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Other Stories in the Valentino’s Delight Series Going Down by Brenna Zinn
Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle
My Booty Call Valentine by Samantha Cayto Be Mine by Cerise DeLand
Hard Lovin’ by Nicole Austin Lickity Split by Allie Standifer Also by Desiree Holt Joy Ride
1Night Stand Stories Night Mission
He Came Upon a Midnight Clear And coming soon in the Western Escape Series Dark Secrets
A Story of Freewill
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Lust Becomes You The Edge By Desiree Holt
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~DEDICATION~ To the Sassy Seven. I love you all. But especially Regina who introduced the chocolate wine. We rock.
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Kylie Monroe climbed from the pool, grabbed a towel and blotted the water on her skin. Sam Cooper, equally naked, grinned at her. “I’ll have to be sure to thank your cousin for lending us this place.” “She said she might as well. She’s going to be in New York for three weeks so we were welcome to it.” She stood beside his lounger and tossed her towel on the one he’d been using. “Too bad we can’t stay the whole time she’s gone.” This place was a very secluded cabin in the Maine woods, although “cabin” was hardly appropriate. Made of polished logs, the inside boasted a huge great room with a soaring ceiling and a massive stone fireplace. The guest room they used was furnished luxuriously and the pool could rival any found in Hollywood. “Come sit here, sugar.” Sam tugged on her hand. She laughed. “You’re taking up the whole thing. Not much room for me.” “I’ll make room. Come on.” He shifted so he lay on his side, giving her enough room to stretch out flat. The moment she gave a sigh of comfort, his hands began drifting over her body. Thumbs brushed over her nipples, just lightly coasting over the pebbled surfaces, sending shivers through her body. Since arriving at the cabin two days earlier, it seemed to her they’d had sex in more positions than she’d every dreamed of and done things she was sure were illegal in at least twenty states. It was a wonderful way to celebrate her graduation from college and his from law school. She hated that today was their last day. “I love your breasts, babe. I’ll never get tired of playing with them. So I got them a little present.” “You got a present for my breasts?” Her eyes widened. He reached behind him to the little box on the table and handed it to her. “Open it.” Nestled on a bed of cotton were two little hearts, each attached to a pair of thin bars with a gold screw at the end. Nipple clamps. Another of the toys they’d talked about using since the night they’d stumbled onto a BDSM web site and been drawn to it like moths to a flame. Since then they’d tried many different things, each more exciting than the others. Her favorites were the handcuffs and the flogger. When he spanked her with the flogger, it produced hot flashes of pain that ricocheted through her body and ramped up the level of pleasure. The cuffs gave her a delicious feeling of helplessness. She looked at the tiny pieces of jewelry again. “They’re beautiful.” “They’ll look better on those gorgeous nipples. Hold still, baby, so I can attach them.” He pulled one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it until it was swollen and wet. Taking one of the clamps, he slid the stiff peak between the bars, turning the tiny little screw until her flesh was compressed. He repeated the process with the other turgid bud, gently biting both tips when he was finished. “Does this make you hot, baby? Does it make that sweet cunt wet, just begging for me to slide my cock inside?” His fingers found the lips of her pussy and he slid two of them into her. “Oh, yeah. Damn, you’re soaked.” He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers one by one. She arched her breasts to him. “Oh, Sam,” she breathed. “I love it.” He bit gently at her swollen nipples again. “I think you love everything I do to you.” He rolled off the lounger and dipped into the tote they’d carried out to the pool with them, pulling out the pink fluffy handcuffs she’d ordered. Turning her onto her stomach, he drew her hands together behind her and snapped the cuffs into place. He trailed the tip of his tongue down her spine then over each cheek of her ass. “One last, hot fuck, sugar. To tide us over.”
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She didn’t want to think about this being their last day. Then they’d both be off for the job interviews already set up. But he had promised they’d stay together. However they managed their future, they would somehow get work in the same city. She wanted to believe that because along with her body, she’d given him her heart and she didn’t think she could take it back. “Gotta warm up that sweet ass first,” he told her. Arranging her so she was on her knees with her head resting on the lounger pillow, he drew the now wellused flogger from the tote and applied the first sharp kiss of the leather. A familiar blast of heat surged through her and her pussy spasmed again. “More,” she pleaded. Sam gave a low, rusty laugh. “Twenty strokes. Just like always.” As each blow fell, pain and pleasure met and enveloped her. By the time he’d finished, she thought if he didn’t fuck her soon she’d selfdestruct. Finally, he tossed the flogger aside and ran his hand over her ass. “Such a beautiful shade of red. Sweetheart, you have the hottest ass.” He chuckled. “In more ways than one.” “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Please.” “I never deny a lady.” He climbed onto the lounger behind her but instead of his cock rubbing her cunt, something cool touched her anus. Gel! He was going to fuck her in the ass. She shivered in anticipation. Since he’d turned her on to that particular pleasure, she craved it like a dieter craved chocolate. His fingers probed her rectum, smoothing the gel into her dark tissues. Then the head of his cock nudged her opening, pushing past the tight sphincter muscle. His hands rested on the stinging globes of her buttocks while he thrust inside in increments until he filled every inch of her. And the ride began. He pumped into her, his balls slapping against her thighs. With each plunge he crooned to her, telling her explicitly how he felt, how she felt clasped around him. He slid one hand around her hip to find her swollen clit, stroking it in time with his thrusts. She was nearly there, nearly there. Then…. “Now, baby,” he cried. “Now, now, now.” They exploded together in an orgasm so intense it shook every inch of her body. When the aftershocks subsided, she collapsed forward, his muscular body on top of her. With the still functioning portion of her brain she thought, What will I do if this ever ends? *** Ten years later “Hey, Kylie. What brings you out on a night like this?” Valentino hollered from behind the counter where he wrapped wine and chocolates. “Valentine’s Day and romance, like everyone else?” he laughed. “I love it.” I’m glad someone does. Why do I keep banging my head against a wall? Buying my annual bottle of chocolate wine, the kind Sam and I drank, and weeping over it like some love starved maniac. No wonder. Valentino’s Gourmet Food and Wine Shoppe was packed with idiots grinning stupidly at each other. What the hell was she doing there anyway, with all these people who thought celebrating a guy in a diaper was romantic? The shop was jammed, people everywhere looking over the Valentine’s food basket specials and the cutesy little wine wrappers and cork screw displayed just for Valentine’s Day. In the wine tasting corner people were sampling the specials Val had set out while
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others nibbled on tiny crackers and gourmet cheese and waited their turn in line. It was enough to make her sick. “Hey, Val,” one of the clerks shouted. “We making deliveries tonight?” “Now? You gotta be kidding me. The driving’s so bad I told the kid to go home after his last stop. Who is it, anyway?” “Sam . He wants a half a dozen bottles of that chocolate wine.” “What?” She froze in place. Sam? In this city? If he was ordering chocolate wine it had to be her Sam. Hers? He hadn’t been hers in forever. Not since their last time together when he’d said they needed to get settled in their careers before getting into anything serious. Funny. She’d thought they were already serious. Just hearing his name made desire throb in her pussy and her nipples harden. Even after all this time, she still felt the familiar sting of the flogger on her ass. She’d never mentioned her desire for BDSM to any of the men she’d tried to be interested in. They’d run as fast as they could. But god, she missed it. And Sam. Was he married? Single? Engaged? Did he even remember her? Without thinking, she pushed her way through the crowd to Val. “I’ll deliver the wine for you.”Startled, he almost dropped the bottles he was wrapping. “Kylie, it’s freezing out and we’re expecting more snow. Besides, I don’t expect my customers to fill in for my delivery guy.” “Where does he live? Is it far?” The people in line were groaning their dissatisfaction at the interruption. “Only on the next block, but—” “I know him. I think. Is he a lawyer?” Val nodded as he continued to wrap and sack purchases. A lawyer. Named Sam. Chocolate wine. It had to be the right one. “Well, then. It will give me a good chance to say hello.” She forced a smile. “Really. Okay?” He shrugged. “I think you’re crazy, but if that’s what you want, you got it.” He looked over his shoulder to the clerk still holding the phone. “Tell him his order’s on the way.” She buttoned up her coat again and wrapped her scarf tightly, then pulled her gloves on and took the tote bag from the clerk who’d gotten it ready. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the door open and tramped out into the freezing cold. On a nice night she’d enjoy the stroll through Georgetown with its historical townhouses and plush condos. But this wasn’t a night for a casual walk. A gust of wind whipped the ends of her scarf and she had to tug it back in place. The air was so cold it stung her skin like an icy knife. Why in the world had she agreed to leave sunny California for ice and snow, and cold that chilled her insides? Money, of course, you idiot! Her new job managing the DC branch of Anderson Physical Therapy, Inc. paid very well. With the abundance of sports teams in the area, she’d be working with some of the finest orthopedists on rehab programs for athletes. Her particular specialty. After seven years of proving herself, she finally had the chance she wanted. But did it have to be at the North Pole? Enough with the pity party. I should be committed for doing this. If it is Sam, what will I say to him, anyway?“Delivery for Mr. Cooper from Valentino’s,” she told the guard in the condo lobby. The man nodded. “Third floor. There are only two units to a floor. His is three A.” “Thanks.”
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As the elevator slowly rose, Kylie’s heart thumped erratically. This had to be the dumbest idea ever. I should just go back downstairs and leave the package with the guard. But then she was at the third floor and the elevator doors whooshed open. She stepped out into a wide corridor. Sure enough, there were only two doors. She paused at three A, drawing in a deep breath and slowly letting it out before she pressed the button for the doorbell. She held the bag up so it covered her face. When the door opened her stomach suddenly felt as if it had fallen to the floor and she’d forgotten how to breathe. “Wow! Are you my present from Valentino?” he joked. His voice was even deeper than she remembered. She held her breath as he took the bag from her and turned to set it down. When he faced her, she nearly stopped breathing at the sight of the man standing there. Older and richly mature, he wore sweats and a Tshirt that showed off his hard, muscular body. A faint stubble shadowed his jaw, giving him a slightly dangerous look, and his thick black hair was rumpled as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Sam looked at her, his face frozen in shock. For a long moment neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other. She was tempted to run like hell back to the elevator. “Kylie?” His voice sounded like he was gargling with marbles. “Is that you?” Holy shit! Kylie Monroe standing right there in his doorway? Delivering his wine order? His brain scrambled to make sense of it. “HHello, Sam.” She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, a habit that always gave him a giantsize boner. “Um…Long time, no see.” “Hi.”Way to go, guy. Smooth talker. She tried to peer over his shoulder. “Do you have company? I don’t want to interrupt anything.” There went the tongue again. “I, um, was at Valentino’s when you called in and offered to make the delivery.” “No, no one’s here but me. And thanks.” Finally, his brain began to function again and he stood back from the door. “Come in. Please.” She hesitated. “You sure?” “Yeah. Absolutely. You bet.” He was babbling like an idiot. When she walked past him in the little foyer, he caught a whiff of a familiar scent— vanilla and jasmine. Even after all this time his cock remembered and instantly stood up and begged for attention. “Here, let me take your coat.” He reached out his hand for it. “Well…If you’re sure it’s alright.” “Alright? Of course it’s alright. Why shouldn’t it be? It’s been so long. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” He was babbling again. Kylie unwound her scarf and unbuttoned her coat, handing them to him. His gaze raked over her body, a woman’s body rather than a girl’s. Her white turtleneck sweater skimmed lush breasts and fell easily to her waist. Her navy slacks were loose, but couldn’t disguise a very fine ass and rounded hips. He remembered how that ass looked reddened and hot from flogging and those breasts with clamps on the engorged nipples. He turned away, the sweats unable to disguise his suddenly hard and swollen shaft. She looked around the living room. “Nice digs.” “The law firm I’m with represents the developer. They helped me put the deal together.” “Must be some powerful firm.” He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s pretty good. And you?” She told him about her job, her career move. “Wow. Big promotion for you, I’m glad. Really glad.” Then he couldn’t stand it any more. He pulled her body against his and let his tongue trace the seam of her lips. At first, she
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stiffened then opened for him and he thrust inside. She tasted like heaven. He’d dreamed of this moment, imagined it for so long he didn’t know what to do first. “I’ve thought of you every day since the last time,” he told her when he broke the kiss. “When I heard your name at Valentino’s I thought no way this could be my Sam. But I had to take a chance.” “I’m glad you did. I dream of you at night and about all the sexy things we used to do.” His hands were busy sliding beneath her sweater and unhooking her bra. “I see that beautiful ass and how it looks after I flog it. Remember how those clamps looked on your nipples. The taste and feel of your pussy. Jesus, babe. I know we should talk, but I want to fuck you so badly.” When she didn’t respond, he palmed one of her breasts and rubbed his thumb over the nipple. “I was such a pompous jerk. If you were smart, you’d never forgive me, but I’m praying you will. I ordered that wine tonight so it would make me feel close to you. Stupid, huh?” “No. I was at Valentino’s doing the same thing. I always drink it on Valentine’s Day.” He studied her face while he continued to tease her nipples. “All those things we did together? I never did them with anyone else. Never wanted to.” “Me neither.” He kissed her again and it could have been just yesterday because her flavor was so erotically familiar to him. He pulled the sweater over her head and went to work on her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples, biting them then licking to soothe them. He pinched them and she arched into him. He knew her body so well, had explored every inch of it. And he wanted everything with her. Now. He wondered what would happen when he told her he’d kept all their toys. “Jesus.” He exhaled slowly. “I agree,” Kylie said, her breath hitching. I swore I wasn’t going to do this. I just wanted to see him so I could walk away like he did. Oh, what a big, fat lie that was. The minute she saw him her heart and her hormones buried that thought. And when he kissed her, she was lost. The past disappeared like smoke in the wind. Sam had been her best and only love and there was no way she could force herself to get up and leave. “I have so much I want to say to you,” he said. “I’ve rehearsed this speech in my head so many times, hoping somehow this day would come.” “My big plan was to slap your face and walk away.” She gave a breathy little laugh. “Guess that plan fell apart.” “I’m glad. Real glad.” He licked the corners of her mouth. “I still have all our gadgets, you know.” She blinked. “You saved them all this time?” He nodded. “Wishful thinking. Or hope that somehow Fate would bring us together again.” “And here we are.” “Yup. Here we are.” He brushed her hair back from her face. His touch sent the familiar blaze of passion streaking through her. Her friends would probably tell her she had no pride, but she didn’t care. She didn’t want pride. She wanted him. Even after ten years, one touch and she was his, her breasts aching and her pussy clenching. Oh god, it just feels so good. And then they were in his bedroom, naked. He stretched her out on his bed, his gaze devouring her. Kneeling beside her, he kissed his way over her breasts and down to her tummy. The insides of her thighs. Moved to her wet heat, lapping it with his tongue. Abruptly he climbed off the bed and she groaned a protest.
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He smiled. “We’re going to do this right.” From his closet, he retrieved the bag he’d kept their toys in and removed the familiar items. The pink handcuffs dangled from one finger. “These have just been waiting for you, sugar.” Her heartbeat stuttered. “You haven’t used them with anyone else?” “I never wanted to be that intimate with another woman.” He threaded the handcuffs through one of the spokes on his headboard then locked the cuffs around her wrists. Next he retrieved something they hadn’t used before and she looked at him, questioningly. “You’ll love these. I bought them off the Internet last year. Every time I looked at them I kicked myself for being such a jerk and tried to work up the courage to contact you.” These were two sets of handcuffs, each with a long length of chain separating the cuffs. Sam fastened one cuff from each set around her ankles and the other locked around the top bar of the footboard. Her legs were lifted, exposing every bit of her pussy and ass to him. She felt totally helpless. But, she loved it and she’d missed it for so long. Her cunt was soaking wet, the inner muscles flexing in need. She watched him remove his clothes, her eyes widening as she focused on his thick, hard cock. A drop of fluid rested on the slit. When Sam got horny, he was really horny. He moved until his knees bumped against the bed, his cock close enough to touch if her hands weren’t restrained. “Look at it, babe. It’s waiting for you. Lick it. Taste it.” She turned her head and shifted as much as she could in the awkward position. When she opened her mouth, his cock slid into it, slipping over her tongue. She closed her lips around it and sucked hard. He groaned and moved his hips so his cock fucked her mouth. God, he tasted so good. His musky scent and the hard flesh of his shaft wiped the past ten years away as if they’d never existed. She whimpered in disappointment when he pulled away, but then her eyes widened as he pulled the flogger out of the bag. “Is that….” He nodded. “The same one. I’ve been saving these a long time, sweetheart, and kicking my ass for ever letting you go.” With her legs elevated her entire ass was exposed to him. He stared at it for a long moment then bent down and licked her cunt. He repeated the process on each globe of her buttocks. “Twenty? Just like always?” She nodded, and in the next instant the flogger stung her ass. Sam counted aloud, each stroke harder than the previous one. They were both breathing hard when he finished and he tossed the flogger aside. “Remember this, sugar?” This was the butt plug he’d bought when they first began experimenting, He’d made her wear it every day until her tissues were stretched enough to take his cock. He covered the plug with lube, squeezed a thick length of the gel on one finger and inserted it into her asshole. Withdrawing it, he slowly pressed the plug into her while his other hand teased her clit, rubbing and pinching. Kylie was so hot when he slipped two fingers into her pussy her muscles immediately clenched. His chuckle had a rusty sound. “Uh uh. I’m saving that for my dick.” The plug was all the way in. She heard the open and close sound of the nightstand drawer and the crinkle of foil as Sam ripped a condom out of its packaging. He knelt between her outstretched legs, pausing to take another long lick of her cunt, lightly nipping her clit. “Please,” she begged. Bracing himself with his hands on the backs of her thighs, he positioned his cock at her opening and thrust inside.
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Oh, god! She felt so full, stretched in every direction. Her pussy walls clamped tight on him, squeezing him. She wished she’d asked if he still had the nipple clamps because her breasts ached for them. Sam’s face flushed with lust, his eyes darkened with it. He held himself still but she could tell it was a real effort. Then she couldn’t think or talk at all, because he took her on such an intense ride she lost herself. It was all sensation and pleasure and that tight little coil deep inside that unwound and unwound until…. Yes! They crashed into space together, shaking and shuddering as great spasms consumed them. The orgasm went on and on, his cock pulsing until every bit of strength had been drained from them both. Finally, he eased from her body and disposed of the condom., he undid all the cuffs and lowered her legs to the bed. With infinite tenderness he massaged her muscles, kissing her breasts and dragging his tongue over her very sensitive clit. Then he lay down beside her and cradled her against his big body. This was it. The moment he either won or lost. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “I love you, you know.” His hand caressed her arm and her hip. “ always have. I was too stupid to realize you were the best thing that ever happened to me.” “You never came looking for me after our last time together,” she pointed out. “You knew where I was. You just…faded away. Why?” “I was a stupid, selfish jerk. I thought we had plenty of time once we got established in our careers. Then time ran out and I was too chickenshit to call you.” He paused. “Sweetheart, if we can start over again, I promise I’ll treasure you every minute of our lives. I’ll never be that stupid jerk again.” She looked at him long and hard, as if searching for the truth in his eyes. “Maybe I’m being stupid,” she said at last, “but I want this, too. I want everyone to know we’re together. Finally.” He kissed her, hard, his tongue probing, one hand squeezing a breast. Then, just as quickly, he moved away. “Where are you going? “I have something. I bought it right after the last time we were together and kept it with me wherever I went. Hoping somehow we’d get back together.” He brought a square white box back to the bed and crawled up beside her. “What’s that?” She grinned. “The last present you gave me was hard to top.” The nipple clips. He still had those and couldn’t wait to get them on her again. “This is a little better. I’ve still trolled the internet for the BDSM sites. While I don’t expect us to live the lifestyle, we both agree that it’s what works for our sex life. I discovered that when a Dom wants to show the world that his sub belongs to him, he collars her. That is, places a collar of some kind around her neck that only he can remove.” He handed her the box. “Go ahead. Open it.” He smiled at her gasp of pleasure when she saw the thin gold choker. Hanging from it was a delicate heart with both of their initials on it. She handed it to him. “Put it on me? Please?” He fastened the clasp at her nape and twisted the key that locked it. Then he kissed one shoulder and trailed his tongue along the line of her neck. “This turned out to be a great Valentine’s Day after all.” She nodded in agreement, smiling. “Maybe that guy in the diapers is real after all. I think we should drink the chocolate wine to celebrate.”“A toast to our future.” She nodded. “And a big thank you to Cupid.”
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~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
Desiree Holt’s writing is flavored with the rich experiences of her life, including a long stretch in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her, many of whom might recognize themselves in the pages of her stories. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC EBook Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of two Holt Medallion Awards of Merit, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.”
You can visit Desiree at: www.desireeholt.com
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Loving Bliss by Regina Carlysle Even a rough, tough, badass former Marine knows that Valentine’s Day is the perfect time for a little seduction. So after a stop at Valentino’s Wine and Gourmet Food Shoppe and armed with a decadent bottle of chocolate wine, Noble Loving tracks down Bliss Harper, the star of his most wicked fantasies. His sexy business partner should be firmly off limits but he’s sick of playing by the rules. Time for some new ones. It’ll take a slow hand and some hot loving to convince the lady she belongs to him but this Marine is up for the challenge.
Going Down by Brenna Zinn What does one hunky Navy Seal plus a blizzard equal on Valentine's Day for Michelle Bishop? One hot night in an elevator with nowhere to go and no electricity to get there. Add a holiday gift basket from Valentino's that's full of candles, body paint, and chocolate wine, and going down on an elevator becomes a Valentine experience she'll never forget.
Lickity Split by Allie Standifer Five years ago Juliet Morgan tossed away the only man she'd ever love and the only life she'd ever want to live. Honorably retired from the Air Force she hops the first plane in hoping there's something left to repair. Trent Joplin's never gotten over sexy Juliet, but it doesn't mean he's ready to open his heart to her again. Five years is a long time to for love to linger, but maybe it's all about scratching an itch. Juliet's ready and willing to do anything to win her way back in Trent's life. While Trent takes her body to new heights of passion, Juliet's determined to sneak her way back into his heart faster than you can say lickity split.
Hard Lovin’ by Nicole Austin After a grueling graveyard shift in the E.R. and tromping through snow, the only things on Olivia Daughtry’s mind are a nice warm fire, a glass of chocolate wine and some quality time with her vibrator. Being interrogated by a tenacious cop wasn’t anywhere on her list of things to do. There is too much at stake for Officer Hall to follow department policies or go easy on the sexy suspect. But nurse Daughtry is one tough cookie and the harder he pushes the hotter she gets. From handcuffs and an improvised gag to little blue candies, Hall will do whatever it takes to get the correct answer to his very important question.
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My Booty Call Valentine by Samantha Cayto A snowy Valentine’s Day means pizza for one and another lonely night for the now-divorced Aaron. Or so he thinks. Then a knock on his door introduces him to the decadent delights of chocwine and sexy new Senate staffer, Susan. She’s offering him one night, but if he’s a very good boy, it might turn into more.
Be Mine by Cerise DeLand Why shouldn’t an eligible man like Jason Sherwood plan a Valentine’s Day merger with a woman whose elegant body melted at his touch last year on February fourteenth? A mysterious woman who disappeared like a wraith. A vibrant creature who came apart in his arms like only the right woman does for the right man. But Mara Richardson left Jason for a good reason…and after a year of looking for her, he still doesn’t know why. But he has to learn. Has to get her naked, wild for him again. Give her those little sugary candies that say, Be Mine, and show her that, despite only hours with her last year, he needs her to be his. Forever.
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