There’s something so soft and sensual when two women make love. The intimate knowledge of how to please one another, how to cause the most intense pleasure.

In these two stories, join these bold, beautiful women as they discover the ecstasy of Sapphic love. Will their partners take that final step to have sex with other women? Come watch them explore each other.

Contains:

Healing Hand
Secret Santa

Excerpts available on the story pages.

Lindsey and her husband were finally getting away for the weekend. No kids, no phone, and no interruptions. If things went as she planned, they'd have an unforgettable time.

Then her husband raised the stakes. The events that followed would take them further than she'd ever dreamed they'd go.

She hoped they didn’t get arrested, because she wasn't backing down.

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EXCERPT:

The wine was just like she liked it, crisp with just a hint of apple. Very nice. She took another sip and leaned back in her chair, taking the opportunity to slip off her shoes. There would be plenty of time to torture herself later. Right now, it was time to torture her husband. Fortunately, there were long tablecloths in this place.

She found his leg and started rubbing it under the table. Nothing more than running her foot up one side of his leg and down the other, but enough to light his face with a delighted grin.

Eyes twinkling, he set his wine down. "You're going to make me crazy before dinner even arrives. I shudder to think about the state I'll be in once we start dancing."

"I'm not sure what you mean." She used her toes to run little circles around his kneecap. "We're just going to sit here and have a nice conversation while we wait for dinner."

"I see. I'll do my best to keep my attention focused on your every word."

"See that you do, because if I feel as if you're beginning to get distracted, I may have to get your attention somehow." She pulled her foot back to make her point.

"I promise to be diligent. What shall we talk about?"

Lindsey eyed him over the rim of her glass. "Let's see, how about plans for tomorrow? There are hiking trails. You know how I love to be on my feet." She rubbed his inner thigh.

He licked his lips. "You are an avid…hiker. I'll do my best to keep up."

"See that you do, because I intend to take one of the more...challenging trails." She extended her leg until she was teasing his crotch with her toes. He was rock hard. "And I'm going to take my time, so don't think you can just declare yourself done and stop. We're not done till I say so."

His smile widened. "Yes ma'am."

She slowly stroked his cock through the fabric of his trousers, letting him discreetly adjust himself. She kept her eyes locked on his as she continued a stream of mundane chatter. If he was slow to respond, she relaxed her pace.

Touching him with all these people around them had her on fire. She wanted to hike up the hem of her dress and pleasure herself, but she didn't.

Ray probably expected her to stop once the food arrived, but she didn't. She nonchalantly took a bite of her salmon and kept right on stroking him. In fact, she sped up. She wanted to get him so revved up that he would just about do her on the dance floor.

When Anne’s husband decided to take her to one of Al Capone’s nightclubs, she expected a boring night surrounded by over muscled goons. That was until she saw the sexy nightclub singer in her tight red dress.

When the sexpot invites the two of them backstage, Anne’s thrilled. When she makes a pass at both of them, is it an offer they can’t refuse?

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I gave her a sympathetic look. “It must get so lonely. How do you get any private time, if you know what I mean?”

Her eyes twinkled. “I’ve discovered I have to be forward if I don’t want to live like a nun. It has its advantages and disadvantages. You make a beautiful couple, you know. Carlo is quite a handsome fellow and you are so carefree and beautiful, my dear.”

I glanced at Carlo long enough to see he didn’t quite know how to respond, either. Was she hitting on him right in front of me? Not knowing how to respond, I stuck with “Thank you.”

“Tell me, are flappers as sexually liberated as they say? Do you really go for what you want with no concern for what society may say?”

She was! She was making a move on Carlo, and she wanted me to help her do it! I started to get mad, but it turned me on a little, too.

Carlo cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Ummm, there seems to be some kind of misunderstanding. I’m flattered, but I’m happily married. I’m not looking for any strange on the side, but thank you.”

That earned him a wide smile from me.

Sarah didn’t seem bothered by his rejection. “I understand. That’s why I invited both of you. I’m not looking to split you off from your wife, Carlo. On the contrary. I want both of you.”

My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

She turned her high voltage smile on me. “You’re a bright girl, so I’m sure you know exactly what I mean. You’re a vivacious and beautiful woman, and I want to make love to you with no strings attached. I promise. Tomorrow, I’ll go back to New York and you’ll never see me again.”

Her sexy gaze fanned my arousal into a raging bonfire. My body wanted to scream yes. I longed to touch her and kiss those luscious lips.

I turned to Carlo for support, but he was no help. Desire dominated his face and in his pants.

She stood and moved across the room to stand behind me. It startled me when her long hair brushed my cheek as she leaned over me; an erotic teasing sensation I’d used on Carlo in the past. It was far more effective than I’d imagined.

“Have you ever been with two men at the same time?” she whispered in my ear. “It can be like that. We could both make love to you. I won’t touch your husband if it upsets you.”

Lisa Bonner and her husband Leo took vacation every year just so they could pick up a likely man or woman to join them for a hot, sexy threesome. This year, she had her sights on the handsome pool boy at the hotel.

Only he has plans of his own that will take them all to places they’ve never been. In this game of cat and mouse, there are no losers.

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EXCERPT:

The stairway door opened onto a rooftop set up with patio furniture. The elevator was inside an enclosed reception area. It was a very fancy setup with a breathtaking spread of stars spread above them like jewels. With the thin slice of moon just over the horizon, they was enough light to see without screwing up the heavens.

Lisa eyed the hard stone tiles. “I’d like a little padding, if you don’t mind.”

Pam laughed. “Quinn has some mattresses in the storage room. We can have a drink while he and Leo get things set up. After all, we should get to know each other a bit, don’t you think?”

“Won’t people hear us up here?”

“The people down at the pool probably won’t hear us. If they do, they’ll think it’s someone in a room. Ditto anyone on a balcony. Besides, I’ve always found a hint of exhibitionism to make me hotter. If that’s not your bag, we can move inside, but I’m here to tell you making love under the stars is something special.”

Lisa shrugged. “As long as we don’t get arrested, I’m game.”

Pam grinned and nodded. “Perfect. Quinn, why don’t you take Leo and everything set up?” She followed them into the reception area long enough to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled them, handed one to Lisa, and led them both to a table.

“Quinn said you and your husband pick up singles to have fun with. If you don’t mind my asking, is that his thing or yours?”

A sip told Lisa that the red wine wasn’t a cheap vintage. She savored it and eyed the other woman over the rim of her glass. “Mine, originally, but he’s been my willing co-conspirator for ten years. We only do it once a year when we take vacation, so we don’t have any rumors pop up at home. That would be…awkward. You?”

“Quinn talked me into it, but it can be fun in moderation. I had to ask because we’ve had one couple where the woman was a reluctant participant and there were jealously issues.” She took sip of her wine. “I’ll assume that isn’t a problem with you. Your husband chatted me up pretty good in the bar, so I assume he’s had sex with another woman while you’ve watched.”

Lisa nodded. “We’re good. I’ve never met anyone else that was into this, though, so that’s a bit weird. I’m used to having to go easy until our partner gets into the swing of things. This is going to be fun.”

Pam raised her glass. “You bet your ass. And let me tell you, Quinn can light you up like a pinball machine. Fair warning.”

“I’m already looking forward to it. Leo has his own charms, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy. The man can eat pussy better that I can, and I’m no slouch. God knows enough women have gushed about his tongue.”

Pam laughed, a bright tinkle of high notes, and set her glass down. “I’m already looking forward to it, but I’ll want to have something to compare it against. Let’s give them some incentive to hurry up.”

Infinite pleasures come in infinite combinations. Whether it is a hot threesome or a bigger group, with sex it really is the more the merrier.

Join these couples as they add a few new faces to their lovemaking and see how a jigsaw of ecstasy looks from the inside. Will they break apart from jealousy, or will they become more than the sum of their parts?

Contains:

Room Service
Seducing the Pool Boy
Speakeasy

Excerpts can be found on the story pages.

Janice went to the islands to escape her divorce and boring life. She swore she’d do something crazy and unpredictable.

A chance encounter puts her in the middle of a photo shoot with a hot model named Carlo. Their sexy teasing quickly goes farther than she ever imagined she’d go where anyone could see. Should she cool things down or go for it?

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The photographer hefted a bulky sack and handed it to Carlo. “Here’s your fake cash. I’d like to start with you standing there with a pile of money at your feet and Linda with her rifle looking fierce. Wave some of the bundles around a bit.”

She followed Carlo to a spot a dozen feet in front of the camera. While he arranged the pile of counterfeit currency, she hefted the rifle and looked at Preston. “How do you want me to hold it?”

He crouched behind the camera. “Keep it down by your waist and aim at the camera. Try to look dangerous.”

Her eyes narrowed and she grinned as she imagined him running as she shot up his camera.

“Perfect! Carlo, show me the money.”

Carlo thumbed the bills under his nose and sniffed them with a wicked grin that turned her insides to mush. Preston started taking pictures. The motorized whir of the camera should’ve made her tense up, but it relaxed her instead. It was as if she were play-acting.

The cameraman’s snarky tone vanished as he got into his work. He had them move and pose in several different positions: her squatting in front of Carlo, him hiding behind her, her with both pistols out like a deranged gunfighter, and even her taking the money at gunpoint.

“Okay,” Preston said. “Let’s get some sexy poses. Carlo, on your back. Linda, crawl on top of him and vamp for the camera.”

She planted her knees on either side of Carlo and sat, sending her most sultry smile toward the camera. Her pussy rubbed against his cock, which was rock hard.

He definitely wasn’t gay.

She couldn’t stop the almost involuntary rocking of her hips, savoring the sensation as his cock rubbed against her most sensitive spot.

He gave a muted gasp of surprise. “Oh, you play dirty. Two can play that game.”

His hands traveled up her legs to her ass and ground her against him. That shot a bolt of heat right through her. Her damp pussy throbbed with need as her body decided this wasn’t playing anymore. This was sex.

“Oh, yeah, that’s nice,” Preston said, his camera whirring. “Keep it up. Act like you’re seducing him.”

The photographer’s voice startled her. She’d forgotten he was there. She needed to keep his presence in mind and keep things from going too far.

Janice leaned forward until her breasts pressed against Carlo’s chest. Those dark, mysterious eyes were wide with desire. Just like her own, she imagined. She looked right into his them as she dry humped him for the camera.

Claudia’s decided to take Paul out for some hot, kinky birthday sex in a hotel room. He thinks he knows what’s going on until she ties him to the bed and blindfolds him.

Then she calls room service for something extra special. The kink on the menu isn’t the one he ordered. Will he rise to the challenge or ask for a substitution?

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EXCERPT:

He grinned. “Do your worst.”

“If you insist.” She pushed him inside and locked the door behind her. “From this point forward, I’m calling the shots and I expect you to do exactly what I say without any argument. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Strip.”

“Without even a kiss first?”

She walked around him, her eyes narrowed. “That isn’t obeying me. Tonight I demand instant obedience. No talking unless I tell you to. If you really object to something, your safe word is superman. You got that?”

He looked taken aback for a moment, and then smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”

That brought a smile to her lips. “Now you get the picture. And, I’m still waiting.”

His clothes came off without any more discussion. She kept walking around him, admiring his fit body and tight ass. And, of course, his rock hard dick. Damn, but she was a lucky woman.

She made sure to wipe the silly smile off her face before she walked back in front of him. “Lay down on the bed, pointy side up.”

He threw himself on the bed with admirable enthusiasm and looked at her with interest. “Shouldn’t you be dressed up in chains and leather? Spiked heels?”

“No talking or you will be punished.” She walked to the dresser and opened the bag she’d left there earlier. “You’ll discover that I don’t need to play dress up to be dominant.” She pulled out some adjustable straps and showed them to him.

Now he looked a bit nervous.

She smiled wickedly. “Don’t worry. Giving up control can make for intense sex. I promise you’ll have the time of your life.”

The straps were Velcro around padding, so she was able to tie him down in a spread eagle position in the center of the bed quickly. A tug on each had him locked down tighter than Sing Sing.

Once she was done, she put her hands on her hips and took her time admiring his proud erection. Then she went back to her bag and pulled out a blindfold. Not just a strip of cloth, it had thick pads that would completely obscure his vision. She put it on him before he had a chance to object.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered in his ear. “This will make things even more exciting for you. I’ll keep the ball gag in reserve, since this is your first time and I want to hear you tell me how good it is. Now, I suggest you keep quiet. I’m ordering something special from room service. You wouldn’t want anyone to look in and see you like this, would you?”

Jen’s been a very naughty girl, and she’s only getting started.

She’s dragged her best friend to a Secret Santa party at the local swingers club for a sexy exchange of oral gifts with nameless men. No commitments, just some hot pleasure.

A mix-up puts her in an awkward position; between her friend’s legs. Should she speak up or go down? Either way, everything is about to change.

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We stopped at a door about halfway down the hall and I waited for Mary to open it. The room looked pretty much like the hall, but someone had put a throw rug and pillow in front of a black curtain bisecting the room. That was very thoughtful.

I knelt on the pillow and Mary closed the door. Without the diffuse glow of her flashlight, I couldn’t see anything. I took a deep breath and slid the curtain aside.

To my relief, I couldn’t see anything about the man seated in front of me. I smiled and hesitantly reached for his leg. He was a little further away than I expected, so I found his knee first.

I focused on my other senses and found I could hear his breathing quite clearly. It sounded like he was as excited as I was. I ran my hand up a few inches and savored the catch in his breath. His leg was more slender than I’d expected. My unknown gentleman wasn’t a big man. I wondered if his cock would be as petite. That would make it easier for me to take him all the way down my throat.

His skin felt soft and smooth as I caressed it. I found his other leg and it was the same. He’d shaved his legs. That was kind of metrosexual, but that was none of my business.

I leaned forward, kissing him above the knee and breathing in his scent. Cucumbers? Growing a little concerned, I ran my hand up to touch his cock.

He didn’t have one. He was a she.

It came to me in a flash what must’ve happened. Brad and I had both had our numbers on the table. He must’ve picked up mine by mistake. Boy, was he in for a surprise.

The woman surprised me when her hand touched my head, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling my lips back to her leg. Now that I knew what to look for, I could smell her arousal and it made my pussy throb. This wasn’t the first time I’d been between another woman’s legs. Like Dee had said, I’d had my share of wild times in college.

I had a few seconds to make a decision. I could speak up now and we could sort this out, or I could give her the gift she’d been expecting.

Her small moan of frustration persuaded me. With my short hair, she’d never suspect she was having a lesbian encounter. All I had to do was get Brad to keep his mouth shut and she would be none the wiser. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and it made me absolutely wet.

Lisa hated being under the thumb of her domineering roommate, but couldn’t seem to say no to her schemes. Now she was forcing her to spike a frat party’s punch with God knew what.

Then a handsome stranger changed her life forever. His touch set loose a beast within her that she couldn’t control, didn’t want to control. Could she resist his animal charm?

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I stopped so suddenly that I skidded on the dry leaves, dropping to one knee and steadying myself with on hand on the tree beside me. Something just at the edge of my senses sang to me, demanding attention. I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath.

The scents of the forest crashed over me like a defensive tackle on a quarterback. Indescribable aromas assaulted and teased me. I couldn’t put name to them, but my brain sorted through them, searching for something specific and unique.

There it was! A musky scent that sent my heart racing earlier that I couldn’t possibly know, but I did. The man who had kissed me at the party was close by.

His words rushed back to me. Find him. Hunt. Hunt him.

I sprang up and ran to my right. He was somewhere ahead of me now. Close.

He dropped out of a tree as I ran under it, landing on top of me. His bare feet sent me flying into a bush that ripped the top of my dress almost completely off. He laughed as I struggled to pull free from the brambles.

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you expect to catch me.”

By the time I’d gotten free, covered in scratches and wearing only my underwear, he was gone. I heard him sprinting away, still laughing and taunting me. I snarled and took off after him.

I quickly caught sight of him, but couldn’t get any closer. As fast as I ran, he easily outpaced me. He darted past any obstruction like a gazelle, while the forest beat me like a redheaded stepchild.

He lagged back just a bit only to taunt me further. “Faster, beautiful. Faster!” He pulled ahead smoothly until I lost sight of him.

I ground my teeth and forced myself to go faster, willing my feet to fly. I wouldn’t let my prey escape me.

Brief Book Description

To recover a powerful artifact belonging to her Goddess, Zia must break into the headquarters of the despotic Theocracy.

With time running out, she has to trust Alton, a handsome rogue who knows her deepest secrets. Unfortunately, that means he will be part of the divine rituals, where pleasures of the flesh fuel her magic.

Can she use his body without him stealing her heart?

Warning: This ~45,000 word novel contains explicit M/F sex in public, fooling around while breaking and entering, and includes a full out f/m/f threesome while under magical assault.

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EXCERPT:

He pursed his lips and leaned in close. His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke, sending a warm shiver down her spine and wakening her Tantric center. “Awkward. Can you tell if it is the knob or the frame that is magicked?”

Entirely too conscious of his closeness, she spoke softly in his ear. “Only the lock has been enchanted.”

He tried the knob. It was locked. He examined the frame and shook his head. “It’s locked, and the hinges are inside. This is probably his office. I need to pick the lock. Can your magic shield me from triggering the spell?”

It was difficult to focus with him so close. She might have mixed feelings, but her body knew what it wanted—him. She closed her eyes, pushed him from her mind, and examined the magical signature. It might be possible, but it would be ticklish. She’d have to use her magic in conjunction with him picking the lock. Moreover, she couldn’t just enchant the tools. She would have to be involved as it was happening, so she could adjust to the spell’s reaction. That meant he had to be part of the casting.

Her body was pleased.

“The spell is subtle,” she said after a moment. She looked up at his face and considered her options. “Would you need both hands to pick the lock?”

He frowned, considering her and the lock in turn. “I might be able to do it with one hand, but it would be difficult. With it enchanted, I’d rather use both hands so I can focus.”

The corner of Zia’s lips quirked up. “Focus might prove challenging. To shield you from the spell, I have to be part of the picking, and you have to be part of the casting of my protective spell.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“What do you know of how Tantric magic works?”

“That the spells are powered by sex. Are you telling me I have to pick a magical lock while we have sex?” The mixture of skepticism and interest in his voice almost made her laugh.

“Not precisely. Those with the blood of gods in their family tree can take the mystic energy of an orgasm, theirs or their partner’s, and fuel a spell. To be part of a casting, both must be involved in the act.”

“Not that I’m against the idea of making love to you, but just how can I pick a lock while doing it?”

“Are you saying you’re not up to the challenge?”

His eyes narrowed. “I could pick this lock blindfolded.”

“Let’s see if you can do it with your trousers unbuttoned.”

Linda loved her husband completely, but things had gotten predictable. The sex was good, but it was time to shake things up.

She decided to flash him while he was at lunch, so he would take her back to his office and fuck her blind. A handsome valet joining him for lunch was the first kink in her plan. That wasn’t the last kink she dealt with over lunch, or the most pleasurable.

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EXCERPT:

She found a table with the perfect line of sight to her husband and sat down, being sure to angle her legs toward him. The white plastic tabletop would shield her from the eyes of anyone not sitting near him.

There were a few people around at the moment, mostly couples and small groups of office workers. None of the diners was looking in their direction, but a wandering glance at the wrong moment would provide a much more entertaining dining experience than anyone had bargained for.

She set her purse on the table and pulled her skirt up a little, spreading her legs enough so that he could see a little thigh when he looked. The only question in her mind was, how long before he looked her way?

Her smile faltered when Tony walked up to her husband’s table and stuck out his hand. They shook and Tony joined him. It didn’t look like either man had spotted her, but that wouldn’t last long. Especially since they were both facing toward her.

Okay, she’d flashed Tony already, but that was deniable. If she carried through now, she’d look like a slut. Should she abort the plan and try again later?

Would Tony blab what he’d seen? She betted he wouldn’t. What kind of guy tells a woman’s husband he just saw her naked from the waist down? No, that secret was safe.

But Tony evidently didn’t mind sharing that he’d seen her leaving the hotel for the square, because Ned’s eyes widened and he started looking around for her. Then his gaze met hers.

She could still give up her plan and go join them, but then the surprise was ruined. Or, she could accept there was an extra set of eyes and just keep going.

What the hell, he’s already seen her naked pussy. Maybe the extra eyes would be a turn on for everyone involved. If Ned objected, he’d stop her before she got too far along.

Linda spread her knees a little further apart, exposing her well-tanned inner thighs. She lifted her skirt so he wouldn’t have any doubt she was putting on a show for him. Her pussy was so sensitive that the open air made it tingle.

Bridget and Callie made extra money by finding overconfident men to skin at pool, and using their feminine wiles to take the sting out of the loss.

That worked just fine until they met Luke and Ray. They wanted to play, but not for money. Bridget impulsively bet them their clothes. She’d risk going naked to see them lose. What would she be willing to do to win?

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"I'm Luke and that's Ray. My first clue was your drinks. You kept coming over and ordering water to pour into what sure looked like alcoholic drinks. You'd leave the plastic bottles here and act buzzed. It sure fooled those good ole boys."

Callie nodded. "I can see why that made you suspicious."

"When I saw that stack of cash I started watching you play and I have to say I'm impressed. It takes a lot of skill to win by inches rather than just running the table."

Bridget planted her elbow on the bar and looked up at him with wide, guileless eyes. "And is that going to be a problem?"

"Nope," he said cheerfully. "Those guys are asses. They're both married to really nice ladies. One of them is even pregnant. But they still trotted out their tired old pickup lines trying to get you go 'to dinner' with them. They deserved a good skinning."

"Do they ever get lucky?"

"Sometimes. Otherwise they wouldn't try."

Callie rolled her eyes. "The women must've been drunk. Look, Luke, can't you just bend the rules this once? I'd kill for a good martini."

He narrowed his eyes and quirked his lips. "Well, I can't legally sell you alcohol, but maybe we can work out a trade. Play us a game."

Bridget allowed a slow smile to creep onto her face. "Of pool? What are the stakes?"

"Well, I'd only meant just play for fun, but I'm open to hearing what you have in mind. Ray and I don't get to play here too much. Wouldn't do to whip the patrons. It kinda dries up the tips."

"So, you think you're that good? What can you afford to lose?"

Callie put her hand on Bridget's arm. "Hello? Rent." She shifted her gaze to Luke. "I think we could take you, but money's tight."

"Fine," Bridget said with a challenging tone. "If you really think you're that good, let's play best of three. The stakes are our clothes. Lose one game; lose everything but your undies. Lose two; you drive home naked. For the right price we might be convinced to sell them back to you." She smiled sweetly.

"Done," he said instantly.

Callie glared at Bridget. "What are you doing? I'm not driving home naked."

She grinned toothily. "Wasn't it you complaining that you never feel challenged anymore? So we either win or we get naked in front of a pair of hot men."

Sparks fly when the fiery Karen takes over Jack’s protective detail. He wishes she wanted to do more with his body than protect it.

One night over a game of cards, he decides to test the water and see if she’ll play. He gets much more than he hoped for when she cuffs him and starts a strip search. Just who will be doing the body cavity search?

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I looked at my cards and smiled inside. Perfect. I slid two cards onto the discard pile and palmed the ace of spades her last hand. It went with my cards and the extra went into my sleeve. The replacement cards added another ace to my hand, so I laid down a full house, aces over queens, with her card prominently on top.

She threw her hand down in disgust and then froze. The look of shock on her face was almost comical. Her eyes narrowed and she snatched the offending ace off the table. “Where did you get this?”

Years of practice had given me a mask of innocence that was almost perfect. Butter wouldn’t have melted in my mouth as I stared at her with guileless eyes. “I dealt it.”

“Bullshit. This card was in my last hand.”

“There has to be some kind of mistake, officer. I would never cheat.”

Her eyes widened as my words sank in. The question in my mind was whether she would accept the offer or back off. I put the odds at fifty-fifty. She licked her lips hesitantly and I could tell the moment she made her decision.

Her bottle of beer almost tipped over as she surged to her feet, her face an unreadable mask. “You’ve got some serious balls trying to cheat a cop, grifter. Against the wall.”

I might’ve put a shocked expression on my face, but inside I was grinning. The desire I’d been keeping at arm’s length rushed in and my cock surged to life. I pushed my chair back from the table and stood up.

“There’s been some kind of mistake.”

“That’s right, and you made it.” She reached behind her, pulled out a pair of cuffs, and snapped one on my wrist. She spun me around and pressed me face first against the wall while she finished securing my wrists. They weren’t all that tight, thank God. I still couldn’t get loose, but my circulation was safe.

Her breasts pressed warmly against my back as she whispered in my ear. “I’m going to pat you down. You have anything you want to declare up front?”

Adrianne’s needs some gin to tolerate her bridezilla ex-friend’s wedding. The handsome bartender is just what she needs to raise her spirits. He’s hawt!

When the monster in white comes looking for her, she hides under the bar. His package gives her another idea how to drown her sorrow. Will she get to finish her shot?

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Great, now there was no telling how long she’d be stuck under here. She listened to them talking and blushed a little when she realized she’d been staring at Dontae’s crotch. She didn’t stop looking, though.

Her lips pursed in a soundless whistle. Damn, that boy was packing more heat than SWAT. She could see the outline of his cock through the thin fabric and he had nothing to be ashamed of in the package department.

Maybe it was the gin and the danger, but just looking at him made her mouth water and her hands itch to reach out and caress him. It had obviously been too long since the last time she rode the pony.

A slow smile crept onto her face. Maybe she didn’t need to resist temptation. God, this was just like some corny porno storyline, but she probably wouldn’t ever see Dontae again. He’d get his reward for saving her and she’d get some no strings attached sex. Then she could get the hell out of here. Screw Christy and her wedding.

He stiffened when she touched his leg, but managed to respond to the customer’s comment about the baseball game.

Oh, this was gonna be fun.

She ran her hands up his legs and cupped his butt. Nice and tight. Mmmmmm. She leaned forward and slowly inhaled his scent. It reached right past her conscious mind and touched the primitive woman deep inside her. The warmth of the alcohol spread lower in her belly.

If her friends could only see her now, getting ready to unzip a total stranger’s pants, they’d never believe it. Adrianne Tucker didn’t give strange men blowjobs. She barely kissed on the second date.

But today didn’t count.

June’s husband Jack has pulled off his surprise plan to take her on a romantic horse and buggy ride along the river. His sweet gesture makes her want to reward him with a surprise of her own.

With the driver one head turn away from seeing what she’s up to, she’s going to take her husband on a ride of his own. How far will their carnal journey take them?

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EXCERPT:

The carriage pulled up beside us and the driver hopped down to drop a set of steps and open the door for the laughing couple. He swept off his top hat to his passengers and did the same for us once they had walked away. He was even more realistic up close, with his wool topcoat and mutton chop sideburns. They looked real.

He eyed our costumes with amused respect. “Evening Milady, Milord. How may I serve your Lordships?” His accent sounded like he’d just driven up from the streets of London.

Jack bowed back at him. “We’ll take the trip all the way around, my good man.”

“As your Milord commands.” He held out a hand to me and helped me up the steps before turning back to speak softly to Jack. My husband dug out his wallet and slipped him some folded bills. The driver pocketed them and helped him up as well.

He closed the door behind us and climbed up front. “It’s a bit chill tonight, so I’ve laid in a blanket for you to keep over your laps. Shout out if you need me.”

He snapped the reins and the horse started forward at a sedate walk.

I grinned at Jack. “This is sooo romantic.”

He kissed me and pulled the blanket over our laps. “I love you, baby.”

I found his hand and squeezed it as we made the first turn. The noise of drunken revelers and too-loud music quickly faded until just an occasional car zipped by. The buildings thinned out as we approached the water. The ‘clop clop’ of the horse’s hooves on the pavement relaxed me and the carriage had a smoother ride than I’d expected.

Jack pointed ahead. “There’s the lake.”

I snuggled against him and watched it slowly come into sight. This part wasn’t very wide—only a couple of hundred feet—but it was calm and beautiful in the cool evening air. The smell of the city faded a little, letting nature peek in. “This is the best present ever.”

My smile turned sly as my brain kicked into overdrive. “Such a thoughtful gift deserves something extra special in return.” I let go of his hand and slid mine up to rest on his crotch, rubbing gently. His cock quickly stiffened once again under my soft touch, but his eyes kept darting to the driver’s back.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “He probably has a lot of interesting things take place on these little trips.”

His desire won out and he didn’t argue.

Kara wished she could get out of taking her daughters to a Justin Bieber lookalike contest, but no such luck. Maybe she could find someone more interesting.

Things started looking up when a handsome Elvis impersonator put the moves on her. He knew what he wanted and he was ready to sing for his supper. Could she resist this hunk of burning love?

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EXCERPT:

He ran his hand down her arm, raising more goose bumps. “Hey, it’s okay. If you want to go, I won’t stop you, but I think you should know something first. From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. I knew right then how nice it would feel to run my hands over your gorgeous body, kiss your soft lips, and make sweet love to you.”

Her heart was beating a million miles an hour. She wanted him to do all those things and much more. She struggled with her options for second and slumped a little. “I should go, but I don’t want to. I want you, too.”

He pressed her against the wall and kissed her neck. The jolt of pleasure made her gasp and arch against him. God, she needed him bad.

His lips softly explored under her jaw and found the spot behind her ear that lit her world on fire. Her pussy throbbed with suppressed need and her nipples tightened to eraser-sized nubs with an ache that was part pain and part pleasure.

She pulled his mouth to hers and gave herself over to the hunger. Her tongue slipped past his lips and possessed him. The taste of man made her almost dizzy with need.

He pulled back and grinned. “That’s more like it! Let’s go to a little private room down the hall before someone comes in.”

Kara panted and nodded. If they stayed here one minute longer, she was going to start ripping that nice suit off him. She let him take her hand and guide her into a dressing room at the end of the hall.

He locked the door behind them and kicked a wedge of wood under the door. “The water is out in this room, so no one is using it. Damn, woman, you are so sexy.”

She set her purse on the dresser and made a decision. If she was going to have sex—and she was—then she wasn’t going to let him take the lead. This might be her only encounter this year and by God, she was going to make the most of it.

Jake’s neighbor is a single mom, so he decides to do her back yard as a surprise. He meant to be done before she came home, but that didn’t work out.

Cookie invites him in for dinner and things unexpectedly heat up. She accidentally gets a peek at him in the shower and offers to let him watch her pump her breasts in return. When she offers him a refreshing drink, can he say no?

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EXCERPT:

She was sitting on the sofa when he came out. She patted the spot next to her and he sat down. Him being nearly naked and sitting so close to her threatened to make his dick hard again.

“I’m sorry about what you saw,” she said, a little flushed. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m not sure what you mean, Ms. Z. It was my fault.”

“I’m not married anymore, Jake. Call me Cookie. I like that nickname. It reminds me of some good times.”

She took a deep breath and continued. “I was talking about what I did with your shirt. I never intended for you to see that and it was kind of presumptuous of me.”

The way her breasts rose when she breathed in captivated him. That blouse didn’t do much at all to hide how large and firm they were. He had to move his leg to hide his growing erection.

“I don’t understand what that was about, but it’s okay. Really,” he said, trying to move the conversation forward before he embarrassed himself.

She took a second deep breath. “It’s been a while since I had a man in my life and your scent…well, I couldn’t help but take a deep breath.”

He almost told her that he didn’t mind when she took deep breaths, but stopped himself just in time. “Ahhh…that’s okay. I’m, uh, sorry about what you saw in the shower.”

Cookie smiled. “I don’t mind. It’s nice that a handsome young man finds me attractive. It makes me feel good.”

“You’re really sexy.” That popped out before he could stop it. He really didn’t have any business saying that to her.

Her smile brightened. “You think so? I put on a lot of weight during the pregnancy and I’m not a young girl anymore. Don’t be upset that you got excited. Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, and I enjoyed the peek.”

Their conversation had taken a notably sexual turn. They were now flirting with each other and that always excited him. He was definitely going to have to cross his legs to conceal his erection. Part of him wondered where things might go if he was as straightforward as she was.

Why not? The worst that could happen was she would send him home.

“You are an incredibly sexy woman.” He smiled reassuringly. “You’ve always been hot. Every guy in the neighborhood fantasizes about you.”

“Really?” Her expression almost glowed. “I had no idea. Do you?”

He nodded. “I’d tell you about it, but it’s…you know…kind of inappropriate.”

She put her hand on his leg. He could feel her body heat through the fabric. “We’re both adults. You can tell me. I won’t laugh.” Her voice sounded a little strained and her breathing sped up. He wondered if she was as turned on as he was.

“It’s embarrassing to talk about. Mostly wondering what you looked like naked. Imagining you teaching me about sex. And definitely fantasizing about your boobs. I used to watch you sunbathe in that little pink polka-dot bikini after school during the summers.”

A slow redness crept up her neck and colored her cheeks. “Wow, that’s kind of hot. They have grown since I got pregnant and now that I’m breastfeeding…they’re humungous…and heavy. I can’t help but see you looking at them. Do you like them?”

He let his eyes drop to look at them. It was the first time he’d dared let her know he was ogling her. “They’re incredible.”

Cookie’s eyes took on a mischievous twinkle. “With the baby is away, I have to use my breast pump. Since I saw your privates, it only seems fair to let you have a peek at something of mine. Would you like to watch?”

None of the five women in these stories ever thought they’d be doing the nasty where anyone might see them, but they just can’t control themselves. They’re too hot to wait.

Join them as they and their partners lose all their inhibitions and do it where the mood strikes them. Will they attract an audience? Will they be arrested? They don’t care. Why don’t you keep watch for them?

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Bridesmaid’s Pleasure

The wedding is off, but the bartender is on!

Adrianne’s needs some gin to tolerate her bridezilla ex-friend’s wedding. The handsome bartender is just what she needs to raise her spirits. He’s hawt!

When the monster in white comes looking for her, she hides under the bar. His package gives her another idea how to drown her sorrow. Will she get to finish her shot?


Date Night

Too hot to make it home.

Karen’s decided to reignite the flame between her and her husband with an unexpected night on the town. A slinky dress, a hot club like where they met, and some dirty dancing ignite a raging inferno.

When he can’t wait to get home, he puts the moves on her in a parking garage where anyone could walk by. Does she douse the flame or turn up the heat?


Foot Loose

She was stepping up her game.

Lindsey and her husband were finally getting away for the weekend. No kids, no phone, and no interruptions. If things went as she planned, they'd have an unforgettable time.

Then her husband raised the stakes. The events that followed would take them further than she'd ever dreamed they'd go.

She hoped they didn’t get arrested, because she wasn't backing down.


Going for a Ride

A trip they’ll never forget!

June’s husband Jack has pulled off his surprise plan to take her on a romantic horse and buggy ride along the river. His sweet gesture makes her want to reward him with a surprise of her own.

With the driver one head turn away from seeing what she’s up to, she’s going to take her husband on a ride of his own. How far will their carnal journey take them?


Lawyers, Guns, and Money

Sex on the beach has never been so good!

Janice went to the islands to escape her divorce and boring life. She swore she’d do something crazy and unpredictable.

A chance encounter puts her in the middle of a photo shoot with a hot model named Carlo. Their sexy teasing quickly goes farther than she ever imagined she’d go where anyone could see. Should she cool things down or go for it?

Leann Parker lost her old life when she witnessed a murder and had to vanish into Witness Protection. US Marshal Lily Callahan guarded her for weeks, body and soul. She dreamed about the tough lawwoman taking that protection a step further, but didn’t act, a major failure for a high-stakes gambler.

Now she has another chance to win the whole pot, if she has the nerve to make the play.

This story was part of the Lambda Award Finalist Anthology Lesbian Cops.

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EXCERPT:

“Lily, you lived in my back pocket for three weeks straight. I don’t think you took a minute off. You should get away and have a real vacation.” I took another sip of my tea. “You’re always so focused on everyone else that you never take time to heal your own wounds. You need to smell the flowers and get laid before you go bonkers.”

Her eyes widened. “I know the woman with no love life isn’t telling me I need to do the horizontal mambo.”

“Maybe I am.” I hadn’t realized it, but I’d just made the first move in this dance. The time was right to raise the stakes.

She laughed bitterly. “I can’t just turn the job off. I don’t get to have a personal life. When I am at home—which is rarely—all I do is think about work. And don’t get me started on dating. Either my badge turns them off or their parole officer calls while we’re making out.”

I shook my head slowly, smiling at her bad joke. “You overthink things. Sometimes you just need to take a chance. I learned that playing poker.”

“All I know about poker is to fold when the cards suck.”

“People fold too often when they shouldn’t. Sometimes you have to go big even if you don’t know how the hand is going to play out.” I set my teacup on the saucer beside hers, pushed aside the butterflies in my stomach, and kissed her. That hollow place inside me that I had suppressed for so long opened up and desire raced through me.

She stiffened and pushed me back. “What are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done five years ago. Back then, I was too lost in my own fear to see what was right in front of me. I’m not going to make that mistake again.”

Her mouth opened and closed twice before she found the words to speak. “I think you misunderstood something.”

“Did I? I don’t think so.” I smiled as I leaned in again, my nose almost touching hers. My nervousness had vanished, replaced by the confidence of a professional gambler who knew she held the winning hand. “You wanted me then, and you want me now. I can see it in your eyes.”

And I could. The blooming arousal she protested didn’t exist made her pupils grow larger as I watched, signaling the heat building inside her even better than the red flush that crept up her neck.

She licked her lips, a nervous habit I hadn’t seen from her before. In gambling, we called that a tell. “Look, I don’t think either of us needs this kind of—”

Sometimes talking was a mistake. I captured her lips with mine again and, after a moment’s hesitation, she melted against me. Her mouth opened in surrender to my advances and she brought her hands to my arms. My heart soared.

Angie was nervous returning to work after having her baby, but her boss welcomed her with open arms. It doesn’t take long for her to see he’s fascinated by the idea of her breastfeeding.

When he walks in on her while she is pumping her milk, she decides to take a chance and offer him a drink. She’s wanted him since day one and now all he has to do is say yes. Will he take that first sip?

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EXCERPT:

It was comfortable. She unbuttoned her blouse and dug out her pump. She efficiently opened her maternity flap and swapped the absorbent pad for the pump. It pulled tight when she turned it on and the small glass started filling with white fluid. She closed her eyes and leaned back to relax.

“Angie, did you finish the…”

Her eyes flew open and there was Boyd, standing in the door with his mouth open. They stared at one another for what seemed like eternity. She thought he would bolt, but the sight of her seemed to have robbed him of movement. He had his eyes locked on her breasts, and on the milk that continued to fill the bottle.

He finally shook himself. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize… I should go.”

“Wait.” She hadn’t realized she was going to speak, but her mouth apparently had a mind of its own. Just like her body. “Just close the door and stay in here with me.”

She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she didn’t want this moment to end. He’d never allow himself to put a move on her, but now the situation was right for her to see if she could satisfy some of the tension that was building back up inside her.

“I don’t know if that’s the—”

“Just close the door, Boyd,” she said firmly.

He stepped inside and closed the door. “Look, Angie, this is kind of—”

“Has anyone ever told you that you over think things? Well, now they have. This is okay.”

Boyd smiled a little. “It feels like I’ve stepped over a line. I can see your nipple.”

“Shouldn’t it be me objecting, if I felt like it? Well, I don’t. In fact, I think it’s a good time to talk about this teasing between us.”

“I’m not sure what you want me to say.”

“I’d like you to tell me that you like what you see. I already know you do, but I want to finally hear the words.”

He reddened. “Look, of course I like how you look. You’re beautiful. However, I’m your boss. We shouldn’t be—”

“You know Carl in accounting is dating his secretary. I know you know because I transcribed the call where you green lit them and set the company ground rules. That means the same thing is possible between us. You don’t think I see how you go through pretty young things? I think you need more in a relationship and I’d like to have a chance to see if we work out.”

Boyd licked his lips. “This is a really strange conversation to be having while you’re partly naked. What if it doesn’t work out? Our work relationship might never recover.”

“There you go over thinking things again, Boyd. You always deny yourself a shot at happiness just in case it might not work out. I see how interested you are about the milk in my breast pump. Would you like to try some?”

Caught out of town on an unexpected layover, Kay let her pilots talk her into going out to dinner. When her milk leaked through her pads, she was deeply embarrassed, but turned on by the interest her friends showed.

Taking a big chance, she followed them to their room to see if she could make something special happen. Could she use her milk to convince them to make love to her together?

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EXCERPT:

He grinned. “It is every man’s fantasy. But I’m pretty sure it’s mythical. Women don’t do threesomes.”

Mark took the beer the waiter brought for him and took a sip. “Yes they do. I’ve had one, a long time ago, though. It was one of the high points of my sex life.” A smooth smile slipped across his lips as he turned to Kay, “How about you? You ever consider having a threesome, Kay?”

She immediately envisioned her body pinned between Mark and Leo, one in her pussy and the other deep in her ass. She hid a shiver of lust and pressed her legs together. She really needed to find a one-night stand and royally screw someone.

“Sure,” she said, repressing the flutter in her belly. “I just haven’t found the right guys, yet.”

Leo laughed. “He meant with another woman.”

“That might work for you two, but girls aren’t my thing. That’s why it’s so elusive, Tarzan. Have you ever thought about having sex with a woman and another man?”

Leo shook his head. “I can’t say I have. One too many dicks. And I don’t swing that way.”

“No one ever said you had to have sex with the other guy. A woman could use more than one man, because you boys tire out too quickly. Or just lay there and expect us to ‘take care of it.’“ A shiver ran down her neck. “Ugh, that reminded me of Jack. Believe me that’s not fun. At all!”

Her ex-husband was also a pilot, another reason to look at the breed with suspicion. She’d caught him in bed with a fellow flight attendant when she came home early one day. She’d filed for divorce the next day and found out she was pregnant the next week. Timing was apparently everything.

She took a deep drink of her wine, nodding in approval. “Good stuff. I’m getting tipsy tonight.”

Mark shook his head and waited for the waiter to serve their food. “Jack’s an ass. Real men see that the lady has some satisfaction. If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. So, if you did find the right guys, would you do a threesome?”

Kay purposely ignored his question, took a bite of her chicken, and moaned. “This is good.”

She looked up and they both had odd expressions on their faces. “What? Did I get something on my chin?”

“Not on your chin,” Mark said.

She looked down and saw a damp spot spreading around her nipple. She’d apparently leaked a little through a pad. She really should’ve pumped while she was getting ready for dinner. She also didn’t bring any extra pads with her. An oversight she’d pay for.

“Crap. This is embarrassing,” she said with a sigh. “I hate it when it happens.”

“You need to go back to the hotel?” Leo asked.

“I’m not about to make you guys leave before you eat. Let me make a quick run to the ladies’ room and see what I can do.”

She went to the ladies room, although it almost didn’t matter now. Her blouse was wet on one side. The guys wouldn’t be able to help themselves. They’d stare.

Kay stopped. Maybe she shouldn’t block the leakage. The talk about sex had her worked up and her breast milk seemed to have captured their attention. Maybe this was a way to get them in her bed. They were out of town. They had all night, if she could convince them to both make love to her.

Karen’s decided to reignite the flame between her and her husband with an unexpected night on the town. A slinky dress, a hot club like where they met, and some dirty dancing ignite a raging inferno.

When he can’t wait to get home, he puts the moves on her in a parking garage where anyone could walk by. Does she douse the flame or turn up the heat?

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EXCERPT:

I have no idea how long we danced and I didn’t pay any attention to the people around us. My world started and ended with the two of us. So it surprised me when he dragged me into the hall leading to the restrooms and pressed me against the wall, crushing my mouth under his. I melted against him and kissed him back with the hunger of a starving woman. People walked by, I know they did, but I didn’t care what they saw or thought.

I pulled his hips tight against me and ground myself against his cock. Those slacks weren’t much of a barrier.

He broke the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes. “If you do that again, we’re going to get arrested for public lewdness.”

I lifted one leg, curled it around his hips, and stared up into his eyes. “I want you right now, so you better figure out something.”

He snatched me off my feet so fast I lost one of my shoes. I didn’t have a chance to say anything before I was over his shoulder, and he carried me back through the crowd and out the front door. The two bouncers grinned at me as I waved goodbye. Instead of heading toward his car, he turned and jogged into the parking garage next door.

“Um, I’m not parked here.”

“Neither am I.”

“Then why are we here? I thought you wanted to get home for some hot, sweaty sex.”

He dodged behind some parked cars and set me on my feet. “I’d never make it home and there are too many people in the parking lot.” He pushed me up against a car and kissed my neck.

I looked around the wide-open parking garage. “Tom, anyone could come in here.”

“Then we better be quick.”