Not exactly.” My behind hit the cold, hard wood.
Chase placed my feet on the soft cushions of two chairs, then ran the toy cock up the side of each calf. Goose bumps zipped over my body from the tingling sensations. The dildo teased my inner thighs, skimmed across my hips, and tickled my ribs. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. I watched as he rubbed it over my stomach, hoping he would move it lower. He didn’t, forcing me to beg.
“Not yet,” he said in response.
He stepped in closer and gave me a gentle push against my sternum. I fell back on my elbows. He traced a massaging trail around the outer circles of my breasts. My nipples puckered instantly. I couldn’t take my gaze off them.
“Touch them.” I sucked in a sharp breath, lifting my tits higher. It was past time to worship them. “Please, baby, touch them,” I repeated. My voice was hollow and breathless. I couldn’t believe I was issuing demands during sex, but jeez, what a turn-on to be in control.
His mouth descended on one nipple as the vibrator hit the other. The pressure was almost too much to bear. “I need…ah…”
He lifted his head and gave me a quick kiss before standing back up. My heart squeezed from the brief contact. Shit. I needed to rethink the bit about wanting to feel something emotionally. That would screw everything up. Why couldn’t I just feel chemistry without my heart getting in the way?
Thankfully, Chase helped me refocus by dangling the toy over my pussy. “Don’t worry. I know what you need, baby.”
I lifted my backside off the table as I strained to brush my clit against the synthetic cock.
“You need patience.” His voice held a hint of mischief.
I relaxed back on the table. “Anticipation is worth the wait, huh?” I lifted a foot and ran it down his chest. “When do I get to see you naked?”
I touched his cock with my foot, rubbing the hard ridge straining within his jeans. I loved how it pushed back against my toes. “Why wait?”
He swung my leg away. “The best things come to those who do.” Without warning, he brought the vibrator to my clit.
A moan rumbled from my throat as I arched my back, allowing me to better connect to the toy. Chase’s idea of mercy was to slide it deep inside me, twisting as he pulled out. He repeated the motion again and again, rubbing my sensitive spot, then plunging it in deep, only to pull it free of my clenching inner walls with that sinful twist.
I screamed. “Damn, don’t stop. More!”
I watched the concentration on his face, the admiration…the pleasure he got in making me this hot and wet. He pulled the cock out, ran it down the cleft of my ass. A whole new set of nerve endings tingled just before he shoved the toy back inside me. He spread my folds wide with his fingers and pinched my clit, massaging it until I burst into another intense orgasm.
We played the same game over and over until my mouth turned dry and my voice hoarse from screaming.
“What’s the lesson?” Chase helped me dress after practically depleting me of all bodily fluids.
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