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Their blossoming relationship is complicated by secrets. And the only way to evade the kil er threatening their lives is to bare their souls in the darkest hours of the night. Or everything wil come crashing down, just before the dawn.

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Night Is Darkest:

Tyler huddled into his charcoal wool jacket to avoid the chill as he slunk across the frosted lawn to the backdoor of the apartment he shared with Mason. Above it, a single hundred-watt bulb made an ineffective beacon welcoming him home in the early morning glow. The dread pumping through his nervous system rivaled any he’d experienced as a teenager praying he’d evade MomDAR after a late-night excursion. Only, this time, his roommate inspired the apprehension instead of the debauchery that had earned the repercussions.

He estimated his chance of making it inside undetected to be about as abysmal as the chance of wiping the memory of burying himself in Lacey’s virgin pussy from his mind. But, son of a bitch, even a lifetime of torment

—knowing exactly what he was missing—would be worth the taste of rapture he’d stolen.

Now he had to pay for it.

Tyler paused to consider the merits of jimmying a window before he abandoned hope and squared his shoulders in preparation for the come-to-Jesus ass chewing he deserved. The metal stairs creaked by design as he ascended. They’d worked hard to make this place their own as much as possible for a no-fril s rental unit. No one could slip in with them unaware. They’d seen too much shit during their time on the force to be less than vigilant at home.

He cringed when an image of the crime scene including Rob’s mutilated body as a gruesome centerpiece flashed, unbidden, into his mind. Fuck Mason. Fuck his iron willpower. Ty’d needed Lacey as much as she’d needed him last night. Her soft innocence paired with fiery desire had cauterized the gaping wound in his heart, at least temporarily.

The award he and Mason had received for exemplary service rattled on its prominent shelf as the door slammed behind him. He’d just unlaced his shoes when movement from the scarred leather sofa caught his attention. Legs splayed, shirtless despite the chill, Mason poured a stream of amber liquid into the glass nestled between his bunched thighs.

Ty licked his lips. “I’m impressed. Whiskey before breakfast. We haven’t done that in years.”

“Haven’t been to bed yet.” Mason’s pupils had dilated from sitting in the dim room. The ebony centers overshadowed his cerulean eyes, making them appear ominous despite his calm tone. “That makes it a nightcap.”

The measured speech didn’t fool Tyler. A tel tale muscle jumped along the right side of Mason’s neck and his knuckles whitened around the bottle of Jack before he set it, with overabundant precision, on the end table they’d scored off a buddy who’d moved in with his fiancée. It had been too “bachelor pad” for her tastes, which made it perfect for their eclectic refuge of hand-me-downs.

“You worked the case all night despite the captain’s orders? You have a gut feeling on this one, don’t you?”

Mason didn’t answer the rhetorical questions. Instead, he fired a fierce stare in Ty’s direction. Goddamn, would he ever blink?

Ty tried not to shuffle like a kid busted with his hand in the cookie jar but that’s exactly what he felt like. “Shit!

Say something already. Curse at me, let the bottle fly or kick my ass old-school. Just quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what? Like you’re the scum of the earth? Like you’re a cock-sucking asshat who broke the shit out of a pact with his best fucking friend?”

A strong breeze ruffled Tyler’s hair as the bottle of alcohol whizzed past his right ear on its way to oblivion. It smashed into the brick fireplace with a tinkle of glass. The arm he’d instinctively raised to protect his face prevented him from witnessing Mason’s charge but the impact of their col ision rocked every joint in Tyler’s body. The shorter man brought him to the floor without effort.

“Or…” Ty choked against the pressure on his windpipe but he didn’t fight back. “…you could opt for all three.”

Broad fingers spanned his throat, pinning him to the beige shag.

“She was off limits for a reason!” Mason’s temple bulged as he got right up in Tyler’s face. His free hand fisted in Ty’s shirt as he shook him. “We just lost Rob. Do you want to chase her away, too? You’ll only end up hurting her and I won’t fucking let you do that because you can’t say no to your cock. After years of hard work, you had to fuck up now?”

Tyler winced as Mason shifted on top of him. The full weight of his powerful frame straddled Ty’s torso while the other man’s shins trapped his arms on the ground. Being manhandled didn’t sit well with him. Every guy had his limits and the events of yesterday had pushed him beyond rational thinking. Up close and personal with the bulging crotch of his roommate’s jeans, self-preservation flew out the window as his smart mouth took over.

It wouldn’t be the first time it’d gotten him in trouble.

“Jealous, Mason? Don’t you wish you’d stayed? You could have slaked that woody about to drill a hole in your pants. I bet you jacked off at least three times since then. It didn’t matter, did it?”

“Of course I’m jealous, asshole. We’ve craved her for nearly a decade. But I’m man enough to walk away if I have to. Even from something I want more than my next fucking breath.” Ty had never seen him this pissed, and that was saying something. Mason possessed a legendary temper. He leaned down to snarl right in Tyler’s face. “And I suggest you keep your eyes off my junk unless you plan to do something about it.”

The combination of anguish and need radiating from every flexed muscle of the man on top of him dissolved the defiance Ty’d attempted to use as a shield. Mason’s suffering affected him as much as Lacey’s had yesterday. Al resistance fled. He went slack in Mason’s hold.

A throaty growl echoed around them as the dominant man’s hand moved in a flash from its perch on Tyler’s throat to rip the flaps of his own button fly apart. His glorious cock stood framed in denim, the veins pronounced and throbbing. Even as Mason’s hips thrust forward, Ty opened his mouth to welcome the intrusion.

He’d never get used to the mammoth girth stretching his jaw, though he’d given Mason hundreds of blowjobs.

Each time, the thickness impressed him as he savored the weight on his tongue and the ecstasy on his lover’s face. Mason reached forward, cradling the back of Tyler’s head in his palm as he urged him to take more. His fury evaporated as desire replaced it.

“Fuck, yes. That’s right, Ty. Suck me.”

Her darkest fantasies are about to come true…

Reinventing Jane Porter

© 2009 Dominique Adair

Jane Porter Series, Book 3

Jane’s weekend of mind-blowing sex is drawing to a close. Only one event remains—a masquerade ball. Her masters, Antonio and Santos, will be her escorts, but the party isn’t the only item on their agenda. They plan to show her what it really means to live the life of a prized submissive.

After tasting the heady decadence of true sexual freedom, Jane wonders if she can ever go back to her everyday life—or if Beauty will, finally and permanently, be freed from her shel .

Then there’s the issue of a former lover lurking in the wings…

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Reinventing Jane Porter:

“My heart wasn’t broken.”

His brow rose.

Busted.

“You’re not a very good liar.” The corner of his mouth hitched.

“
Pffft
.” Jane rolled her eyes. “You and Lily must’ve been talking behind my back.”

“It didn’t take more than an hour in your company to know you don’t fit the profile of a woman who attends an affair such as this,
Belleza
.” He shook his head. “Contrary to the signal you’re putting out, you’re not looking to scratch an itch.”

Now it was her turn to be surprised. While she’d spent the entire day with Santos and Antonio, their conversations had been limited thanks to their sexual gymnastics.

“You’re very astute, but I’m not looking for a permanent relationship.” She reached for another pin.

“Maybe not right now, but that is your ultimate desire.”

“Which makes me no different than most of the people here this weekend.”

“Trust me,” his voice dropped. “You are like none other.”

“So you’ve been thinking about me.” She began to smile. “That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”

“I can’t speak for Santos, but you’ve been the only thing on my mind since you walked into the bal room.”

“Right…”

Capturing her chin, he forced her to look at him. The look in his eye told her he was serious. Her palms began to sweat.

“I was in the gallery overlooking the bal room when you walked in on Jean Jacques’ arm. Your beautiful hair drew my attention.” He twined an errant curl around one finger. “But it was your smile that held me captive.”

Quivering, she held her breath as he caressed the curve of her cheek. Her nipples hardened when he stroked her lower lip with his thumb. Her breathing deepened.

“You were looking at Jean Jacques as if he’d set the sun in the sky. You were unguarded, open.” His fingers traced an imaginary line along her jaw leaving only goose bumps behind.

“There was nothing false or rehearsed about you. It was a private moment between two friends, not meant to be witnessed by the man soon to become your lover.”

Through her cotton chemise he touched her right nipple. Back and forth he stroked until the tip was visible beneath the thin material.

“Seeing your body and the way you moved made me ache. Confident, sexy.” His hand landed on her thigh.

“You have the envious figure of a mature woman. Full breasts, hips and those long beautiful legs. Al I wanted was to feel your legs locked around me.” His smiled. “Or over my shoulders as I licked your sweet
coño
.”

A fine sheen of sweat dampened her skin. Listening to him left Jane’s body on fire. Her pussy throbbed and against her hip his cock throbbed. Much more of this and she’d come without her
coño
even coming out to play. Gently, he began stroking her thigh with his thumb.

“But you probably knew that.”

His faint smile held just a touch of shyness, leaving Jane with the urge to give him a big hug…before throwing him to the ground and fucking him into unconsciousness.

“No, I didn’t.”

“I’ve attended a few scenes—”

“Only a few?”

“—and I’ve learned most people are here for two reasons.” His gaze moved over her face as if he was committing it to memory. “For some it’s what they do. Like butterflies they move from one event to the next, and their list of lovers is extensive. Their goal is to come as much as possible and avoid emotional entanglement while doing so. Sex is their hobby, a diversion from their daily lives.”

His other hand landed on her lower back. The warmth of his palm seared her skin. She felt surrounded by him, wrapped in a thick blanket of male appreciation. More than ever she felt the pul of his personality, his desire for her, and Jane wanted nothing more than to answer his cal .

“On rare occasions I’ve met women similar to you. Beautiful, mature and confident, you know yourself and your place in the world.” He shrugged. “Most women think being sexy means showing their
pechos
and the men come running…”

“Some do.” Jane gestured toward her breasts. “We don’t call them the orbs of power for nothing.”

Three men, a tomboy…and one erotic game that could change everything.

Three for Me?

© 2009 R. G. Alexander

A
Children of the Goddess
Story

Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee…and Charli. It’s never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She’s always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.

Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she’s got plenty of fantasy material. It’s a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli’s “best man” duties take a kinky turn.

Through what looks to be foul play by Lee’s new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic”. With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but al three of her remaining single buddies.

They’re the only family she’s ever known. She can’t imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?

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Three for Me?:

“I wanted that outfit.” Natalie glared at her, looking intimidating in a leopard print body stocking.

“I’m sorry?”

Shel y came and got between them. “Nat, you know you don’t get to choose your outfits. Besides, you’ve already been the naughty schoolgirl several times now. Give someone else a chance.”

Naughty schoolgirl. Charli covered her face with her hands, peeking at herself in the mirror through her spread fingers. She’d had her hair put in pigtails. She hadn’t worn pigtails since she was nine.

The little Mary Janes and thigh-high white stockings were bad enough. The plaid skirt was so short she could see her clingy white underwear that had, thankfully, been in a store-bought package beside the ensemble. But it was the shirt, most of al that was giving her fits.